"Titus Groan"

[fiefoe]

<'A gift of the gab'>
__ "You  must look where you're going, by all that's circumspect."
__ "What in the name of all that's circuitous is all this?"
__ "I endeavour to keep my mind in an equipoise between the intuitive, and rational reasoning, madam, but with you I cannot, for my intuitive desire to be of service overshadows my reasons, though they are many. I can only say I feel a desire to fulfill myself by finding employment under your roof. And so, that is the reason why I cannot exactly say why."

Things are moving faster now, but it's still the descriptive elements in the book that's most gripping:

• They were another's hands in which he could vaguely, and in an occult way, feel the shadows of sentiency.
• each object remorseless in its actuality
• a qualm as of green April
• Here and there a thin beam of light threaded the warm brooding dusk and was filled with slowly moving motes like an attenuate firmament of stars revolving in grave order.
• the great stage below her as empty as an unremembered heart
• The only life in the room lay in the throats of the flowers.
  

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