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One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Age: 84 †
Born: 1893
Born: December 6
Died: 1978
Died: May 1
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Silvia Warner
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We are also rather concerned about our moorhen who went mad while we were in Italy and began to build a nest in a tree. ... she walks about in the tree, looking as uneasy yet persevering as a district visitor in a brothel.
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Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.
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London life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.
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Oh, I am all for singing. If I had had children I should have hounded them into choirs & choral societies, and if they weren't good enough for that, I would have sent them out, to sing in the streets.
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... possessiveness cannot accept it cannot even strike a fair bargain it has to confer.
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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
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In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.
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I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.
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Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.
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Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.
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cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.
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The Church has lost a great religious poet in me but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.
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My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.
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no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.
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To think of losing is to lose already.
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She was heavier than he expected - women always are.
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Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.
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Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.
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General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
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I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.
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