Chapter II: Part 2

Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be

Practical for having an addiction to the palpable

Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol

Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished

Presumptuous belief

Pride in being always myself

Pride is the God of Pagans

Primitive appetite for noise

Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it

Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness

Professional widows

Professional Puritans

Profound belief in her partiality for him

Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd

Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class

Providence and her parents were not forgiven

Published Memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity

Puns are the smallpox of the language

Push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball

Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness

Put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness

Put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers

Puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding

Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy

Question with some whether idiots should live

Quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding

Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance

Rage of a conceited schemer tricked

Rapture of obliviousness

Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does

Rare men of honour who can command their passion

Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed

Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies

Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning

Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies

Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done

Real happiness is a state of dulness

Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter

Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds

Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience

Reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance

Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts

Regularity of the grin of dentistry

Rejoicing they have in their common agreement

Religion condones offences: Philosophy has no forgiveness

Religion is the one refuge from women

Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim

Remarked that the young men must fight it out together

Repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration

Reproof of such supererogatory counsel

Requiring natural services from her in the button department

Respect one another's affectations

Respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower

Revived for them so much of themselves

Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous

Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves

Rich and poor 's all right, if I'm rich and you're poor

Ripe with oft telling and old is the tale

Rogue on the tremble of detection

Rose was much behind her age

Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said

Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual

Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be

Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment

Satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher

Satirist is an executioner by profession

Says you're so clever you ought to be a man

Scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices

Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers)

Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear

Screams of an uninjured lady

Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant

Secret of the art was his meaning what he said

Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal

Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on

Self-consoled when they are not self-justified

Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in

Self-incense

Self-worship, which is often self-distrust

Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another

Selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion

Semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord

Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so

Sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison

Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution

Serene presumption

Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey)

Seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins

Sham spiritualism

Share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber

She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling

She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls

She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations

She had a fatal attraction for antiques

She had great awe of the word 'business'

She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each

She, not disinclined to dilute her grief

She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor

She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her

She endured meekly, when there was no meekness

She was perhaps a little the taller of the two

She thought that friendship was sweeter than love

She herself did not like to be seen eating in public

She had a thirsting mind

She was sick of personal freedom

She believed friendship practicable between men and women

She had to be the hypocrite or else-- leap

She was at liberty to weep if she pleased

She felt in him a maker of facts

She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb

She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her

She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep

She stood with a dignity that the word did not express

She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas

She began to feel that this was life in earnest

She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time

She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better

She was thrust away because because he had offended

She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler

She can make puddens and pies

She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling

Should we leave a good deed half done

Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off

Shun comparisons

Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing

Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes

Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night

Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings

Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love

Silence was doing the work of a scourge

Simple obstinacy of will sustained her

Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can

Simplicity is the keenest weapon

Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be

Sinners are not to repent only in words

Slap and pinch and starve our appetites

Slave of existing conventions

Slaves of the priests

Sleepless night

Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce

Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers

Small things producing great consequences

Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone

Smart remarks have their measured distances

Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons

Smoky receptacle cherishing millions

Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity)

Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her

Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer

So the frog telleth tadpoles

So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight

So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat

So says the minute Years are before you

So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character

So much for morality in those days!

So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy)

Socially and politically mean one thing in the end

Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth

Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion

Some so-called laws of honour

Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry

Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you

South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids

Spare me that word "female" as long as you live

Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays

Speech is poor where emotion is extreme

Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing

Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was

Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far

Startled by the criticism in laughter

State of feverish patriotism

Statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction

Statistics are according to their conjurors

Steady shakes them

Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt

Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that

Straining for common talk, and showing the strain

Strength in love is the sole sincerity

Strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity

Stultification of one's feelings and ideas

Style is the mantle of greatness

Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation

Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man

Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised?

Suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence

Sunning itself in the glass of Envy

Suspects all young men and most young women

Suspicion was her best witness

Sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping

Sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother

Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic

Sympathy is for proving, not prating

Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame

Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come

Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature

Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home

Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women

Taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom

Tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them

Tears are the way of women and their comfort

Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end

Tears of men sink plummet-deep

Telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation

Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology

Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged

Tension of the old links keeping us together

Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail

That which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples

That beautiful trust which habit gives

That a mask is a concealment

That fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains

That sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy"

That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat

That is life--when we dare death to live!

