1st Quarter Literature Exam 1 PT 2

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"-but all that's over. As I told you, I haven't had more than a drink a day for over a year, and I take that drink deliberately, so that the idea of alcohol won't get too big in my imagination. You see the idea?" "No," said Marion succinctly. "It's a sort of stunt I set myself. It keeps the matter in proportion." "I get you," said Lincoln. "You don't want to admit it's got any attraction for you."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Another thing," Charlie said: "I'm able to give her certain advantages now. I'm going to take a French governess to Prague with me. I've got a lease on a new apartment - " He stopped, realizing that he was blundering. They couldn't be expected to accept with equanimity the fact that his income was again twice as large as their own. "I suppose you can give her more luxuries than we can," said Marion. "When you were throwing away money we were living along watching every ten francs... I suppose you'll start doing it again."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"As soon as I can get a governess. I hoped the day after tomorrow." "That's impossible. I've got to get her things in shape. Not before Saturday." He yielded. Coming back into the room, Lincoln offered him a drink. "I'll take my daily whisky," he said. It was warm here, it was a home, people together by a fire. The children felt very safe and important; the mother and father were serious, watchful. They had things to do for the children more important than his visit here. A spoonful of medicine was, after all, more important than the strained relations between Marion and himself. they were not dull people, but they were very much in the grip of life and circumstances. He wondered if he couldn't something to get Lincoln out of his rut at the bank.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Come and dine. Sure your cousins won' mine. See you so sel'om. Or solemn." "I can't," said Charlie sharply. "You two have dinner and I'll phone you." Her voice became suddenly unpleasant. "All right, we'll go. But I remember once when you hammered on my door at four A.M., I was enough of a good sport to give you a drink. Come on, Dunc." Still in slow motion, with blurred, angry faces, with uncertain feet, they retired along the corridor. "Good night," Charles said. "Good night," responded Lorraine emphatically.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Charlie, I believe you're sober," she said judicially. "I honestly believe he's sober, Dunc. Pinch him and see if he's sober." Charlie indicated Honoria with his head. They both laughed. "What's your address?" said Duncan skeptically. He hesitated, unwilling to give the name of his hotel. "I'm not settled yet. I'd better call you. We're going to see the vaudeville at the Empire." "There! That's what I want to do," Lorraine said. "I want to see some clowns and acrobats and jugglers. That's just what we'll do, Dunc." "We've got to do an errand first," said Charlie. "Perhaps we'll see you there." "All right, you snob... Good-by beautiful little girl." "Good-by." Honoria bobbed politely.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Darling, do you ever think about your mother?" "Yes, sometimes," she answered vaguely. "I don't want you to forget her. Have you got a picture of her?" "Yes, I think so. Anyhow, Aunt Marion has. Why don't you want me to forget her?" "She loved you very much." "I loved her too." They were silent for a moment. "Daddy, I want to come and live with you," she said suddenly. His heart leaped; he had wanted it to come like this. "Aren't you perfectly happy?" "Yes, but I love you better than anybody. And you love me better than anybody, don't you, now that mummy's dead?"

