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Irwin Shaw

Rich Man, Poor Man

  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    “Christ, can you imagine how many hours thousands of poor bastards in those mills of his in North Carolina have to put in at the machines, coughing their lungs out, so that he can have a swim every day?”
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    Almost every inch of wall space was taken up with photographs of himself, smiling, frowning, squinting, writing on the clip board. Some of the photographs were small, others were immense blowups. All of them were flattering. It’s over, he thought gratefully, it’s all over. She’s decided.
  • b1919123728has quoted2 years ago
    caramels from a package
  • b1919123728has quoted2 years ago
    He was going to be seventeen years old soon and another year after that he could enlist.
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    All workers, in Dwyer’s view of labor, coughed their lungs out.
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    Thomas sipped at his whiskey, “That’s my brother,” he said. He could feel Mr. Goodhart glancing at him curiously, and could guess what he was thinking. “We’ve gone our different ways,” he said shortly. “He was the smart one of the family.”
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    “Most of the trouble in my life,” Thomas said, “came because of women. Weak and strong.”
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    He was amazed that somebody like Thomas had wound up the owner-skipper of a ship like the Clothilde in Antibes harbor, and was making a go of it. “Yanks,” Kimball said, shaking his head. “They’re fucking well capable of anything. No wonder you own the world.”
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    The young did everything so much better these days.
  • Vasilisa Lapshovahas quoted2 years ago
    The new wing on the library, the expanded courses in sociology and foreign affairs, the introduction of a resident artist and the expansion of the Art School, the donation for two weeks a year of the theater at the Shopping Center to the Drama Department had all been his ideas. Remembering Boylan’s sneer, Rudolph was resolved that before he got through, nobody, not even a man like Boylan, could call Whitby an agricultural school.
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