It. Is. Not. Ended. There was just the trace of a humourless smile on his face; and more than a trace of menace. As if he meant something more than that there was a sequel to this scene; but that the whole Nazi weltanschaaung to be, resurrected and realised. He was an impressively iron man...
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.
I was not a poet. I felt no consolation in this knowledge, but only a red anger that evolution could allow such sensitivity and such inadequacy to coexist in the same mind. In one ego, my ego, screaming like a hare caught in a gin.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
Her voice was completely English. For some reason I had expected a foreign accent; but I could place this exactly. It was my own; product of boarding school, university, the accent of what a sociologist once called the Dominant Hundred Thousand.
You sound like a certain kind of surgeon. A lot more interested in the operation than the patient. I should not be in the hands of a surgeon who did not take that view.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
She seemed older to me, over-experienced by travel; needing to be learnt again, and I hadn't the energy.
I played him the Goldberg Variations. If one wishes to reduce a sensitive German to tears there is no surer lachrymatory.
There's a card in the Tarot pack called The Magus. The magician, conjuror. Two of his traditional symbols are the lily and the rose.