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Dear Charlie: You were so strange when we saw you the other day that I wondered if I did something to offend you. If so, I'm not conscious of it. In fact, I have thought about you too much for the last year, and it's always been in the back of my mind that I might see you if I came over here. We did have such good times that crazy spring, like the night you and I stole the butcher's tricycle, and the time we tried to call on the president and you had the old derby rim and the wire cane. Everybody seems so old lately, but I don't feel old a bit. Couldn't we get together some time today for old time's sake? I've got a vile hang-over for the moment, but will be feeling better this afternoon and will look for you about five in the sweatshop at the Ritz. Always devotedly, Lorraine."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Don't you want a cocktail before dinner?" Lincoln asked. "I take only one drink every afternoon, and I've had that." "I hope you keep to it," said Marion. Her dislike was evident in the coldness with which she spoke, but Charlie only smiled; he had larger plans. her very aggressiveness gave him an advantage, and he knew enough to wait. He wanted them to initiate the discussion of what they knew had brought him to Paris. At dinner he couldn't decide whether Honoria was most like him or her mother. Fortunate if she didn't combine the traits that had brought them to disaster. A great wave of protectiveness went over him. He thought he knew what to do for her. He believed in character; he wanted to jump back a whole generation and trust in character again as the eternally valuable element. Everything else wore out.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I can't help what I think!" she cried out suddenly. "How much you were responsible for Helen's death, I don't know. It's something you'll have to square with your own conscience." An electric current of agony surged through him; for a moment he was almost on his feet, an unuttered sound echoing in his throat. He hung on to himself for a moment, another moment. "Hold on there," said Lincoln uncomfortably. "I never thought you were responsible for that." "Helen died of heart trouble," Charlie said dully. "Yes, heart trouble." Marion spoke as if the phrase had another meaning for her.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Have a drink?" "All right, but not up at the bar. We'll take a table." "The perfect father." Listening abstractedly to Lorraine, Charlie watched Honoria's eyes leave their table, and he followed them wistfully about the room, wondering what they saw. He met her glance and she smiled. "I liked that lemonade," she said. What had she said? What had he expected? Going home in a taxi afterward, he pulled her over until her head rested against his chest.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"He knew that now he would have to take a beating. It would last an hour or two hours, and it would be difficult, but if he modulated his inevitable resentment to the chastened attitude of the reformed sinner, he might win his point in the end. Keep your temper, he told himself. You don't want to be justified. You want Honoria. Lincoln spoke first: "We've been talking it over ever since we got your letter last month. We're happy to have Honoria here. She's a dear little thing, and we're glad to be able to help her, but of course that isn't the question-" Marion interrupted suddenly. "How long are you going to stay sober, Charlie?" she asked. "Permanently, I hope." "How can anybody count on that?"

