You think I don't know my own feelings, but I do THE ISLAND PHARISEES /gutenberg/etext01/saint10.txt PASSAGES FROM THE TEXT: Their life seemed to accord them perfect satisfaction; they were supplied with their convictions by Society just as, when at home, they were supplied with all the other necessaries of life by some co-operative stores. "Why should Oi give up me only pleasure to keep me wretched life in? If you've anything left worth the keeping shober for, keep shober by all means; if not, the sooner you are dhrunk the better--that stands to reason." These letters of his were the most amazing portion of that fortnight. They were remarkable for failing to express any single one of his real thoughts, but they were full of sentiments which were not what he was truly feeling; and when he set himself to analyse, he had such moments of delirium that he was scared, and shocked, and quite unable to write anything. He made the discovery that no two human beings ever tell each other what they really feel. There was nothing in that book to startle him or make him think. And yet they were kind--that is, fairly kind--and clean and quiet in the house, except when they laughed, which was often, and at things which made him want to howl as a dog howls at music. LINES FROM THE TEXT: A contemptuous tolerance for people who were not getting on Air of knowing everything, and really they knew nothing--nothing As if man's honour suffered when he's injured Autocratic manner of settling other people's business Avoid falling between two stools Bad business to be unable to take pride in anything one does Begging the question Believe without the risk of too much thinking Casual charity Christian and good Samaritan are not quite the same Complacency Contrived to throw no light on anything whatever Cultured intolerance Defying Life to make him look at her Denial of his right to have a separate point of view Discontent with the accepted Don't like unhealthy people Easy coarseness which is a mark of caste Fresh journey through the fields of thought >From a position of security, to watch the sufferings of others Good form Half a century of sympathy with weddings of all sorts Happy as a horse is happy who never leaves his stall Her splendid optimism, damped him How fine a thing is virtue Hypnotised and fascinated even by her failings I never managed to begin a hobby If tongue be given to them, the flavour vanishes from ideas If you can't find anything to make you laugh, pretend you do Kissed a strange, cold, frightened look, into her eyes Lacked-feelers Like a scolded dog, he kept his troubled watch upon her face Man who never rebuked a servant Misgivings which attend on casual charity Moral asthma Moral Salesman Moral steam-roller had passed over it Morality-everybody's private instinct of self-preservation Morals made by men Never felt as yet the want of any occupation No two human beings ever tell each other what they really feel