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Before his mind's eye the picture he meant to paint took shape and form and color. And as he walked home he whistled like a happy boy. He had brought his materials along with him as a matter of habit. With his powers at high tide, in the first glamour of a great passion, he set himself to work next morning to portray her as his heart knew her.
Nor had it faded away when they had crossed the bridge and were nearing the shores of the lake, for an idea once conceived lingered long in Agne's mind; and as she walked on in the bright glory of the morning's sun her mind's eye was fixed on a nocturnal scene on the full moon, high in the sky on the overthrow of the great idol and a glittering army among the marble ruins of the Serapeum.
Is it the mind which remembers, and is the mind the soul? or is the soul independent of the mind, surviving the mind's extinction? and do the memories of time die with time? or, Do these pursue beyond the grave? Must the surviving spirit have Its memories of time and grief? Then, surely, death is poor relief.
he was trying to reckon, for pleasant peace of mind's sake, how many folks were looking at him.
I couldn't go home feeling that I had kept you out of your after-cure; and when we get there, no doubt the sea air will bring me up so that I shall want to go to Italy, too, again. Though it seems so far off, now! But go and see when the afternoon train for the Hague leaves, and I shall be ready. My mind's quite made up on that point."
Mr Stewart yielded, but nervous starts and sudden twitches of the muscles betrayed his uneasiness: it looked as if his body would jump up and run without his mind's consent. "Nane 'at I ken o'," answered Phemy. "But there's heaps o' hidy holes i' the inside o' 't." "That's a' very weel; but gien they keppit the mou' an' took their time till 't, they bude to grip ye."
We've usually been to Broadstairs, which is a very charming place, with most elegant society, but now " and she shook her head, by which all the company knew that she intended to allude to the sins of Mr Lupex. "I'd never wish to sleep out of London for my part," said Mrs Roper. "When a woman's got a house over her head, I don't think her mind's ever easy out of it."
And when jealousy from time to time fetched him a lash across the tenderest of his feeling, and sent a string of her fire-pictures glancing before his mind's eye, the contraction of his face was even dangerous. He disregarded jealousy's inventions, yet they stung.
"Silly ass!" "I can't think of anything. My mind's like pap. I keep on writing and writing, but I only get a pile of words. That was bad enough, but to-day I can't write at all. I simply can't write...." "Haven't you got a theme?" "Vaguely, yes, but the thing won't come to life. The people lie about like logs, and ... damn them, they won't move!" "Look here," said Gilbert, "I'm tired of work.
For women and other delights, as we understand the affair, are according to our zest; and our zest is a thing of the mind's devising, added unto desire as the edge of a sword is superadded to the sword. So the fair woman must certainly be veiled. 'The saying hath meat in it, said the abbot; 'but here is no question of merchants, nor of marriage, pardieu.
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