Death Seems To Provide The Minds Of

Wimsey Stooped For An Empty Sardine-tin Which Lay, Horribly Battered, At His Feet, And Slung It Idly Into The Quag. It Struck The Surface With A Noice Like A Wet Kiss, And Vanished Instantly. With That Instinct Which Prompts One, When Depressed, To Wallow In Every Circumstance Of Gloom, Peter Leaned Sadly Against The Hurdles And Abandoned Himself To A Variety Of Shallow Considerations Upon (1) The Vanity Of Human Wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First Love; (4) The Decay Of Idealism; (5) The Aftermath Of The Great War; (6) Birth-control; And (7) The Fallacy Of Free-will.

The Rule Seemed To Be That A Great Woman Must Either Die Unwed ... Or Find A Still Greater Man To Marry Her. ... The Great Man, On The Other Hand, Could Marry Where He Liked, Not Being Restricted To Great Women; Indeed, It Was Often Found Sweet And Commendable In Him To Choose A Woman Of No Sort Of Greatness At All.

Well-bred English People Never Have Imagination.

Listen, Harriet. I Do Unterstand. I Know You Don't Want Either To Give Or To Take ... You Don't Want Ever Again To Have To Depend For Happiness On Another Person." "that's True. That's The Truest Thing You Ever Said." "all Right. I Can Respect That. Only You've Got To Play The Game. Don't Force An Emotional Situation And Then Blame Me For It." "but I Don't Want Any Situation. I Want To Be Left In Peace.

All Conscious Thought Is A Process In Time; So That To Think Consciously About Time Is Like Trying To Use A Foot-rule To Measure Its Own Length.