Azalea Adair and I had conversation, a little of which will be repeated to you. She was a product of the old South, gently nurtured in the sheltered life. Her learning was not broad, but was deep and of splendid originality in its somewhat narrow scope. She had been educated at home, and her knowledge of the world was derived from inference and by inspiration. Of such is the precious, small group of essayists made. She was exquisite, she was a valuable discovery. Nearly everybody nowadays knows too much—oh, so much too much—of real life.
—O. Henry, A Municipal Report.
Ridiculous
You see, he thinks the whole thing has made him look ridiculous, and it will take him a long time to forgive you for that."
I realised the truth of this. One can pardon any injury to oneself, unless it hurts one's vanity.
—P.G. Wodehouse, Love Among the Chickens.
I realised the truth of this. One can pardon any injury to oneself, unless it hurts one's vanity.
—P.G. Wodehouse, Love Among the Chickens.
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