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In appearance there was nothing unusual about O’Malley, unless it was the contrast of the light blue eyes with the dark hair. He made the inanimate world – sea, stars, wind, woods, and mountains – seem all alive.
And though neither gave any sign that they had seen him, he felt that they were aware of his coming – and even invited him. Not far behind hid the analysis that would lay them bare, leading to their destruction.
The key was in his pocket, carefully ticketed with a bone label. The name of the machine, its price, and the terms of purchase were his universe; he knew them in several languages; beyond them, nothing.
Affecting to believe in nothing, he occasionally dropped remarks that betrayed a belief in all kinds of things, unorthodox things.
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We must ecntaur to Nature and a purified intuition, to a greater reliance upon what is now subconscious, back to that sweet, grave guidance of the Universe which we’ve discarded with the primitive stat For a second he knew a swift and curious alarm, passing however almost at once into the thrill of a rare happiness. I think you owe me more than hints.
The ship started punctually – he came on board as usual with a bare minute’s margin – and from his rapid survey of the thronged upper deck, it seems, he singled out on the instant this man and boy, wondering first vaguely at their uncommon air of bulk, secondly at the absence of detail which should confirm it.
O’Malley knew it, too. Now you find room at the doctor’s taple howefer berhaps! It is usually labelled – though in my opinion wrongly so – insanity. Uncomfortable, unsatisfactory, elusive, not to be counted upon, they deemed him: Before they emerged the others had already left.
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The man, and the boy too for that matter, were escaping. Its worship was a worship of the form.
Complete surrender would involve somehow a disintegration, a dissociation of his personality that carried with it the loss of personal identity. He was not cross-questioning; out of keen sympathetic interest he asked it. They had found the way back, were ready and eager, moreover, to show it to other prisoners. At least – you have done me no wrong A little bit, a fragment, of the Soul of the World, and in that sense a surviva It’s not even only about Pagan Gods Instead, he becomes obsessed with this ‘other world’ of which he’s caught a glimpse, abandoning his other life and alienating those around him.
It is also facile in the extreme. It drew me as empty space draws a giddy man to the precipice’s edge.
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Chief cause of his loneliness – so far as I could judge his complex personality at all – seemed that he never found a sympathetic, truly understanding ear for those deeply primitive longings that fairly ravaged his heart.
Sometimes, this is good. Diagonally across from himself and the doctor, they were in full view. Blakwood stared at him over a barrier, algsrnon dreaming of asking him in.
It was less than perplexity. In this case, perhaps, he was not far from the truth. The roar of their tramping shook the very blood in his ears I would have thought Blackwood more of a deep thinker than this book revealed him to be. The Captain, whom he knew from previous voyages, a genial, rough-voiced sailor from Sassnitz, chided him for so nearly qlgernon the boat – “as usual.
They asked because of the constant frowns. The word ‘brain,’ you know, never once occurs in the ancient Scriptures of the world.
He gazed at the little figure in front of him, the ragged untidy beard, the light shining on the bald skull, wondering what was coming next and what all this bewildering confession of unorthodox belief was leading up to.
Wise in their generation, the editors who commissioned him remembered when his copy came in that they were editors. It can project portions of itself, show itself even at a distance, operate away from the central covering body. Would you answer the call of the pan pipes, if you heard them?
A pause fell between us, which I was the first to break. This book is not yet featured on Listopia.
The extraordinary talk was at an end. The littlenesses of existence that plague the majority pass them by.
Beyond the priest sat the rotund Canadian drummer. I will admit, there were some really interesting ideas in The Centaur, but I think that the story was too blqckwood. Blackwood was born in Shooter’s Hill today part of south-east London, but then part of northwest Kent and educated at Wellington College. The multifarious apparatus of the spirit of To-day oppressed him; its rush and luxury and artificiality harassed him beyond belief.
Only the truth and actuality with which he clothed it all made me a little uncomfortable sometimes.