THE ENTIRE MARCH FAMILY TRILOGY [WH#21][whemf10.txt]3374 The sea-sickness was confined to those who seemed wilful sufferers. The voting-cattle whom they bought and sold. There is little proportion about either pain or pleasure: a headache darkens the universe while it lasts, a cup of tea really lightens the spirit bereft of all reasonable consolations. She has a great respect for your mind, but she don't think you've got any sense. Uncounted thousands within doors prolonging, before the day's terror began, the oblivion of sleep. She wonders the happiest women in the world can look each other in the face without bursting into tears, their happiness is so unreasonable, and so built upon and hedged about with misery. She declares that there's nothing so sad to her as a bride, unless it's a young mother, or a little girl growing up in the innocent gayety of her heart. She wonders they can live through it. THE LANDLORD AT LIONS HEAD, V1 [WH#22][wh1lh10.txt]3375 Crimson torch of a maple, kindled before its time Disposition to use his friends Fear of asking too much and the folly of asking too little Government is best which governs least Honesty is difficult Insensate pride that mothers have in their children's faults Joyful shame of children who have escaped punishment Married Man: after the first start-off he don't try Nothing in the way of sport, as people commonly understand it People whom we think unequal to their good fortune Society interested in a woman's past, not her future The great trouble is for the man to be honest with her We're company enough for ourselves Women talked their follies and men acted theirs World seems to always come out at the same hole it went in at! THE LANDLORD AT LIONS HEAD, V2 [WH#23][wh2lh10.txt]3376 Boldest man is commonly a little behind a timid woman Crimson which stained the tops and steeps of snow Errors of a weak man, which were usually the basest Exchanging inaudible banalities He might walk home with her if he would not seem to do so He's the same kind of a man that he was a boy Hollow hilarities which people use to mask their indifference If one must, it ought to be champagne Intent upon some point in the future No two men see the same star Pathetic hopefulness Picture which, he said to himself, no one would believe in Quiet but rather dull look of people slightly deaf Stupefied by a life of unalloyed prosperity and propriety To be exemplary is as dangerous as to be complimentary Want something hard, don't you know; but I want it to be easy With all her insight, to have very little artistic sense World made up of two kinds of people CRITICISM AND FICTION [WH#24][whcaf10.txt]3377