Probably Every New And Eagerly Expected Garment

Surprises, Like Misfortunes, Seldom Come Alone.

Their Demeanor Is Invariably Morose, Sullen, Clownish And Repulsive. I Should Think There Is Not, On The Face Of The Earth, A People So Entirely Destitute Of Humor, Vivacity, Or The Capacity For Enjoyment.

[i]t Seemed As If The Streets Were Absorbed By The Sky, And The Night Were All In The Air.

Château And Hut, Stone Face And Dangling Figure, The Red Stain On The Stone Floor, And The Pure Water In The Village Well-thousands Of Acres Of Land-a Whole Province Of France-all France Itself-lay Under The Night Sky, Concentrated Into A Faint Hairbreadth Line. So Does A Whole World, With All Its Greatnesses And Littlenesses, Lie In A Twinkling Star.

The Leprosy Of Unreality Disfigured Every Human Creature In Attendance.