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Updated: June 17, 2025
It was a half-baked eloquence, sadly liable to bathos, divided, indeed, between sentences ringing with the great words 'genius' and 'fame, and others devoted to an indignant contemplation of the hassocks in the old pews, 'the touching and well-worn implements of prayer, to quote his handsome description of them, which a meddlesome parson was about to 'hurl away, out of mere hatred for intellect and contempt of the popular voice.
But the colours of New York are exactly in that key; and might be adumbrated by phrases like raw pink or raw yellow. It is really in a sense like something uncooked; or something which the satiric would call half-baked. And yet the effect is not only beautiful, it is even delicate.
That was all very well, put picturesquely as Marise always put things; but you couldn't knock an idea on the head just with an apt metaphor. There was a great deal more to be said about it, even if fool half-baked faddists like Eugenia did make it ridiculous. In the first place it was nothing so new.
And however well this plan of breath-control might have succeeded, it could never have succeeded in really curing stuttering and stammering. Most of these ill-advised efforts and half-baked methods sprang up, not as a result of sound knowledge but rather as a result of the lack of it.
Otherwise, there is always the danger and also the likelihood, while human nature is as it is, for some ruler, some clique, or factions so to concentrate power into their own hands, that for their own ambitions, for aggrandisement, or for false or short-sighted and half-baked ideas of additions to their country, it is dragged into periodic wars with other nations.
"Albemarle Street; just round the corner." "Ye told me that he only kepit twa sairvents: a cook, hoosekeper, who lived awe', an' a man a foreigner?" "A kind of half-baked Dago, named Juan Mareno. A citizen of the United States according to his own account." "Ye dinna like Juan Mareno?" "He's a hateful swine!" flashed Kerry, with sudden venom. "I'm watching Mareno very closely.
"You mean it isn't building bridges over boiling chasms three thousand feet below in the Andes river bottoms; it isn't leading ragged armies of half-baked South American natives against a mud stockade; it isn't shooting African animals and dining on quinine and hippopotamus liver. No, there's none of the soldier of fortune business about it. But vital! My heavens! what do you call vital?"
And what could be nicer and homelier than when Barbro sat there of a Sunday evening twanging the strings of a guitar and singing a little with her hoarse voice? Axel, was touched by it all, by the pretty, strange songs, by the mere fact that some one really sat there singing on his poor half-baked farm.
He hates compromise, loathes the half-baked and mediocre, refuses to put up with "something almost as good."
"When I please I do, but not often, or for long. Your world is such a half-baked sort of place, it is at once so childish and so self-satisfied in fact, it is not sufficiently developed for an old raven at your service!" "Am I wrong, then, in presuming that a man is superior to a bird?" "That is as it may be. We do not waste our intellects in generalising, but take man or bird as we find him.
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