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We are poetic and artistic and romantic and mystical. We resent the cold analysis and reduction of life to the commonplace and well substantiated and this is after all is said, the aim of scientific endeavor. But we have to adjust ourselves to a changing world in the light of constantly accumulating knowledge.
Marven more than he could. The ladies said that Mrs. Durgin's behavior was an outrage, and they ought all to resent it by going straight to their own rooms and packing their things and leaving on the same stage with Mrs. Marven. None of them did so, and their talk veered around to something extenuating, if not justifying, Mrs. Durgin's action.
Too much reputation is a bad thing for a man to have on his hands in the West. He is apt to be expected to live up to it every moment of his waking hours. Not a man in the Valley of the Eagles outfit but was waiting to see the newcomer make the first move towards bullying one of them. And such a move they were prepared to resent en masse.
Will you say I excuse Adam's transgressions and come down hard on Eve? I suppose so. But the very fact that you resent the imputation is proof that in your heart of hearts you know I have hit very close to the mark.
Girls of her station you had better face the truth, Jack never marry beneath them." "But a man may." "A fair shot," laughed Jernyngham. "I can't resent it. But the man generally suffers, and the price is a heavier one when the girl has to pay. There's a penalty for breaking caste." "You seem to tolerate worse things in the old country."
He of Tennessee would then sasshay up in a flip manner and make a break. Ted, waiting close by, would resent his insolence. There would be words, followed by blows. 'See what I mean? pursued the Bear-Cat. 'There's you and me mixing it. I'll square the cop on the beat to leave us be; he's a friend of mine. Pretty soon you land me one on the plexus, and I take th' count.
You may resent it." "No, no." "Well, then, what were you doing under my bed?" "Oh, under your bed?" "Yes. Under my bed. This. It's a bed, you know. Mine. My bed. You were under it. Why? Or putting it another way, why were you under my bed?" "I was hiding." "Playing hide-and-seek? That explains it." "Mrs. What's-her-name Beecher Meecher was after me." Sally shook her head disapprovingly.
Interrupted by spells of coughing choking, gasping, fighting for breath, his eyes blazing with hatred and lust, mingling his words with oaths and curses he raged at her. "And do you think that, because I am so nearly dead, I do not resent what I saw, to-day? Do you think I am so far gone that I cannot understand your interest in this man, after watching you, together, all the afternoon?
As he kindles the interest grows. Every breath is held every cough is suppressed every fidgety movement is settled every one, riveted himself by the spell of the impassioned and entrancing eloquence, knows how sensitively his neighbor will resent the very slightest disturbance. Then, by-and-by, there is a pause.
"But if we address them, by message, to the Ephors, thou and the nobler Spartans will not resent our remonstrances?" "All that injures Pausanias Lysander will resent. Little know I of the fables of poets, but Homer is at least as familiar to the Dorian as to the Ionian, and I think with him that between friends there is but one love and one anger."
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