That pit of one of their dead silences

That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial

The exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity

The most dangerous word of all--ja

The impalpable which has prevailing weight

The world is wise in its way

The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable

The infant candidate delights in his honesty

The rider's too heavy for the horse in England

The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing

The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write

The worst of it is, that we remember

The old confession, that we cannot cook (The English)

The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized

The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe

The face of a stopped watch

The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke

The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse,

The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing

The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss

The effects of the infinitely little

The way is clear: we have only to take the step

The devil trusts nobody

The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer

The weighty and the trivial contended

The backstairs of history (Memoirs)

The defensive is perilous policy in war

The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's

The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die

The homage we pay him flatters us

The worst of omens is delay

The people always wait for the winner

The healthy only are fit to live

The defensive is perilous policy in war

The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing

The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously

The proper defence for a nation is its history

The thought stood in her eyes

The love that survives has strangled craving

The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear

The world without him would be heavy matter

The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance

The spending, never harvesting, world

The shots hit us behind you

The terrible aggregate social woman

The next ten minutes will decide our destinies

The woman side of him

The good life gone lives on in the mind

The beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it

The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly

The critic that sneers

The blindness of Fortune is her one merit

The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort

The slavery of the love of a woman chained

The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony

The brainless in Art and in Statecraft

The well of true wit is truth itself

The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay

The greed of gain is our volcano

The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured

The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics

The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate

The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven

The turn will come to us as to others-- and go

The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master

The language of party is eloquent

The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could)

The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement

The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images

The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see

The kindest of men can be cruel

The night went past as a year

The social world he looked at did not show him heroes

The overwise themselves hoodwink

The king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown

The curse of sorrow is comparison!

The race is for domestic peace, my boy

The divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments

The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet

The embraced respected woman

The habit of the defensive paralyzes will

The intricate, which she takes for the infinite

The mildness of assured dictatorship

The alternative is, a garter and the bedpost

The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt

The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality

The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit

The commonest things are the worst done

The thrust sinned in its shrewdness

The power to give and take flattery to any amount

Their sneer withers

Their not caring to think at all

Their idol pitched before them on the floor

Their hearts are eaten up by property

Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths

Then for us the struggle, for him the grief

Then, if you will not tell me

There is little to be learnt when a little is known

There is no history of events below the surface

There is no first claim

There is no step backward in life

There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter

There is no driver like stomach

There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia

There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness

There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them

There are women who go through life not knowing love

There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion

There's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him

There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off

They have no sensitiveness, we have too much

They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate

They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they

They have not to speak to exhibit their minds

They had all noticed, seen, and observed

They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education

They miss their pleasure in pursuing it

They could have pardoned her a younger lover

They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission

They are little ironical laughter-- Accidents

They have their thinking done for them

They laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly

They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night

They create by stoppage a volcano

They want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be

They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep

They believe that the angels have been busy about them

They helped her to feel at home with herself

They do not live; they are engines

They're always having to retire and always hissing

Things are not equal

Things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week

Thirst for the haranguing of crowds

This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones

This mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure

This love they rattle about and rave about

This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief

This female talk of the eternities

Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions

Those who know little and dread much

Those days of intellectual coxcombry

Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right

Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh

Those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh

Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances

Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions

Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs

Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity

Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past

Thus are we stricken by the days of our youth

Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness

Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be to-night

Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable

Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away

Time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness

Times when an example is needed by brave men

Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery

Tis the first step that makes a path

Titles showered on the women who take free breath of air

To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker)

