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When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Twrage, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction--Twrage, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

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“it’s raining in Washington tonight.  Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots.  Downtown elderly ladies carry houseplants to set them out on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or boy kings.” - Moore

“it’s raining in Washington tonight.  Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots.  Downtown elderly ladies carry houseplants to set them out on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or boy kings.” - Moore

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