Michael Malone - Weebly

nor light, nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.'
Absolutely true!" insisted the headmaster, full of joy and
love and certainty and peace. "Still, I think it was tacky
of Matthew Arnold to be so negative on his
honeymoon. But then the Victorians were like that; they
all resembled their furniture, earnest and massy and
flaccidly muscular, like Robert Browning's thighs."
Jonathan put his fingers to Walter's lips. "We don't
have to be trite."
"How about trite and true?" said the irrepressible
Saar, who was nonetheless sincere. Indeed, far readier,
terrified though he was of the danger, to leap from the
sea cliffs into love than was Jonathan Fields, who saw
no dangers and did not think he was terrified of the
ocean at all but rather of standing alone on the ledge.
In the handsome Ransom home, order, though
under the sword, still sat on the throne. As the help
(Wanda Tojek) rested on weekends, Saturday meals
were served by Mrs. Ransom, and she served cereal
for breakfast. Mr. Ransom ate his in the presence of a
morning newspaper, over which he superimposed