Adelphi Press

I had been feeling unwell all day, and towards sunset I felt really very ill. Something like a fever set in.

It is wonderful what one ray of sunshine can do for the soul of man!

When they both walked down the street, the master in front and the dog at his heels, its nose touched the skirt of his coat as though glued to it. And their gait and their whole appearance seemed almost to cry aloud at every step: “We are old, old. Oh Lord, how old we are! ”

By the way, I always like better brooding over my works and dreaming how they should be written than actually writing them.

Ever since the autumn I had been meaning to move, but I had hung on till the spring.

The whole street suddenly glitters, bathed in brilliant light. All the houses seem suddenly, as it were, to sparkle. Their grey, yellow, and dirty-green hues for an instant lose all their gloominess, it is as though there were a sudden clearness in one’s soul, as though one were startled, or as though someone had nudged one with his elbow.

I remember quite well that I felt an unpleasant sensation clutch at my heart, and I could not myself have told what that sensation was.

though he looked at you, he walked straight at you as though there were an empty space before him.

What is there in his head? But does he still think of anything at all? His face is so dead that it expresses nothing at all.

The fact is I walk to and fro, and to and fro.

This is how it was. I will simply tell it in order. (Order!)