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I don't blame Marion," Charlie said slowly, "but I think she can have entire confidence in me. I had a good record up to three years ago. Of course, it's within human possibilities I might go wrong at any time. But if we wait much longer I'll lose Honoria's childhood and my chance for a home." He shook his head. "I'll simply lose her, don't you see?" "Yes, I see," said Lincoln. "Why didn't you think of all this before?" Marion asked. "I suppose I did, from time to time, but Helen and I were getting along badly. When I consented to the guardianship, I was flat on my back in a sanitarium and the market had cleaned me out. I knew I'd acted badly, and I thought if it would bring any peace to Helen, I'd agree to anything. But now it's different. I'm functioning, I'm behaving damn well, so far as-" "Please don't swear at me," Marion said.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I heard that you lost a lot in the crash." "I did," and he added grimly, "but I lost everything I wanted in the boom." "Selling short." "Something like that." Again the memory of those days swept over him like a nightmare-the people they had met traveling; then people who couldn't add a row of figures or speak a coherent sentence. The little man Helen had consented to dance with at the ship's party, who had insulted her ten feet from the tables; the women and girls carried screaming with drink or drugs out of public places - the men who locked their wives out in the snow, because the snow of twenty-nine wasn't real snow. If you didn't want it to be snow, you just paid some money.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I suppose you know what I want to see you about - why I really came to Paris." Marion played with the black stars on her necklace and frowned. "I'm awfully anxious to have a home," he continued. "And I'm awfully anxious to have Honoria in it. I appreciate your taking in Honoria for her mother's sake, but things have changed now" - he hesitated and then continued more forcibly - "changed radically with me, and I want to ask you to reconsider the matter. It would be silly for me to deny that about three years ago I was acting badly-" Marion looked up at him with hard eyes.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I want to get to know you," he said gravely. "First let me introduce myself. My name is Charles J. Wales, of Prague." "Oh, daddy!" her voice cracked with laughter. "And who are you, please?" he persisted, and she accepted a role immediately: "Honoria Wales, Rue Palatine, Paris." "Married or single?" "No, not married. Single." He indicated the doll. "But I see you have a child, madame." Unwilling to disinherit it, she took it to her heart and thought quickly. "Yes I've been married, but I'm not married now. My husband is dead." He went on quickly, "And the child's name?" "Simone. That's after my best friend at school."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I'm very pleased that you're doing so well at school." "I'm third this month," she boasted. "Elsie" - that was her cousin - "is only about eighteenth, and Richard is about at the bottom." "You like Richard and Elsie, don't you?" "Oh, yes. I like Richard quite well and I like her all right." Cautiously and casually he asked: "And Aunt Marion and Uncle Lincoln - which one do you like best?" "Oh, Uncle Lincoln, I guess." He was increasingly aware of her presence. As they came in, a murmur of "...adorable" followed them, and now the people at the next table bent all their silences upon her, staring as if she were something no more conscious than a flower.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Is she angry with me?" "Sort of," he said, almost roughly. "She's not strong and-" "You mean she's changed her mind about Honoria?" "She's pretty bitter right now. I don't know. You phone me at the bank tomorrow." "I wish you'd explain to her I never dreamed these people would come here. I'm just as sore as you are." "I couldn't explain anything to her now."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"It's going to be all right. I think she sees now that you - can provide for the child, and so we can't very well stand in your way or Honoria's way." "Thank you, Lincoln." "I'd better go along and see how she is." "I'm going." He was still trembling when he reached the street, but a walk down the Rue Bonaparte to the quais set him up, and as he crossed the Seine, fresh and new by the quai lamps, he felt exultant. But back in his room he couldn't sleep. The image of Helen haunted him. Helen whom he had loved so until they had senselessly begun to abuse each other's love, tear it into shreds. On that terrible February night that Marion remembered so vividly, a slow quarrel had gone on for hours. There was a scene at the Florida, and then he attempted to take her home, and then she kissed young Webb at a table; after that there was what she had hysterically said.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"My husband couldn't come this year," she said, in answer to his question. "We're poor as hell. So he gave me two hundred a month and told me I could do my worst on that... This is your little girl?" "What about coming back and sitting down?" Duncan asked. "Can't do it." He was glad for an excuse. As always, he felt Lorraine's passionate, provocative attraction, but his own rhythm was different now. "Well, how about dinner?" she asked. "I'm not free. Give me your address and let me call you."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Of course I do. But you won't always like me best, honey. You'll grow up and meet somebody your own age and go marry him and forget you ever had a daddy." "Yes, that's true," she agreed tranquilly. He didn't go in. He was coming back at nine o'clock and he wanted to keep himself fresh and new for the thing he must say then. "When you're safe inside, just show yourself in that window." "All right. Good-by, dads, dads, dads, dads." He waited in the dark street until she appeared, all warm and glowing, in the window above and kissed her fingers out into the night.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Oh, no" he said. "I've learned. I worked hard for ten years, you know - until I got lucky in the market, like so many people. Terribly lucky. It won't happen again." There was a long silence. All of them felt their nerves straining, and for the first time in a year Charlie wanted a drink. He was sure now that Lincoln Peters wanted him to have his child. Marion shuddered suddenly, part of her saw that Charlie's feet were planted on the earth now, and her own maternal feeling recognized the naturalness of his desire; but she had lived for a long time with a prejudice - a prejudice founded on a curious disbelief in her sister's happiness, and which, in the shock of one terrible night, had turned to hatred for him. It had all happened at a point in her life where the discouragement of ill health and adverse circumstances made it necessary for her to believe in tangible villainy and a tangible villain.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Something like that. Sometimes I forget and don't take it. But I try to take it. Anyhow, I couldn't afford to drink in my position. The people I represent are more than satisfied with what I've done, and I'm bringing my sister over from Burlington to keep house for me, and I want awfully to have Honoria too. You know that even when her mother and I weren't getting along well we never let anything that happened touch Honoria. I know she's fond of me and I know I'm able to take care of her and - well, there you are. How do you feel about it?"

