Goodbye To Berlin Quotes: I am a camera with its shutter open, quote passive, responding, not thinking. Where in another ten years, shall I be, myself? Certainly not here. How many seas and frontiers shall I have to cross to reach that distant day; how far shall I have to travel, on foot, on horseback, by car, push-bike, aeroplane, steamer, train, lift, moving-staircase and tram? How much money shall I need for that enormous journey? How much food will I gradually, wearily consume on my way? How many pairs of shoes shall I wear out? How many thousands of cigarettes shall I smoke? How many cups of tea shall I drink and how many glasses of beer? What an awful tasteless prospect! And yet - to have to die ... Sally lit another cigarette:she smoked the whole time. I noticed how old her hands looked in the lamplight. They were nervous, veined, and very thin - the hands of a middle-aged woman. The green ...
A tremendous crash exploded from the band. Like a car which has slowly, laboriously reached the summit of the mountain railway, we plunged headlong downwards into the New Year.
ReplyDeleteI must confess I find it difficult to become accustomed to the thought that the yellow leaf is upon me ...
ReplyDeleteI was as hurt as a spinster who had been deserted by her cat.
ReplyDeleteLike a long train which stops at every dingy little station, the winter dragged slowly past.
ReplyDeleteHis laugh was a curiosity, an heirloom, something handed down from the dinner-tables of the last century; aristocratic, manly and sham, scarcely to be heard nowadays except on the legitimate stage.
ReplyDelete... the immense white slopes were infested already with tiny figures, some skimming and criss-crossing like dragon flies, some faltering and collasping like injured ants. The skaters were out in dozens on the lake. Within a roped enclosure, an inhumanly agile creature in black tights performed wonders before an attentive audience. Knapsacked, helmeted and booted, some of the more active guests were starting out on long dangerous tours of the upper heights, like soldiers from a luxury barracks. And here and there, admist the great army, the wounded were to be seen, limping on sticks, or with their arms in slings, taking a painful convalescent promenade.
ReplyDeleteRemorse is not for the elderly. When it comes to them , it is not purgingn or uplifting, but merely degrading and wretched, like a bladder disease.
ReplyDeleteShe was no more to be trusted with news than a cat with a saucer of milk.
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