To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe

To males, all ideas are female until they are made facts

To be both generally blamed, and generally liked

To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one

To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common

To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman

To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy

To know how to take a licking, that wins in the end

To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind

To time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend

To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me

To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave

To do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish

To most men women are knaves or ninnies

To beg the vote and wink the bribe

Tongue flew, thought followed

Too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory

Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point

Too many time-servers rot the State

Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly

Too often hangs the house on one loose stone

Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her

Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy

Top and bottom sin is cowardice

Tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back

Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight

Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness

Touching a nerve

Toyed with little flowers of palest memory

Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill

Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper

Trick for killing time without hurting him

Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted

Troublesome appendages of success

True love excludes no natural duty

True enjoyment of the princely disposition

Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man

Truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead

Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose

Twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes

Two wishes make a will

Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience

Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them

Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted

Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions

Uncommon unprogressiveness

Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere

Universal censor's angry spite

Unseemly hour--unbetimes

Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate

Use your religion like a drug

Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient

Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists

Vanity maketh the strongest most weak

Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies

Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art

Very little parleying between determined men

Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect

Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal'

Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny

Virtue of impatience

Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame

Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience

Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her

Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck

Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her

Wakening to the claims of others-- Youth's infant conscience

Want of courage is want of sense

War is only an exaggerated form of duelling

Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm on skates

Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth!

Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste

Was born on a hired bed

Watch, and wait

We are, in short, a civilized people

We shall not be rich--nor poor

We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely

We has long overshadowed "I"

We are good friends till we quarrel again

We are chiefly led by hope

We have a system, not planned but grown

We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back

We can't hope to have what should be

We don't know we are in halves

We must fawn in society

We never see peace but in the features of the dead

We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited

We dare not be weak if we would

We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive

We women can read men by their power to love

We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing

We trust them or we crush them

We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another

We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong

We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours

We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles

We like well whatso we have done good work for

We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever

We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude

We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life

We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage

We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night

We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems

We don't go together into a garden of roses

We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments!

We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon

We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us

We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets

We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us

Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one

Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome

Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side

Weather and women have some resemblance they say

Weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!)

Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting

Well, sir, we must sell our opium

Welsh blood is queer blood

Went into endless invalid's laughter

Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty

What might have been

What the world says, is what the wind says

What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us

What he did, she took among other inevitable matters

What a stock of axioms young people have handy

What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature

What else is so consolatory to a ruined man?

What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing

What ninnies call Nature in books

What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces'

What's an eccentric? a child grown grey!

When you run away, you don't live to fight another day

When we see our veterans tottering to their fall

When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen

When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy

When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman

When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate

When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful

When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt

When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her

Where fools are the fathers of every miracle

Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must

Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank

Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect

Where love exists there is goodness

Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books

Who venerate when they love

Who cannot talk!--but who can?

Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered

Who beguiles so much as Self?

Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt

Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue

Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries

Who can really think, and not think hopefully?

Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't

Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health?

Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion

Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse

Why should these men take so much killing?

Why, he'll snap your head off for a word

Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her

Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty

Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man

Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion

William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer

Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be

Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum

Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness

Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly

Wise in not seeking to be too wise

With that I sail into the dark

With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything

With what little wisdom the world is governed

With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm

With one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself

With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife

With this money, said the demon, you might speculate

With a proud humility

Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt

Without a single intimation that he loathed the task

Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men

Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land

Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important

Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man

Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man

Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel

Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert

Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule

Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless

Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator

Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them

Women must not be judging things out of their sphere

Women and men are in two hostile camps

Women treat men as their tamed housemates

Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters

Women are happier enslaved

Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore

Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas

Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words

Wooing a good man for his friendship

Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter

Work is medicine

World cannot pardon a breach of continuity

World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve

World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite

World prefers decorum to honesty

World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly

Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good

Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels

Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice

Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of

Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas

Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures

Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh

You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty

You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog

You rides when you can, and you walks when you must

You talk your mother with a vengeance

You do want polish

You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear

You are entreated to repress alarm

You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering

You can master pain, but not doubt

You are not married, you are simply chained

You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all

You are to imagine that they know everything

You may learn to know yourself through love

You want me to flick your indecision

You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre

You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving

You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you

You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed

You're the puppet of your women!

You're talking to me, not to a gallery

You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake

You're going to be men, meaning something better than women

You've got no friend but your bed

Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise

Your devotion craves an enormous exchange

Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together

Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums

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