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"When she was dying she asked me to look out for Honoria. If you hadn't been in a sanitarium then, it might have helped matters." He had no answer. "I'll never in my life be able to forget the morning when Helen knocked at my door, soaked to the skin and shivering and said you'd locked her out." Charlie gripped the sides of the chair. This was more difficult than he expected; he wanted to launch out into a long expostulation and explanation, but he only said: "The night I locked her out-" and she interrupted, "I don't feel up to going over that again." After a moment's silence Lincoln said: "We're getting off the subject. You want Marion to set aside her legal guardianship and give you Honoria. I think the main point for her is whether she has confidence in you or not."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Why don't I live with you?" she asked suddenly. "Because mamma's dead?" "You must stay here and learn more French. It would have been hard for daddy to take care of you so well." "I don't really need much taking care of any more. I do everything for myself." Going out of the restaurant, a man and a woman unexpectedly hailed him. "Well, the old Wales!" "Hello there, Lorraine...Dunc." Sudden ghosts out of the past: Duncan Scaeffer, a friend from college, Lorraine Quarrles, a lovely, pale blonde of thirty; one of a crowd who had helped them make months into days in the lavish times of three years ago.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Wouldn't you like to have two vegetables?" "I usually only have one at lunch." The waiter was pretending to be inordinately fond of children. "Que'lle est mignonne la petite! Elle parle exactement comme une Francaise." "How about dessert? Shall we wait and see?" The waiter disappeared. Honoria looked at her father expectantly. "What are we going to do?" "First, we're going to that toy store in the Rue Saint-Honore and buy you anything you like. And then we're going to the vaudeville at the Empire."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Yes, a lot of it stayed in the hands of chasseus and saxophone players and maitres d'hotel - well the big party's over now. I just said that to explain Marion's feeling about those crazy years. If you drop in about six o'clock tonight before Marion's too tired, we'll settle the details on the spot." Back at his hotel, Charlie found a pneumatique that had been redirected from the Ritz bar where Charlie had left his address for the purpose of finding a certain man.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"You have to be damn drunk," he thought. Zelli's was closed, the bleak and sinister cheap hotels surrounding it were dark; up in the Rue Blanche there was more light and a local, colloquial, French crowd. The Poet's Cave had disappeared, but the two great mouths of the Cafe of Heaven and the Cafe of Hell still yawned - even devoured, as he watched, the meager contents of a tourist bus - a German, a Japanese, and an American couple who glanced at him with frightened eyes. So much for the effort and ingenuity of Montmatre. All the catering to vice and waste was on an utterly childish scale, and he suddenly realized the meaning of the word "dissipate" - to dissipate into thin air; to make nothing out of something. In the little hours of the night every move from place to place was an enormous human jump, an increase of paying for the privilege of slower and slower motion.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"You know I never did drink heavily until i gave up business and came over here with nothing to do. Then Helen and I began to run around with-" "Please leave Helen out of it. I can't bear to hear you talk about her like that." He stared at her grimly; he had never been certain how fond of each other the sisters were in life. "My drinking only lasted about a year and a half - from the time we came over until I - collapsed." "It was time enough." "It was time enough," he agreed. "My duty is entirely to Helen," she said. "I try to think what she would have wanted me to do. Frankly, from the night you did that terrible thing you haven't really existed for me. I can't help that. She was my sister." "Yes."

Jonathan Edwards

'Tis Christ wholly and only that makes satisfaction. Angels don't make any nor can they make any if they should do or suffer anything that they are able. Men are not able to pay the price themselves nor any part of it. They can do nothing. Even if they could do a thousand times more than they do, they could do nothing that could atone for the least sin or any way oblige God to save them in whole or in part.

Jonathan Edwards

'Tis God who bestows the special advantages men are under for their salvation, such as a pious education, the living amongst a religious people, or living under a powerful ministry. If men have special advantages from their natural abilities or good natural dispositions from their circumstances and manner of life, so they shall be less in the way of temptation than many others, 'tis all from God. He who disposes all things by his providence makes some men to differ from others by their special advantages.

Jonathan Edwards

'Tis God who causes the gospel to come to some particular parts of the world when others are lost in darkness. So God anciently chose out of the nation of the Jews and separated them from all the nations in the world. Now under the New Testament dispensation, the church is abundantly more enlarged and is not any longer confined to any one particular nation. Yet the gospel doesn't reach to all nations.

Jonathan Edwards

'Tis God who has appointed the ministry of the gospel. 'Tis he who appointed that order of men to explain, to reprove, to rebuke, to exhort and to warn, to counsel and to direct souls in their various difficulties. To be the mouth of God to the people and of the people to God and to administer the sacraments.

Jonathan Edwards

3. 'Tis God also who marks all that 'tis necessary upon the heart in order to bestow salvation. He is not only the author of the purchase of salvation and is the author of all the outward means of salvation and all the advantages men are under for the obtaining. But he works all that is wrought within themselves, who tends that way before conviction. 'Tis he who works conviction in men. 'Tis evidently from something else than themselves that some men who have the same outward means are greatly awakened and made sensible of the dangerous condition that they are in and are exceedingly concerned what they shall do to be saved.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

A long peal at the door-bell; the bonne a tout faire passed through and went down the corridor. The door opened upon another long ring, and then voices, and the three in the salon looked up expectantly; Richard moved to bring the corridor within his range of vision, and Marion rose. Then the maid came back along the corridor, closely followed by the voices, which developed under the light into Duncan Schaeffer and Lorraine Quarrles. They were gay, they were hilarious, they were roaring with laughter. For a moment Charlie was astounded; unable to understand how they ferreted out the Peters' address. "Ah-h-h!" Duncan wagged his finger roguishly at Charlie. "Ah-h-h!"

