I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.
The literary wiseacres prognosticate in many languages, as they have throughout so many centuries, setting the stage for new hautmonde in letters and making up the public's mind.
[Wishing her mother had named her Beulah:] At least you did not sit on your beulah.
Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.
Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.
Few enjoy noisy overcrowded functions. But they are a gesture of goodwill on the part of host or hostess, and also on the part of guests who submit to them.
