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From: | Augustus Amos |
Subject: | [Bug-sweater] independent |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 03:37:13 -0700 |
Oldfield theactress, and, to her credit, Lady
Dorothy was exceedingly proudof the fact.
What can we point out to Lady Dorothy Nevill? All
this sort ofthing seemed to her to be mere vulgar humbug, and she did not failto say
so.
They are composed purely and wholly ofthe stuff of
the soul.
Every twig, everyfeather sticks to his magnet.
Hardy tend to prove, Lady Dorothy does not meanShakespeare. Indeed, it is the soul
that is the chief character in Russianfiction. There is something very charming in
an ancientsnowstorm. Was it with people,with poverty, with the autumn nights?
OfGeorge Sand, the more we know the less we approve. We cannot say Brother with
simpleconviction. The weather has varied almost as much in the course ofgenerations
as mankind. What can we point out to Lady Dorothy Nevill?
We cannot say Brother with simpleconviction. The
soul is ill; the soul is cured; the soul isnot cured.
It is all the same tohim whether you are noble or
simple, a tramp or a great lady. In plainEnglish, Miss Mitford had a father. All
this sort ofthing seemed to her to be mere vulgar humbug, and she did not failto say
so. Sike, had hanged himself some time thisevening, before candlelight, in his sash.
In so doing, we raise the question of our own fitnessas readers.
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