Jonathan Edwards

And if he offers to suffer or should actually suffer to make satisfaction to suffer, 'tis the very thing that is required, but it is that he should suffer forever. If he has suffered for a time, there is an eternity of suffering yet behind. If it be attended that his temporal suffering does pay part of the debt, yet there is never the less behind. If he suffers ten years, yet his future eternity is as great as it was before, and he is under obligation to suffer to all eternity. So that the sinner can do nothing towards paying this price. But 'tis God alone who can bring it forth out of the infinite treasures of his sufficiency. He is the author of the purchase of salvation.

A Key into the Language of America, They See God's Wonders, Roger Williams

Alone 'mongst Indians in canoes, Sometime o're-turn'd I have been Half inch from death, in ocean deep, God's wonders I have seen.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

At five he took a taxi and bought presents for all the Peters - a piquant cloth doll, a box of Roman soldiers, flowers for Marion, big linen handkerchiefs for Lincoln. He saw, when he arrived in the apartment, that Marion had accepted the inevitable. She greeted him now as though he were a recalcitrant member of the family, rather than a menacing outsider. Honoria had been told she was going: Charlie was glad to see that her tact made her conceal her excessive happiness. Only on his lap did she whisper her delight and the question "When?" before she slipped away with the other children.

Marion

Aunt who holds grudge against Charles in Babylon Revisited

A Key into the Language of America, Boast Not Proud English, Roger Williams

Boast not proud English, of thy birth and blood, Thy brother Indian is by birth as good. Of the blood God made him, and thee and all. As wise, as fair, as strong, as personal.

Jonathan Edwards

But when he had of his own accord undertaken it in the covenant of redemption, he thereby became a mediator and as such he was subject to God and was commanded by him. Christ freely gave himself. He did step in and speak for men and afford to undertake for them out of love and pity to them. So great a love had he to them that this moved him to undertake for them and to offer himself.

A Key into the Language of America, Boast Not Proud English, Roger Williams

By nature, wrath's his portion, thine, no more, Till grace his soul and thine in Christ restore. Make sure thy second birth, else thou shalt see Heaven ope to Indians wild, but shut to thee.

Honoria

Charles' daughter in Babylon Revisited

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charlie came closer to them, as if to force them backward down the corridor. "Sorry, but I can't. Tell me where you'll be and I'll phone you in half an hour." This made no impression. Lorraine sat down suddenly on the side of a chair, and focusing her eyes on Richard, cried, "Oh what a nice little boy! Come here, little boy." Richard glanced at his mother, but did not move. With a perceptible shrug of her shoulders, Lorraine turned back to Charlie:

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charlie got up. He took his coat and hat and started down the corridor. Then he opened the door of the dining room and said in a strange voice, "Good night, children." Honoria rose and ran around the table to hug him. "Good night, sweetheart," he said vaguely, and then trying to make his voice more tender, trying to conciliate something. "Good night, dear children."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charlie went directly to the Ritz bar with the furious idea of finding Lorraine and Duncan, but they were not there, and he realized that in any case there was nothing he could do. He had not touched his drink at the Peters, and now he ordered a whisky-and-soda. Paul came over to say hello. "It's a great change," he said sadly. "We do about half the business we did. So many fellows I hear about back in the states lost everything, maybe not in the first crash, but then in the second. Your friend George Hardt lost every cent, I hear. Are you back in the States?" "No, I'm in business in Prague."

Helen

Dead wife of Charles in Babylon Revisited

Jonathan Edwards

God also is the author of all the ordinances of the gospel by means of which he communicates grace. 'Tis he who appointed prayer and the preaching of the Word and sabbaths and public assemblies and sacraments and church discipline. These are very necessary in order to the salvation of men's souls. You may easily conceive what a sorrowful case religion would be in if there were no sabbaths and no public assemblies, no public ministry and no discipline. Religion would soon run to utter ruin.

