“ ‘If you ask me,’ his companion pursued, 'whether I came back here better satisfied with a state of things which broadly divides society into two classes–whereof one, the great mass, asserts a spurious independence, most miserably dependent for its mean existence on the disregard of humanising conventionalities of manner and social custom, so that the coarser a man is, the more distinctly it shall appeal to his taste; while the other, disgusted with the low standard thus set up and made adaptable to everything, takes refuge among the graces and refinements it can bring to bear on private life, and leaves the public weal to such fortune as may betide it in the press and uproar of a general scramble–then again I answer, No.’ ” —Martin Chuzzlewit
row of sphinxes · ice formation
they vanished back · into the fond forest
practice my speeches · in the dim livingroom
i forget my second coffee
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