“ Lady Suelva moved to look at the dead mute; but the wily black had thrust himself before the face and hid its loathsomeness. "Do as he bids, mistress," he whispered. "Let thy lover live and love thee. Let him have life.""And what a life!" cried the jester. "Oh, noble lady, be merciful and let him die.""Would not the king or some one recognize him?" she asked."No," answered the captain; "he is but lately come to court—and anyway, there's none would recognize him after—""Might he not some day blurt out the truth?""Ho, you forget: mutes make safe lovers, for they have no tongues." ”
Quotes from A Williams Anthology ()
“ Unpleasant truths must ever seem impertinent—but they are no less true. An' I be the court fool, pray, noble lady, what art thou? We be all king's play-things—my wit and thy beauty and the mute's deformities. For all of us sweet life is slowly spoiled—for the mute and me by scorn and snickerings; for thee by the cold glitter of lavished finery and callous flattery. That squire, young and beautiful and bursting with ambition, was only a play-thing, too—thy toy, to dally with and break. ”
“ Stevenson approached close to the beau ideal of epistolary art. When we and our friends have achieved it, distance will be annihilated and there will be no such thing as separation. We shall draw from our little box a small white packet, and, though Nostradamus may offer us every secret of magician or alchemist in exchange for it, we shall refuse offhand. How shall he lure us with a shadow, a ghostly visitant, savoring of the pit and summoned only by the most marrow-freezing incantations? Here in our hand is a mysterious, more potent charm, bringing us the warm, human personality of the man. ”
