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Updated: June 16, 2025
And you sit there and inhale the fumes of a weed, and are no more stirred by my announcement than the belching chimney of an exposition by the fair display around it!" "You big, driveling idiot, how can I know what you are talking about?
"Why, I've been refreshing my general information about this town by consulting the city directory. From that valuable tome I discovered that there are just nine undertakers in town." "Now, what on earth are you driving at -or driveling at?" asked Dick Prescott, suspiciously, while the other partners remained wonderingly, eagerly silent.
They forced the Chinese to open their ports and receive the deadly drug, and then had the impudence to send a lot of driveling idiots of missionaries into China. Go around the world, and where you find the least superstition, there you will find the best men, the best women, the best children. Two powerful levers are at work; love and intelligence.
Down below the level of the water, by the light of smoking torches, we were shown the damp, thick-walled cells where many a proud patrician's life was eaten away by the long-drawn miseries of solitary imprisonment without light, air, books; naked, unshaven, uncombed, covered with vermin; his useless tongue forgetting its office, with none to speak to; the days and nights of his life no longer marked, but merged into one eternal eventless night; far away from all cheerful sounds, buried in the silence of a tomb; forgotten by his helpless friends, and his fate a dark mystery to them forever; losing his own memory at last, and knowing no more who he was or how he came there; devouring the loaf of bread and drinking the water that were thrust into the cell by unseen hands, and troubling his worn spirit no more with hopes and fears and doubts and longings to be free; ceasing to scratch vain prayers and complainings on walls where none, not even himself, could see them, and resigning himself to hopeless apathy, driveling childishness, lunacy!
"That wasna a Lizard; Ah niver see thim aboot here. It must a been a two-striped Spelerpes. A Spelerpes is nigh kin to a Frog a kind of dry-land tadpole, while a Lizard is only a Snake with legs." This was light from heaven. All Yan's distrust was gone. He warmed to the stranger. Oh, how the stranger did snort at "that driveling trash." Yan talked of his perplexities.
Whether this consummation be brought about through an arraignment of some social condition which we personally either advocate or reprehend the attitude weighs little or whether this interest be purchased with placidly driveling preachments of generally "uplifting" tendencies vaguely titillating that vague intention which exists in us all of becoming immaculate as soon as it is perfectly convenient the personal prejudices of us average-novel-readers are not lightly lulled again to sleep.
I shouldn't have dreamed that trams could look so big, or bridges so narrow, except in nightmares. And and you can't make your horn heard much, can you, over the noise on the stones? Oh, there was a close shave with that wagon, wasn't it? I felt bristling like a fretful porcupine oh, but a stark, staring mad, blithering, driveling porcupine!"
"And what if you did that and it took so long that you come back to Fishertown old and bald and driveling, and your wife is dead and all the neighbors! Much good you'd have from knowing it was round!" "When you got right underfoot wouldn't you fall; that's what I want to know?" "Fall! Fall where?" "Into the sky! My God, it's deep!
For the moment I am baffled. The whisper flies round the clubs, 'Psmith is baffled." "The man's an absolute driveling ass," said Mike warmly. "Me, do you mean?" "What on earth would be the point of my doing it?" "You'd gather in a thousand of the best. Give you a nice start in life." "I'm not talking about your rotten puzzle." "What are you talking about?" "That ass Downing.
I’ve asked myself many times whether there is in the world any despair that would overcome this frantic and perhaps unseemly thirst for life in me, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there isn’t, that is till I am thirty, and then I shall lose it of myself, I fancy. Some driveling consumptive moralists—and poets especially—often call that thirst for life base.
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