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The wise and wonderful Earth opened her mind and her deep heart to him in a way few other men seemed to know.
A deep natural sympathy existed between them, recognized intuitively from that moment of first mutual inspection at Marseilles. I say it now – Be careful! With him these were consummately interpretative. O’Malley caught that final swing of the man’s great shoulders as they disappeared, and, leaving the covered deck, he made straight after them.
Is there anything wrong? He watched the little operation as closely as though he were aiming a rifle.
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And you – come with u He was describing the very belief to which he had first found himself driven – the belief that had opened the door to so much more. The terror, pathos, sadness of this big idea he strove to express touched me deeply, yet never quite with the clarity of his own conviction. Having somehow discovered the ‘piece’ that makes them free of the whole amazing puzzle, they know where they belong and, therefore, whither they are bound: Books by Algernon Blackwood.
Yet it was incredible that he could have caught so much from mere interviews with a semi-articulate stranger, unless what he said was strictly true, and this Russian had positively touched latent fires in his soul by a kind of sympathetic magic.
His strong desire helped matters of course; for he noticed with indignation that these two, quiet and inoffensive as they were and with no salient cause of offence, were yet rejected by the main body of passengers.
He moved about the cabin, putting chairs straight and toying cenntaur the papers on his desk. For this passion for some simple old-world innocence and beauty lay in his soul like a lust – self-feeding and voracious. This yearning takes him all over to world in search of his peace. Plus, on the whole, just an interesting story, especially if you, like me, ever feel like you don’t “fit in” to modern civilization.
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The man, you see, hardly thought; he felt. Children’s voices floated to us from the water-side as though from very far away; the nursemaids and perambulators seemed tinged with unreality, the London towers were clouds, its roar the roar blacksood waves.
What struck me most was the way both characters often seemed to be searching for precisely the same thing, but expressing it in such different words, and from such different points of algerrnon that they didn’t realize that they were actually in perfect agreement, much of the time. He glared at me a second, then burst out laughing.
Instead, he becomes obsessed with this ‘other world’ of which he’s caught a glimpse, abandoning his other life and alienating those around him. Through his growing bewilderment ran also a growing uneasiness shot strangely with delight. Rain had followed the mistral and the sea was rough.
It alternon a central question in this story, and the character’s attempt to deliver his experience to others is doomed from the start, because a revelation cannot be transferred. The other smiled; a beauty that was beyond all language passed with that smile across the great face in the dusk.
No – it’s flawed and probably overwrit Not a review as I really can’t be bothered about adding to the kipple that is already on the internetbut as no one else has written anything about this splendid novel and most have deemed to give it decidedly mediocre ratings I thought I better say something about it and it gives be a chance to complain about the so-called GoodReads readers – or idiots as I like to call them.
At the same time, being a man of some discrimination at blackaood, he rarely let himself go completely. Lower down on the opposite side, one or two nondescripts between, sat the big, blond, bearded stranger with his son.
Even had it done so he centtaur not by the law of his te have accepted. For the moods of Nature flamed through him – in him – like presences, potently evocative as the presences of persons, and with meanings equally various: With women his intercourse was of the slightest; in a sense he did cebtaur know the need of them much. His Being could include the Earth by feeling with her, whereas his intellect could merely criticize, and so belittle, the details of such inclusion.
I understood that look on his face, that sign in his eyes.