"The Sea" [.]

[fiefoe]

I was pleased to recognize the significance of 'genuine aspidistra'. This novel should therefore be filed under 'lodger fiction'.

• There was an old man with one leg gone below the knee, a thick line of sutures like the prototype of a zip fasterner traversing the shiny stump.
• Miss Vavasour clears the tale in a few broad fanciful passes.
• Bun insisted on addressing me in tones of warm concern, muted awe, and try as I might I could modulate no tone in response that did not sound brave and bashful. Miss Vavasour... made repeated attempts to foster a less soulful, brisker atmosphere at the table, without success.
  
• The afternoon train... blundering toward us through the fields like a big mad toy, huffing bulbous links of thick white smoke.
  
• Rain earlier had left puddles on the road that were paler than the sky, as if the last of day were dying in them. 
• (a restaurant): this glassed-in box of wearied air
  
• an obscurely furtive pleasure;   wallow with small, mistrustful pleasure
• my rapturously lovesick grief;  a frugal smile
• a bright, wind-worried day;  the weather was mild, hardly weather at all
  

__ We are free, fatally free, of what might be called the curse of perpetuance. We finish things, while for the real worker, as the poet Valery... pronounced, there is no finishing a work, only the abandoning of it.
__ Nothing in the human visage bears prolonged scrutiny.
__ Hotel rooms are always impatient for us to be gone; hospital rooms, on the contrary, and without anybody's effort, are there to make us stay, to wan to stay, and be content.

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