trampled calmly over the childs body like some damned juggernaut
shrank back with a hissing intake of breath
strong feeling of deformity
ape-like fury
i was coming home from some place at the end of the world about 3 oclock of a black winter morning
i feel very strongly about putting questions it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgement
but mr enfield only nodded his head very seriously and walked on once more in silence
i saw that sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him
this was a hearty healthy dapper red faced gentleman with a shock of hair prematurely white
i have had a lesson o god utterson what a lesson i have had
to testify some deep seated terror of the mind
my arm raised to shield me from that prodigy mind submerged in terror
disgustful curiousity
if im the chief of sinners im the chief of sufferers also
agonised womb of consciousness these polar twins should be continuously struggling
like some disconsolate prisoner
man is not truly on ebut two
shipwreck of my reason
i was thinking of my character which this hateful business has rather exposed
mr utterson the lawyer was a man of rugged countenance who was never lighted by a smile cold scanty and embarrassed in discource backward in sentiment lean long dusty dreary and yet somehow loveable
god forgive us god forgive us
the wind was continually charging and routing these embattled vapours
a great chocolate coloured pall lowered over heaven