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It was an old Italian work of Flemish taste: a nude woman, with short legs and heavy stomach, who apparently ran with an arm extended. She thought the figure had a droll air. She asked what she was doing. "She is doing what Madame Mundanity does on the portal of the cathedral at Basle." But Therese, who had been at Basle, did not know Madame Mundanity.
I don't mean to release you from it, but if I don't go in now, and finish the covering of those library books, the youth of Murewell will be left without any literature till Heaven knows when! He could have blessed her for the tone, for the escape into common mundanity. 'Hang literature hang the parish library! he said with a laugh as he moved after her.
It was an old Italian work of Flemish taste: a nude woman, with short legs and heavy stomach, who apparently ran with an arm extended. She thought the figure had a droll air. She asked what she was doing. "She is doing what Madame Mundanity does on the portal of the cathedral at Basle." But Therese, who had been at Basle, did not know Madame Mundanity.
"He openly confessed," it says, "that our master had the right; but because our prince and master would not prejudicate for his jurisdictions, and uphold his usurped power by sending a proctor, ye may evidently here see that this was only the cause why the judgment of the Bishop of Rome was not given in his favour; whereby it may appear that there lacked not any justice in our prince's cause, but that ambition, vain glory, and too much mundanity were the lets thereof."
Instead of filling their houses with objects which say: Remember! they garnish them with quite new furnishings that as yet have no meaning. Wait, I am wrong; these things are often symbols, as it were, of a facile and superficial existence. In their midst one breathes a certain heady vapor of mundanity. They recall the life outside, the turmoil, the rush.
I don't mean to release you from it, but if I don't go in now and finish the covering of those library books, the youth of Murewell will be left without any literature till Heaven knows when! He could have blessed her for the tone, for the escape into common mundanity. 'Hang literature hang the parish library! he said with a laugh as he moved after her.
It was an old Italian work of Flemish taste: a nude woman, with short legs and heavy stomach, who apparently ran with an arm extended. She thought the figure had a droll air. She asked what she was doing. "She is doing what Madame Mundanity does on the portal of the cathedral at Basle." But Therese, who had been at Basle, did not know Madame Mundanity.
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