At these times he exaggerated his absurd manner of speaking, and he sang in church--he was the leader of the choir--with such fearful dramatic intensity that the meanest hymn put on an unholy splendour.
"It seems to me just as imbecile, just as infernal, to have to go to the office on Monday," said Jonathan, "as it always has done and always will do.

To spend all the best years of one's life sitting on a stool from nine to five, scratching in somebody's ledger! It's a queer use to make of one's...

one and only life, isn't it?
Or do I fondly dream ?" He rolled over on the grass and looked up at Linda.

"Tell me, what is the difference between my life and that of an ordinary prisoner.

The only difference I can see is that I put myself in jail and nobody's ever going to let me out.