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... it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible.....

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people....

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.....

The chronicle of a man, the account of his life, his historiography, written as he lived out his life....

Waste forces within him, and a desert all around, this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace,....

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead....

Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once....

Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splatter....

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp,....