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Zuleika Dobson: Or, An Oxford Love Story by Max Beerbohm
4.0
"To calculate, catch, distribute, seemed in her but a single process, She was one of those who are born to make chaos cosmic."
Chapter 2, p 10
"They had availed thousands and innumerable thousands of daybreaks in the broad, these Emperors, counting the long slow hours till the night were over. It is in the night especially that their fallen greatness haunts them. Day brings some distraction. They are not incurious of the lives around them - these little lives that succeed over one another so quickly. To them, in their immemorial old age, youth in a constant wonder. And so is death, which to them comes not. Youth or death - which, they had often asked themselves, was the goodlier? But it was ill that these two things should be mated. It was ill-come, this day of days."
Chapter 14, p 125
Chapter 2, p 10
"They had availed thousands and innumerable thousands of daybreaks in the broad, these Emperors, counting the long slow hours till the night were over. It is in the night especially that their fallen greatness haunts them. Day brings some distraction. They are not incurious of the lives around them - these little lives that succeed over one another so quickly. To them, in their immemorial old age, youth in a constant wonder. And so is death, which to them comes not. Youth or death - which, they had often asked themselves, was the goodlier? But it was ill that these two things should be mated. It was ill-come, this day of days."
Chapter 14, p 125