Revenge Was A Very Wild Kind Of

Two Things Are Terrible In Childhood: Helplessness (being In Other People's Power) And Apprehension - The Apprehension That Something Is Being Concealed From Us Because It Is Too Bad To Be Told.

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends. The Friend Becomes A Traitor By Breaking, However Unwillingly Or Sadly, Out Of Our Own Zone: A Hard Judgment Is Passed On Him, For All The Pleas Of The Heart.

The Most Steady, The Most Self-sufficient Nature Depends, More Than It Knows, On Its Few Chosen Stimuli.

The Irish Landowner, Partly From Laziness But Also From An Indifferent Delicacy, Does Not Interfere In The Lives Of The People Round. Sport And Death Are The Two Great Socializing Factors In Ireland, But These Cannot Operate The Whole Time: On The Whole, The Landowner Leaves His Tenants And Work-people To Make Their Own Mistakes, While He Makes His.

Whenever Possible I Avoid Talking. Reprieve From Talking Is My Idea Of A Holiday. At Risk Of Seeming Unsociable, Which I Am, I Admit I Love To Be Left In A Beatific Trance, When I Am In One. Friendly Romans Recognize That Wish.