David isan irresolute and unsuccessful young
man.
I remember a long-drawn, golden evening among the
Cyclades.
Wehave never had a noble caste: our younger sons
have always beencommoners.
Contrairyness isthe curse of Ireland, as fatheaded
snobbery is the curse ofEngland.
That was her ideal of a delightfulhusband. Never
mind, dear: the police all know her: shell cometo no harm. Copyright laws are
changing all over the world.
Longago, the Sirens engaged the Muses in a
singing-contest.
It must have been something like the Baby and
theBurglar.
If you thinkyou can get round me by getting round
my parents, youre very muchmistaken.
You cannot, like your Prime Minister, justwave your
hands ineffectively and vanish from the stage.
May I ask how you have got over her craze for
marryinga poor man?
Longago, the Sirens engaged the Muses in a
singing-contest. She was still alive and breathinghard; her face and body were
absolutely human and not uncomely.
I began my explorations alone,concluding that he
had visited the place before.
Oh, why dont they make a stand, thecowards? If I
was your mother Id smack some manners into you.
If I was your mother Id smack some manners into
you.
A large Siren literature has sprung up within
recent times.
And another: the three sister-Sirens drowned
themselves out ofJove for Odysseus.
Our breed needs to be crossed with the gutter or
thesoil once in every three or four generations. Free to give up livingin a big
house and to spend the remainder of our lives as weplease. I sometimes think you are
the only really revolutionaryrevolutionist I have ever met.