Jonathan Edwards

God is the author of all the means for applying of Christ's redemption. He is the author of the Word, that great instrument of men's salvation. 'Tis God who has given us that gift, that precious treasure, the Bible. All Scripture is given by inspiration of the Holy Ghost. If God had not given us his Word, mankind would have been in a miserable condition, would have been under a necessity of perishing. Men never would have been able to come to the knowledge of the mind and will of God, except God himself had revealed it. It never could have been known what we must do in order to obtain the pardon of our sins and salvation.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He and Marion were alone for a minute in the room, and on an impulse he spoke out boldly: "Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds: they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material I wish you and I could be on better terms." "Some things are hard to forget," she answered. "It's a question of common sense." There was no answer in this and presently she asked, "When do you propose to take her?"

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He broke off. Marion had made the sound "Oh!" in one swift, furious breath, turned her body from him with a jerk and left the room. Lincoln set down Honoria carefully. "You children go in and start your soup," he said, and when they obeyed, he said to Charlie: "Marion's not well and she can't stand shocks. That kind of people make her really physically sick." "I didn't tell them to come here. They wormed your name out of somebody. They deliberately-" "Well, it's too bad. It doesn't help matters. Excuse me a minute."

Jonathan Edwards

He gives a Redeemer to purchase it by his obedience and death. It was not any need that God had of men or of their love or service that moved him to it. He doth this of himself. It was not the prayers or cries of sinners that moved him to it, but he was moved to it purely of his own good pleasure. He gave this not only unrewarded and unmerited but unasked for.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He left soon after dinner, but not to go home. He was curious to see Paris by night with clearer and more judicious eyes than those of other days. He bought a strapontin for the Casino and watched Josephine Baker go through her chocolate arabesques. After an hour he left and strolled toward Montmartre, up the Rue Pigalle into the Place Blanche. The rain had stopped and there were a few people in evening clothes disembarking from taxis in front of cabarets, and cocottes prowling singly or in pairs, and many Negroes. He passed a lighted door from which issued music, and stopped with the sense of familiarity; it was Bricktop's, where he had parted with so many hours and so much money. A few doors farther on he found another ancient rendezvous and incautiously put his head inside. Immediately an eager orchestra burst into sound, a pair of professional dancers leaped to their feet and a maitre d'hotel swopped toward him, crying, "Crowd just arriving, sir!" But he withdrew quickly.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He looked at her, startled. With each remark the force of her dislike became more and more apparent. She had built up all her fear of life into one wall and faced it toward him. This trivial reproof was possibly the result of some trouble with the cook several hours before. Charlie became increasingly alarmed at leaving Honoria in this atmosphere of hostility against himself; sooner or later it would come out, in a word here, a shake of the head there, and some of that distrust would be irrevocably implanted in Honoria. But he pulled his temper down out of his face and shut it up inside him; he had won a point, for Lincoln realized the absurdity of Marion's remark, and asked her lightly since when she had objected to the word "damn."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He lunched with Lincoln Peters at Griffons, trying to keep down his exultation. "There's nothing quite like your own child," Lincoln said. "But you understand how Marion feels too." "She's forgotten how hard I worked for seven years there," Charlie said. "She just remembers one night." "There's another thing." Lincoln hesitated. "While you and Helen were tearing around Europe throwing money away, we were just getting along. I didn't touch any of the prosperity because I never got ahead enough to carry anything but my insurance. I think Marion felt there was some kind of injustice in it - you not even working toward the end, and getting richer and richer." "It went just as quick as it came," said Charlie.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He remembered thousand-franc notes given to an orchestra for playing a single number, hundred-franc notes tossed to a doorman for calling a cab. But it hadn't been given for nothing. It had been given, even the most wildly squandered sum, as an offering to destiny that he might not remember the things most worth remembering, the things that now he would always remember - his child taken from his control, his wife escaped to a grave in Vermont. In the glare of a brasserie, a woman spoke to him. He bought her some eggs and coffee, and then, eluding her encouraging stare, gave her a twenty franc note and took a taxi to his hotel.

Jonathan Edwards

He took not on him the nature of angels, but his delights were with the sons of men. He was not moved by any respect of advantage from men or because man was worthy that he should do this for, but it was their great unworthiness that both made it necessary that he should undertake and that moved God's pity.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He went back to his table. His whisky glass was empty, but he shook his head when Alix looked at it questioningly. There wasn't much he could do now except send Honoria some things; he would send her a lot of things tomorrow. He thought rather angrily that this was just money - he had given so many people money... "No, no more," he said to another waiter. "What do I owe you?"

