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First one said, 'You don't know what it is to live in the country, you that have been used to going about under the gas-lamps at night'; and then the other, 'You don't know what it is to be shut in to the lamp at night and have no one but your two selves to look at. It was always the same. 'You don't know what it is, or 'You'll be lonely. And Thomas and I always said the same thing back.
When you say that you "would like to be" this person or that, you really mean that you would like to have their degree of intelligence, power, wealth, position, or what not. What you want is something that is theirs, or something akin to it. But you would not for a moment wish to merge your identity with theirs, or to exchange selves.
From the way Lindsay looked at her as she spoke, he might have been suspected of other discoveries, possible only to the somewhat privileged in this blind world, where intimacy must lend a lens to find out anything at all. "You found that they had no selves," he said, and the manner of his words was encouraging and provocative.
I knew that Betty would shortly have one twin to spare, perhaps two, but this Sara could not guess, knowing nothing of twins. "Now, Sara," I said, "we will build a castle all for our very own selves." "Our velly, velly own selves," said Sara, hugging her spade with ecstasy. "A velly, velly big castle." "Very, very big," I replied. "A bemormous castle?"
"Oh, how I love the cleanness and emptiness of these Swiss rooms!" she exclaimed at last. "They make one feel so unspeakably wholesome and good. And we are actually going to have dinner here, you and I? Just our two selves! How strange!" On a sudden impulse she came close to him, and standing before him, took the lapels of his coat, one in each hand.
AEschylus in his 'Choephorae' and his 'Prometheus'; Sophocles in his 'OEdipus Tyrannus'; Euripides when he wrote 'The Trojan Women, 'Medea, and 'Hippolytus'; Shakespeare in his 'Leer'; Goethe in his 'Faust'; Ibsen in his 'Ghosts' and his 'Peer Gynt'; Tolstoy in 'The Powers of Darkness'; all all in those great works, must have satisfied their most comfortable and normal selves; all all must have given to the average human being, to the Public, what it wants; for to do that, we know, was the reason of their existence, and who shall say those noble artists were not true to it?
At the time of the ballroom's being built, suppers had not been in question; and a small card-room adjoining, was the only addition. What was to be done? This card-room would be wanted as a card-room now; or, if cards were conveniently voted unnecessary by their four selves, still was it not too small for any comfortable supper?
The tail of the army, composed of stragglers, of tired, discouraged or sick soldiers, all marching without arms and without discipline, continually increased in number, to the mortification of the rearguard which had to deal with these men who would not subordinate their own selves to the welfare of the whole.
That you and I live in the midst of a world which has no correspondence with, nor power of satisfying, our truest and deepest selves that we bear about with us a whole set of longings and needs and weaknesses and strengths and capacities, all of which, like the climbing tendrils of some creeping plant, go feeling and putting out their green fingers to lay hold of some prop and stay that man is so made that for his rest and blessedness he must have an external object round which his spirit may cling, on which his desires may fasten and rest, by which his heart may be blessed, which shall be authority for his will, peace for his fears, sprinkling and cleansing for his conscience, light for his understanding, shall be in complete correspondence with his inward nature be water for his thirst, and bread for his hunger.
Neither Monsieur Voltaire nor Madame Villars saw anything in it, except the most ordinary conversation. Monsieur Voltaire was smiling and glancing toward the masks. "Ah, ladies," he cried, "if you would but disclose your charming selves we should have something more agreeable to talk about than the winding of a muddy brook, or the right of the Honsbrouck to kill game in the forest near-by."
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