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he felt for him that sort of distaste we feel for someone whom we have admired in boyhood for a very brief period and then outgrown
you stop where you like and go on when you like. as long as it lasts you need consider no one and consult no one but yourself
and then, you see, i'm a don. and don in the middle of a long vacation is almost a non-existent creature, as you ought to remember
since he was now so far away- about a mile away, though perfectly clear like something seen through the wrong end of a telescope
like many men of his own age, he rather underestimated than overestimated his own courage; the gap between boyhood's dreams and his actual experience of the War had been startling, and his subsequent view of his own unheroic qualities had perhaps swung too far in the opposite direction. he had some anxiety lest the firmness of his present mood should prove a short-lived illusion; but he must make the best of it.
as if some demon had rubbed the heaven's face with a dirty sponge, the splendour in which they had lived for so long blenched to a pallid, cheerless and pitiable grey.
things do not always happen as a man would expect. the moment of his arrival in an unknown world found Ransom wholly absorbed in a philosophical speculation.
the love of knowledge is a kind of madness
nothing could be more disgusting than the one impression; nothing more delightful than the other. it all depended on the point of view.
a pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. you are speaking. . .as if the pleasure were the one thing and the memory another. it is all one thing.
and how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back - if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?
there i drank life because death was in the pool
he had no idea what might be coming next, but he was determined to carry out his programme
'yes,' he said dully to the [alien]. 'that is my world.' it was the bleakest moment in all his travels
but while he was speaking it dawned upon Random that the odious figures were intended as an idealization of humanity
i do not understand. they are our great speakers and singers. they have more words and better. no one learns the speech of my people, for what we have to say is said in stones. . .and all can see them. no one learns the [another creature's] speech for you can change their knowledge into any words and it is still the same.
all keep the mines open; it is a work to be shared. but each digs for himself the thing he wants for his work. what else would he do?
all three species were represented. they seemed to have no uneasy feelings towards each other, though there were some differences of the kind that occur in a railway carriage on earth. he learned more. . .in this one night than he had learned during the whole of his life on the strange planet hitherto.
through his knowledge of the creatures and his love for them he began, ever so little, to hear it with their ears.
the darkness in your own mind filled you with fear.
a bent person can do more evil than a broken one.
for the later stages of the adventure - well, it was aristotle, long before kipling, who taught us the formula, 'that is another story'
i merely analyze them out of a whole living memory that can never be put into words, and no one in this world will be able to build up from such scraps quite the right picture.
there are two scenes that i wish you could have worked into the book; no matter - they are worked into me.
he felt for him that sort of distaste we feel for someone whom we have admired in boyhood for a very brief period and then outgrown
you stop where you like and go on when you like. as long as it lasts you need consider no one and consult no one but yourself
and then, you see, i'm a don. and don in the middle of a long vacation is almost a non-existent creature, as you ought to remember
since he was now so far away- about a mile away, though perfectly clear like something seen through the wrong end of a telescope
like many men of his own age, he rather underestimated than overestimated his own courage; the gap between boyhood's dreams and his actual experience of the War had been startling, and his subsequent view of his own unheroic qualities had perhaps swung too far in the opposite direction. he had some anxiety lest the firmness of his present mood should prove a short-lived illusion; but he must make the best of it.
as if some demon had rubbed the heaven's face with a dirty sponge, the splendour in which they had lived for so long blenched to a pallid, cheerless and pitiable grey.
things do not always happen as a man would expect. the moment of his arrival in an unknown world found Ransom wholly absorbed in a philosophical speculation.
the love of knowledge is a kind of madness
nothing could be more disgusting than the one impression; nothing more delightful than the other. it all depended on the point of view.
a pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. you are speaking. . .as if the pleasure were the one thing and the memory another. it is all one thing.
and how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back - if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?
there i drank life because death was in the pool
he had no idea what might be coming next, but he was determined to carry out his programme
'yes,' he said dully to the [alien]. 'that is my world.' it was the bleakest moment in all his travels
but while he was speaking it dawned upon Random that the odious figures were intended as an idealization of humanity
i do not understand. they are our great speakers and singers. they have more words and better. no one learns the speech of my people, for what we have to say is said in stones. . .and all can see them. no one learns the [another creature's] speech for you can change their knowledge into any words and it is still the same.
all keep the mines open; it is a work to be shared. but each digs for himself the thing he wants for his work. what else would he do?
all three species were represented. they seemed to have no uneasy feelings towards each other, though there were some differences of the kind that occur in a railway carriage on earth. he learned more. . .in this one night than he had learned during the whole of his life on the strange planet hitherto.
through his knowledge of the creatures and his love for them he began, ever so little, to hear it with their ears.
the darkness in your own mind filled you with fear.
a bent person can do more evil than a broken one.
for the later stages of the adventure - well, it was aristotle, long before kipling, who taught us the formula, 'that is another story'
i merely analyze them out of a whole living memory that can never be put into words, and no one in this world will be able to build up from such scraps quite the right picture.
there are two scenes that i wish you could have worked into the book; no matter - they are worked into me.
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