Confusion: A NovelB.J. Brimmer Company, 1924 - 404 pages This is the story of an aristocratic woman, Cerise D'Atrée, daughter of a French father and an English mother, as she attends school in Europe seeking an outlet for her talents and searching for sustaining values. James Gould Cozzens' first book. |
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Page 207 - Pan, O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honour spoke, From that place the Morn is broke To that place Day doth unyoke ! [Exeunt all except Perigot and Amoret.
Page 248 - O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.
Page 191 - And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak But moss and rarest mistletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she.
Page 6 - ... soul. But it is in the power of the soul, to preserve her own peace and tranquillity, and not to suppose that pain is evil. For all judgment and deliberation; all prosecution, or aversation is from within, whither the sense of evil (except it be let in by opinion) cannot penetrate. XXVII. Wipe off all idle fancies, and say unto thyself incessantly ; Now if I will, it is in my power to keep out of this my soul all wickedness, all lust, and concupiscences, all trouble and confusion. But on the...
Page 96 - Despite all teaching there must come an instance in every person's life when such a truth is proved or disproved in such a way as to be convincing, or it is never honestly believed." At the end of The Son of Perdition, Vidal Monaga, the father who has slain his son, by insisting on being turned over to the authorities, to "justice...
Page 164 - Ni iious non plus, Juliette, ni vous Ophelia, ni Beatrix, ni meme Laure la blonde avec ses grands yeux doux...
Page 344 - Pelton, sitting silent with a pipe which had gone out, looked down to the dim lake and remembered a December noon when Tischoifsky had talked to him. He had laughed then, and now for the first time he began to wonder if Leon had been right. Over-educated sensibilities. . . . "I'd like to write, you know," continued Cerise's voice, "but to write I think you have to believe things, you have to believe in things.
Page 205 - filthy," the people, their streets, their way of life; and that although the disgusting nouveau riche Americans tried to learn the use of objective personal pronouns and which wine to serve with the fish, obviously "it could not be done in one generation; aristocracy was a process of ages." By the time of his latest book, it has become a gentle sharing, or at least a refusing to disturb, the conviction of the reading public that a Harvard accent is "supercilioussounding.
Page 159 - Connant, who looked as if he had stepped out of a myth, went into her Watteau garden without a struggle, and the dark domino had golden hair.
Page 247 - There was no response for a great time and then at last steps, and the door opened and she found herself face to face with a big man in a leather apron. His face was wide and smooth and his eyes started out like stars from under his thick tangled eyebrows. 'Come in,