Gape Quotes

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it-is-style-idealism-to-console-itself-for-loss-something-old-with-ability-to-gape-at-something-new-karl-kraus
the-ugly-stupid-have-best-it-in-this-world-they-can-sit-at-their-ease-gape-at-play-if-they-know-nothing-victory-they-are-at-least-spared-knowledge-defeat-oscar-wilde
spare-me-the-whispering-crowded-room-the-friends-who-come-and-gape-and-go-the-ceremonious-air-of-gloom-all-which-makes-death-a-hideous-show
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the-dangerous-charm-gpc-was-that-everything-in-world-could-be-called-up-if-you-didnt-look-out-couple-sessions-might-turn-you-from-serious-enquirer-into-mere-gapemouthed-browser-j
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before-new-york-cracks-were-already-there-but-now-they-began-to-split-open-gape-difference-between-how-thing-place-person-appears-reality-becomes-alarmingly-visible-garish-elizab
the-moon-is-no-door-it-is-face-in-its-own-right-white-as-knuckle-terribly-upset-it-drags-sea-after-it-like-dark-crime-it-is-quiet-with-ogape-complete-despair-i-live-here-sylvia-p
so-remember-those-who-win-game-lose-love-they-sought-to-gain-in-debitures-quality-dubious-integrity-their-smalltown-eyes-will-gape-at-you-in-dull-surprise-when-payment-due-exceed
if-thou-art-called-to-pass-through-tribulation-if-thou-art-in-perils-among-false-brethren-if-thou-art-in-perils-among-robbers-if-thou-art-in-perils-by-land-by-sea-if-thou-art-acc
It was unearthly, and the men were-No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it-this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity-like yours-the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you-you so remote from the night of first ages-could comprehend. And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage-who can tell?-but truth-truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder-the man knows, and can look on without a wink. But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff-with his own inborn strength. Principles? Principles won't do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty rags-rags that would fly off at the first good shake. No; you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row-is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe. Who's that grunting? You wonder I didn't go ashore for a howl and a dance? Well, no-I didn't. Fine sentiments, you say? Fine sentiments, be hanged! I had no time. I had to mess about with white-lead and strips of woolen blanket helping to put bandages on those leaky steam-pipes-I tell you.

Joseph Conrad
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I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who sprang through the open window by my bed and pummeled my chest, barely sheathing his claws. I've been bloodied and mauled, wrung, dazzled, drawn. I taste salt on my lips in the early morning; I surprise my eyes in the mirror and they are ashes, or fiery sprouts, and I gape appalled or full of breath. The planet whirls along and dreaming. Power broods, spins, and lurches down. The planet and the power meet with a shock. They fuse and tumble, lightning, ground fire; they part, mute, submitting, and touch again with hiss and cry. The tree with the lights in it buzzes into flame and the cast-rock mountains ring. Emerson saw it. 'I dreamed that I floated at will in the great Ether, and I saw this world floating also not far off, but diminished to the size of an apple. Then an angel took it in his hand and brought it to me and said, 'This must thou eat.' And I ate the world.' All of it. All of it intricate, speckled, gnawed, fringed, and free. Israel's priests offered the wave breast and the heave shoulder together, freely, in full knowledge, for thanksgiving. They waved, they heaved, and neither gesture was whole without the other, and both meant a wide-eyed and keen-eyed thanks. Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, said the bell. A sixteenth-century alchemist wrote of the philosopher's stone, 'One finds it in the open country, in the village and in the town. It is in everything which God created. Maids throw it on the street. Children play with it.' The giant water bug ate the world. And like Billy Bray, I go my way, and my left foot says 'Glory,' and my right foot says 'Amen': in and out of Shadow Creek, upstream and down, exultant, in a daze, dancing, to the twin silver trumpets of praise.

Annie Dillard
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