"She thinks she's a lady.” And then he grinned until the very lake seemed to be in danger of engulfment. "Oh, dear!” the poor thing. Tries so hard, and the more she tries, the less she is. Ha! ha! ha! Take it from me, Fuchsia dear, The only ladies are those to whom the idea of whether they are or not never occurs. Her blood's all right-Irma's-same as mine, ha, ha, ha! but it doesn't go by blood. It's equipoise, my Gipsy, equipoise that does it-with a bucketful of tolerance thrown in.
Mervyn PeakeRelated topics
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Marcus Aurelius
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Susan Sontag
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Charlotte Brontë
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Neil Gaiman
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Ernest Hemingway
