‘Well, you see,’ said Mr. Inspector, ‘it was a question of making a move. It’s of no use moving if you don’t know what your move is. You had better by far keep still.’ - the inspector in Our Mutual Friend, convincing me to stay in bed and not work on my chapter
@PhDhurtBrain And sometimes, when admiration crosses the threshold into awe, nothing will do but ellipses. “She’s… done it. Hasn’t she.” “Yes, my boy… I do believe she has…”
“For when a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect on his mind.” - Silas Wegg, arguing for better pay for literature professors