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The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
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bookshelves: 4-stars, romance, owned

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Reading Progress

August 18, 2015 – Shelved
August 18, 2015 – Shelved as: to-read
October 20, 2016 – Started Reading
October 22, 2016 –
0.0% "Does no one want to know the truth here, Mr. Archer? The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!”"
October 22, 2016 –
0.0% "The very good people didn’t convince me; I felt they’d never been tempted. But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands - and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I’d never known before - and it’s better than anything I’ve known."
October 23, 2016 –
0.0% "There had been days and nights when the memory of their kiss had burned and burned on his lips; the day before even, on the drive to Portsmouth, the thought of her had run through him like fire; but now that she was beside him, and they were drifting forth into this unknown world, they seemed to have reached the kind of deeper nearness that a touch may sunder."
October 23, 2016 –
0.0% "“At least it was you who made me understand that under the dullness there are things so fine and sensitive and delicate that even those I most cared for in my other life look cheap in comparison. I don’t know how to explain myself but it seems as if I’d never before understood with how much that is hard and shabby and base the most exquisite pleasures may be paid for.”"
October 23, 2016 –
0.0% "He had built up within himself a kind of sanctuary in which she throned among his secret thoughts and longings. Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational activities. Outside it he moved with a growing sense of unreality He was so absent from everything most densely real and near to those about him that it sometimes startled him to find they still imagined he was there."
October 23, 2016 –
0.0% "When we’ve been apart, and I’m looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burned up in a great flame. But then you come; and you’re so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting to it to come true."
October 23, 2016 –
0.0% "It was easier, and less dastardly on the whole, for a wife to play such a part toward her husband. A woman’s standard of truthfulness was tacitly held to be lower: she was the subject creature, and versed in the arts of the enslaved. Then she could always plead moods and nerves, and the right not to be held too strictly to account; and even in the most strait-laced societies the laugh was always against the husband."
October 24, 2016 – Shelved as: 4-stars
October 24, 2016 – Shelved as: romance
October 24, 2016 –
100.0% "The worst of doing one’s duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. The trenchant divisions between right and wrong, honest and dishonest, respectable and the reverse, had left so little scope for the unforeseen. There are moments when a man’s imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level, and surveys the long windings of destiny."
October 24, 2016 – Finished Reading
January 20, 2017 – Shelved as: owned

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