"My work 's over.

I can't work--I have n't worked all winter.

If I were fit for anything, this sentimental collapse would have been just the thing to cure me of my apathy and break the spell of my idleness.

But there 's a perfect vacuum here!" And he tapped his forehead.

"It 's bigger than ever; it grows bigger every hour!" "I 'm sure you have made a beautiful likeness of your poor little mother," said Mrs.Hudson, coaxingly.
"I had done nothing before, and I have done nothing since! I quarreled with an excellent man, the other day, from mere exasperation of my nerves, and threw away five thousand dollars!" "Threw away--five thousand dollars!" Roderick had been wandering among formidable abstractions and allusions too dark to penetrate.