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He went to the phone and called the Peters' apartment; Lincoln answered. "I called up because this thing is on my mind. Has Marion said anything definite?" "Marion's sick," Lincoln answered shortly. "I know this thing isn't altogether your fault, but I can't have her go to pieces about it. I'm afraid we'll have to let it slide for six months; I can't take the chance of working her up to this state again." "I see." "I'm sorry, Charlie."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He woke up feeling happy. The door of the world was open again. He made plans, vistas, futures for Honoria and himself, but suddenly he grew sad, remembering all the plans he and Helen had made. She had not planned to die. The present was the thing - work to do and someone to love. But not love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a son by attaching them too closely: afterward, out in the world, the child would seek in the marriage partner the same blind tenderness, and, failing probably to find it, turn against love and life.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He woke upon a fine fall day - football weather. The depression of yesterday was gone and he liked the people on the streets. At noon he sat opposite Honoria at Le Grand Vatel, the only restaurant he could think of not reminiscent of champagne dinners and long luncheons that began at two and ended in a blurred and vague twilight. "Now, how about vegetables? Oughtn't you to have some vegetables?" "Well, yes" "Here's epinards and chou-fleur and carrots and haricots." "I'd like chou-fleur."

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

He would come back some day; they couldn't make him pay forever. But he wanted his child, and nothing was much good now, beside that fact. He wasn't young any more, with a lot of nice thoughts and dreams to have by himself. He was absolutely sure Helen wouldn't have wanted him to be so alone.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

His first feeling was one of awe that he had actually, in his mature years, stolen a tricycle and pedaled Lorraine all over the Etoile between the small hours and dawn. In retrospect it was a nightmare. Locking out Helen didn't fit in with any other act of his life, but the tricycle incident did - it was one of many. How many weeks or months of dissipation to arrive at that condition of utter irresponsibility? He tried to picture how Lorraine had appeared to him then - very attractive; Helen was unhappy about it, though she said nothing. Yesterday, in the restaurant, Lorraine had seemed trite, blurred, worn away. He emphatically did not want to see her, and he was glad Alix had not given away hi hotel address. It was a relief to think, instead, of Honoria. to think of Sundays spent with her and of saying good morning to her and of knowing she was there in his house at night, drawing her breath in the darkness.

Letter to the Town of Providence, January 1655, on the Limits of Freedom, Roger Williams

I further add, that I never denied that, notwithstanding this liberty, the commander of this ship ought to command the ship's course, yet, and also command that justice, peace, and sobriety, be kept and practised, both among the seamen and all the passengers.

A Key into the Language of America, They See God's Wonders, Roger Williams

I have in Europe's ships, oft been In King of terror's hand; When all have cri'd, "Now, now we sink," Yet God brought safe to land.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Left alone, Charlie sat tense in his chair. In the next room he could hear the children eating, talking in monosyllables, already oblivious to the scene between their elders. He heard a murmur of conversation from a farther room and then the ticking bell of a telephone receiver picked up, and in a panic he moved to the other side of the room and out of earshot. In a minute Lincoln came back. "Look here, Charlie. I think we'd better call off dinner for tonight. Marion's in bad shape."

Letter to the Town of Providence, January 1655, on the Limits of Freedom, Roger Williams

If any of the seasmen refuse to perform their services, or passengers to pay their freight; if any refuse to help, in person or pursue, toward the common charges or defence; if any refuse to obey the common laws and orders of the ship, concerning their common peace or preservation; if any shall mutiny and rise up against their commanders and officers; if any should preach or write that there ought to be no commanders or officers, because all are equal to Christ, therefore no masters nor officers, no laws nor orders, nor corrections, nor punishments; I say, I never denied, but in such cases, whatever is pretended, the commander or commanders may judge, resist, compel, and punish such transgressors, according to their deserts and merits.

A Key into the Language of America, The Courteous Pagan, Roger Williams

If nature's sons both wild and tame, Humane and courteous be; How ill becomes it sons of God To want humanity?

