I claim liberty for myself, and give indulgence to others." "I see," said Godolphin, "that you have plenty of books about you, though you plead not guilty to reading.

Do you learn your philosophy from them?
for I think you have contracted a vein of reflection since we parted which I scarcely recognise as an old characteristic." "Why," answered Fanny, "though I don't read, I skim.

Sometimes I canter through a dozen novels in a morning.

I am disappointed, I confess, in all these works; I want to see more real knowledge of the world than they ever display.

They tell us how Lord Arthur looked, and Lady Lucy dressed, and what was the colour of those curtains, and these eyes, and so forth; and then the better sort, perhaps, do also tell us what the heroine felt as well as wore, and try with might and main to pull some string of the internal machine; but still I am not enlightened, not touched.