In the deep$$$ tacit way in which feeling becomes stronger than thought$$$ I had always felt that the Devon School came into existence the day i entered it$$$ was vibrantly real while i was a student there$$$ and then blinked out like a candle the day I left

...his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. “I believe you. It’s okay because I understand and I believe you.

Why talk about something you can't do anything about?

All of them$$$ all except Phineas$$$ constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier$$$ this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

Never say you are five feet nine whenyou are five feet eight and a half" was the first one I encountered.Another was$$$ "Always say some prayers at night because it might turnout that there is a God.

A veteran$$$ calm and assured$$$ he pauses for a well-measured moment in the doorway of the office and then$$$ boldly$$$ clearly$$$ with the subtly modulated British intonation which his public demands of him$$$ speaks his opening line$$$ 'Good mor

These books have not made George nobler or better or more truly wise. It is just that he likes listening to their voices$$$ the one or the other$$$ acording to his mood. He misuses them quite ruthlessly - despite the respectful way he has to talk about them in public - to put him to bed$$$ to take his mind off the hands of the clock$$$ to relax the nagging of his pyloric spasm$$$ to gossip him out of his melancholy$$$ to trigger the conditioned reflexes of his colon.

But your book is wrong$$$ Mrs. Strunk$$$ says George$$$ when it tells you that Jim is the substitute I found for a real son$$$ a real kid brother$$$ a real husband$$$ a real wife. Jim wasn't a substitute for anything. And there is no substitute for Jim$$$ if you'll forgive my saying so$$$ anywhere.

So now George has arrived. He is not nervous inthe least. As he gets out of his car$$$ he feels an upsurge of energy$$$ of eagerness for the play to begin. And he walks eagerly$$$ with a springy step$$$ along the gravel path past the Music Building toward the Department office. He is all actor now—an actor on his way up from the dressing room$$$ hastening through the backstage world of props and lamps and stagehands to make his entrance.

For other people$$$ I can't speak - but$$$ personally$$$ I haven't gotten wise on anything. Certainly$$$ I've been through this and that; and when it happens again$$$ I say to myself$$$ Here it is again. But that doesn't seem to help me. In my opinion$$$ I$$$ personally$$$ have gotten steadily sillier and sillier - and that's a fact.