Tsitaadid raamatust «The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare»
Through all this ordeal his root horror had been isolation, and there are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one. That is why, in spite of a hundred disadvantages, the world will always return to monogamy.
His eyes were alive with intellectual torture, as if pure thought was pain.
The first was the old fear that any miracle might happen, the second the more hopeless modern fear that no miracle can ever happen.
Syme was subject to spasms of singular common sense, not otherwise a part of his character.
He was ascending the house of reason, a thing more hideous than unreason itself.
"Do you understand," said the other, "that this is a tragedy?""Perfectly," replied Syme; "always be comic in a tragedy. What the deuce else can you do?
Syme, indeed, was one of those men who are open to all the more nameless psychological influences in a degree a little dangerous to mental health.
...he has a fancy for always sitting in a pitch-dark room. He says it makes his thoughts brighter.
The class sympathies which, false as they are, are the truest things in so many men, broke out of Syme before he could control them.
Being surrounded with every conceivable kind of revolt from infancy, Gabriel had to revolt into something, so he revolted into the only thing left— sanity.
