“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”
“His wife...always dressed in mourning for the children who died in infancy and squeezed breathless by the pressure of her corset, her religion, and the husband fate had dealt her”
“that great condenser of moral chaos, The City.”
“You know, when children are silent and proud, and they try to keep back their tears when they are in great trouble and suddenly break down, their tears fall in streams.”
“An invisible wall of super condensed jelly would make a great shield to stop bullets and sarcasm.”
“[Children] just cannot be sad too long, it is not in them, as children mourn in little bits here and there like patchwork in their lives.”