“She drew a breath.
“You want to know why I hate my husband. I’ll tell you; it’s because of his simple, sheer immorality. I don’t mean his actions; his views! Every speech he utters about everything makes me - I swear it makes me - in spite of myself, want to stick a knife in him, and I can’t prove he’s wrong, not ever, about the simplest thing. But I can pain him. And I will…he sits about in chairs that fit his back, clumsy, like a rock, not moving for hours…And I can make him wince. Oh, without showing it…he’s what you call…oh, loyal. There’s an absurd little chit of a fellow…oh, Macmaster… and his mother whom he persists in a silly, mystical way in calling a saint…a Protestant saint! And his old nurse, who looks after the child….and the child itself… I tell you I’ve only got to raise an eyelid…yes, cock an eyelid up a little when any one of them is mentioned and it hurts him dreadfully. His eyes roll in a sort of mute anguish…Of course he doesn’t say anything. He’s an English country gentleman.”
- Sylvia’s description of Christopher Tietjens in Parade’s End, by Ford Madox Ford (via anglicansaint)
“You want to know why I hate my husband. I’ll tell you; it’s because of his simple, sheer immorality. I don’t mean his actions; his views! Every speech he utters about everything makes me - I swear it makes me - in spite of myself, want to stick a knife in him, and I can’t prove he’s wrong, not ever, about the simplest thing. But I can pain him. And I will…he sits about in chairs that fit his back, clumsy, like a rock, not moving for hours…And I can make him wince. Oh, without showing it…he’s what you call…oh, loyal. There’s an absurd little chit of a fellow…oh, Macmaster… and his mother whom he persists in a silly, mystical way in calling a saint…a Protestant saint! And his old nurse, who looks after the child….and the child itself… I tell you I’ve only got to raise an eyelid…yes, cock an eyelid up a little when any one of them is mentioned and it hurts him dreadfully. His eyes roll in a sort of mute anguish…Of course he doesn’t say anything. He’s an English country gentleman.”
- Sylvia’s description of Christopher Tietjens in Parade’s End, by Ford Madox Ford (via anglicansaint)