He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.
It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt. But on an occasion such as this it was different, for the spirit of convention was being rigorously adhered to, and in between his ribs Mr. Flay experienced twinges of pleasure.
If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls - The Consumptive. Belsen 1945
Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.
For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.
