I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
P. G. WodehouseRead
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
Interpretation
Fate often influences our lives in subtle ways, preparing us for challenges without our awareness.
This quote suggests that there are unseen forces at play in our lives, much like how lead is secretly placed in a boxing glove to create a disadvantage. It emphasizes the notion that fate can manipulate circumstances behind the scenes, impacting our outcomes in ways we don't always perceive.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming adversity, one might say, 'Remember, unseen forces, akin to fate, often prepare us for the challenges we face.'
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season
It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.
Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.
We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.
In a sense, mass incarceration has emerged as a far more extreme form of physical and residential segregation than Jim Crow segregation. Rather than merely shunting people of color to the other side of town, people are locked in literal cages - en masse.
American decline is real, though the apocalyptic vision reflects the familiar ruling class perception that anything short of total control amounts to total disaster.
Herein lies the tragedy of the age: Not that men are poor, - all men know something of poverty. Not that men are wicked, - who is good? Not that men are ignorant, - what is truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men.
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