Curry Quotes in That Hideous Strength
Before [Curry] sat down, nearly everyone in the room desired strongly to make the outer world understand that Bragdon Wood was the private property of Bracton College and that the outer world had better mind its own business. […] Then came a new voice from quite a different part of the Soler. Lord Feverstone had risen. […] A good many Fellows––Studdock was not one of them––imagined they were watching a revolt on Feverstone’s part against Curry and his gang and became intensely interested. […] gradually, one by one, the “outsiders” and “obstructionists,” the men not included in the Progressive Element, began coming into the debate.
It was a moment of extraordinary liberation for Mark. All sorts of things about Curry and Busby which he had not previously noticed, or else, noticing, had slurred over in his reverence for the Progressive Element, came back to his mind. He wondered how he could have been so blind to the funny side of them.
“It really is rather devastating,” said Feverstone […] “that the people one has to use for getting things done should talk such drivel the moment you ask them about the things themselves. […] our two poor friends, though they can be persuaded to take the right train, or even to drive it, haven’t a ghost of a notion where it’s going to, or why.”
On what terms would he go back? Would he still be a member of the Inner Circle even at Bracton? […] He went out before lunch for one of those short, unsatisfactory walks which a man takes in a strange neighbourhood […]. After lunch he explored the grounds. But they were not the sort of grounds that anyone could walk in for pleasure. There were trees dotted about and winding paths covered so thickly with round white pebbles that you could hardly walk on them. […] There were plantations––slabs would be almost a better word––of that kind of laurel which looks as if it were made of cleverly painted and varnished metal. […] The whole effect was like that of a municipal cemetery. Yet, unattractive as it was, he sought it again after tea […].
Curry Quotes in That Hideous Strength
Before [Curry] sat down, nearly everyone in the room desired strongly to make the outer world understand that Bragdon Wood was the private property of Bracton College and that the outer world had better mind its own business. […] Then came a new voice from quite a different part of the Soler. Lord Feverstone had risen. […] A good many Fellows––Studdock was not one of them––imagined they were watching a revolt on Feverstone’s part against Curry and his gang and became intensely interested. […] gradually, one by one, the “outsiders” and “obstructionists,” the men not included in the Progressive Element, began coming into the debate.
It was a moment of extraordinary liberation for Mark. All sorts of things about Curry and Busby which he had not previously noticed, or else, noticing, had slurred over in his reverence for the Progressive Element, came back to his mind. He wondered how he could have been so blind to the funny side of them.
“It really is rather devastating,” said Feverstone […] “that the people one has to use for getting things done should talk such drivel the moment you ask them about the things themselves. […] our two poor friends, though they can be persuaded to take the right train, or even to drive it, haven’t a ghost of a notion where it’s going to, or why.”
On what terms would he go back? Would he still be a member of the Inner Circle even at Bracton? […] He went out before lunch for one of those short, unsatisfactory walks which a man takes in a strange neighbourhood […]. After lunch he explored the grounds. But they were not the sort of grounds that anyone could walk in for pleasure. There were trees dotted about and winding paths covered so thickly with round white pebbles that you could hardly walk on them. […] There were plantations––slabs would be almost a better word––of that kind of laurel which looks as if it were made of cleverly painted and varnished metal. […] The whole effect was like that of a municipal cemetery. Yet, unattractive as it was, he sought it again after tea […].