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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
about ten days ago I got started on a new book, and am completely, brazenly devoted to it: my hair is uncut, my letters are unwritten, the house is a shambles, and I sit here as happy as Mrs. Jellaby, though I am in 1836, not Africa. It won't go on like this, I shall fall over some obstacle, and wake out of my dreams with a black eye and broken shins: but while it does last, I daren't interrupt it. I haven't had such a spell of writing for nearly three years.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
And another day is tucked under my wing.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
A story demanded to be written, and that is why I have not answered your letter before: a wrong-headed story, that would come blundering like a moth on my window, and stare in with small red eyes, and I the last writer in the world to manage such a subject. One should have more self-control. One should be able to say, Go away. You have come to the wrong inkstand, there is nothing for you here. But I am so weakminded that I cannot even say, Come next week.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Belligerents always abolish war after a war.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
But what are wishes, compared with longings?
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Can you suggest any suitable aspersions to spread abroad about Mrs. Thatcher? It is idle to suggest she has unnatural relations with Mrs. Barbara Castle; what is needed is something socially lower: that she eats asparagus with knife and fork, or serves instant mash potatoes.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Children driven good are apt to be driven mad.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Happiness is an immunity.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
How dreadful it is that because of our wills we can never love anything without messing it around! We couldn’t even love a tree, a stone even; for sooner or later we should be pruning the tree or chipping a bit off the stone.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras of acquaintance implicit in them; but in London they seem as charming as rabbits.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I feel domesticity just slipping off me. It is a choice. Either one can let it go or one can intensify it. The people who intensify it seem to get quite a lot of interest out of that, too, and are as preoccupied as pirates.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I have an idea that conscience impedes quite as many merits as faults, is a sort of alloy, a nickel which may prevent silver from bending but also prevents it from shining.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Inflation is the senility of democracies.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I seem to use this word 'kind' very frequently. When one is unhappy or anxious it is a quality one dwells on.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Is it the realization that people recently psychoanalyzed tend to be dreadful bores which makes the U.S.A. army reject them for the draft?
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I wish I could write librettos for the rest of my life. It is the purest of human pleasures, a heavenly hermaphroditism of being both writer and musician. No wonder that selfish beast Wagner kept it all to himself.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
London life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
One cannot revoke a true happiness.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
once, when I was a young lady and on a night express ... I was awakened by a man coming in from the corridor and taking hold of my leg ... Quite as much to my own astonishment as his, I uttered the most appalling growl that ever came out of a tigress. He fled, poor man, without a word: and I lay there, trembling slightly, not at my escape but at my potentialities.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Reason is a poor hand at prophecies.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
... Rembrandt is not a painter at all. He is a creator, who creates his beings, three dimensional living beings, on a two-dimensional flat surface which acts as a mute, and enforces silence on them.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Rouen shone in dark sunlight and a storm swept it away from my eyes and churned up the broad river with waves which pounced up like cats as our train drew out of the arches of the bridge.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops. A human caress from a cat. I felt very meagre and ill-educated that I could not purr.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
... the advantages of being a postman seemed more and more dubious. It is not a congenial profession for anyone who is at all sensitive, for people visit upon the postman all their first annoyance at receiving a couple of bills when they looked for a love-letter, and if a packet is insufficiently stamped they hand over the pennies as though to a despicable bandit, too outrageous to be denied, too groveling to be feared.
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By AnonymSylvia Townsend Warner
The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
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