E. F. Benson

E. F. Benson

Bully (1915)

Summary

Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson,  Bully (1915)

“ No doubt, in excess, whisky is bad. So is tea. I charge you, then, not to have a cup of tea in the morning, when you are called. You couldn't bear that, you know. You would hate it. You won't give it up. You won't really deny yourself anything you want."
"But what good would it do anybody if I did?" asked Sybil.
"It might do you good, dear," said Queenie. "You might get to feel what I want to feel. No, it doesn't matter; I can't make you understand. Gracious me, I believe this heap of dreadful garments grows larger and larger, the more we take out of it! It's—it's like eating an artichoke!
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson,  Bully (1915)

“ The two sisters worked on in silence for some time, Queenie hopeless of convincing Sybil about the root-difference between giving up what you wanted and giving up what you didn't care about, Sybil slightly complacent in mind at the thought of all the horrid things she was touching for the sake of other people. All down the ballroom, in triple line, were other pairs of women occupied with the same pursuit, and, like Queenie and her sister, sitting on the floor where so often they had danced. All those workers were girls and women of wealth and leisure ”
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson,  Bully (1915)

“ Sybil tightened her mouth a little. Sometimes Queenie seemed to her to have no idea of the responsibilities of life.
"I don't quite understand you," she said.
"Surely it is easy enough. Self-denial is stimulating; it is rather fun. It stimulates you and me now to sit on the floor, instead of dancing on it, and sort out dreadful clothes that one wouldn't generally dream of touching. What we are doing may happen to be useful, but, as a matter of fact, we enjoy doing it. We couldn't, for our own peace of mind, amuse ourselves in ordinary ways."
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