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You see when a man knows he will be old, he is afraid: when he becomes old, he cares for nothing - love does not count, only comfort; honor does not count, only cheating for a niche.
Christina Stead
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He talks about human equality, the rights of man, nothing but that. How about the rights of woman, I’d like to scream at him. It’s fine to be a great democrat when you’ve a slave to rub your boots on.
Christina Stead
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Who tarnishes, assaults, threatens, hates the spirit of man is guilty of crime.
Christina Stead
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She said she hated my children - her own children, Looloo-dirl, her own children!
Christina Stead
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The entire gamut of scandal, hate, and lying is prepared for a poor man in this world who dares to work for the truth. That is why they got rid of me too: they feared me, for wickedness fears Truth.
Christina Stead
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I’ll find a way. There must be a way. And I’ll take my children from you. The man who loves children! You can have your own. That’s all you really care about
Christina Stead
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I will never let the vestal fire go out in my innermost recesses’: people feel that vestal fire and they feel that its possessor is sacred: they will not harm him. He walks unharmed amongst people reputed savage because they honor what is most good in man.
Christina Stead
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Charm is a cunning self-forgetfulness.
Christina Stead
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Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use. She had suddenly said, “You have too many children, Mr. Pollit.
Christina Stead
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Of course, the morning, every morning, was full of such incidents. That was family life. They were all able to get through the day without receiving any particular wounds; every such thing left its tiny scar, but their infant skins healed with wonderful quickness.
Christina Stead