Jonathan Edwards

It is also God only who works grace in the heart. he infuses a principle of life. A dead corpse can as soon infuse a principle of life into itself, as a dead soul to live of himself as God's second creation. He exerted a mighty power in creating man as body and soul at first, and he exerts as mighty a power in creating of him appears. The sinner can as soon create a world as he can renew himself unto holiness.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was another bright, crisp day. He called Lincoln Peters at the bank where he worked and asked if he could count on taking Honoria when he left for Prague. Lincoln agreed that there was no reason for delay. One thing - the legal guardianship, Marion wanted to retain that a while longer. She was upset by the whole matter, and it would oil things if she felt that the situation was still in her control for another year. Charlie agreed, wanting only the tangible, visible child. Then the question of a governess. Charles sat in a gloomy agency and talked to a cross Bearnaise and to a buxom Breton peasant, neither of whom he could have endured. There were others whom he would see tomorrow.

A Key into the Language of America, The Courteous Pagan, Roger Williams

Let none sing blessings to their souls, For that they courteous are: The wild barbarians with no more Than nature, go so far;

Charles

Main character of Babylon Revisited

Jonathan Edwards

Men cannot atone or purchase one for another. A pious and gracious father can't by his tears or prayers or obedience make any atonement for the sins of a child or purchase any grace for the child. Neither can one dear friend offer anything that is worthy to be accepted as a price for another friend. 'Tis Christ alone who is God, who can purchase remission of sins and salvation. Thus 'tis God who dose all that is done to purchase a sinner's salvation. That person himself who lays down the price is God.

Jonathan Edwards

Others, though they are told never so much of hell and of the uncertainty of life, are little or nothing concerned about it. Except God is pleased to do it, those who are now unawakened never will be awakened except God pleases. They intend to be awakened hereafter, but it is a great question whether they will be or no for they will not be 'til God is pleased to awaken them.

Jonathan Edwards

The Redeemer actually paid the ransom. 'Tis God only that gives the Redeemer, and the Redeemer is himself - is God - whom the Father gave and who gave himself. This he also did purely of himself. Though we read that he was sent by the Father and that he received commandment of the Father, yet the Father did not command him to undertake it.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

She hesitated. "I like it about the vaudeville, but not the toy store." "Why not?" "Well, you brought me this doll." She had it with her. "And I've got lots of things. And we're not rich any more, are we?" "We never were. But today you are to have anything you want." "All right," she agreed resignedly. When there had been her mother and a French nurse he had been inclined to be strict; now he extended himself, reached out for a new tolerance; he must be both parents to her and not shut any of her out of communication.

Jonathan Edwards

So 'tis God who makes men see the plague of their own hearts and makes them sensible that they can't be their own Savior. This imagination strongly possesses the hearts of most natural men that they must save themselves. God brings some off from it and makes them see what poor, miserable, wretched, blind, and naked creatures they are.

Jonathan Edwards

Some are chosen nations, others are reprobate nations. They live in utter darkness and go down to destruction. God is wholly arbitrary in this matter. He sends the gospel to what nations he pleases. We know that the gospel came forth first from the land of Canaan where Christ and his apostles dwelt. God has so ordered it that it reach quite to us who live on the opposite side of the globe, when many countries that are very near never were gospelized. All those parts of the world are at this day regions of darkness. Where God has any of his elect there he orders that the gospel shall come.

Jonathan Edwards

Some wonderful thing must be done if ever there is a way made, a door open, so that there should be any opportunity for the sinner's salvation. The majesty and honor of God and his holy law must be vindicated. And this can't be done without the offering of a price equivalent to the greatness of that which was injured, which is the majesty of God. Since the majesty of God is infinite, so an infinite price must be offered to satisfy for the injury done to that majesty, of which price God alone can be the author. Only he who is infinitely rich can afford an infinite price.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Somehow, an unwelcome encounter. They liked him because he was functioning, because he was serious; they wanted to see him, because he was stronger than they were now, because they wanted to draw a certain sustenance from his strength. At the Empire, Honoria proudly refused to sit upon her father's folded coat. She was already an individual with a code of her own, and Charlie was more and more absorbed by the desire of putting a little of himself into her before she crystallized utterly. It was hopeless to try to know her in so short a time. Between the acts they came upon Duncan and Lorraine in the lobby where the band was playing.

Letter to the Town of Providence, January 1655, on the Limits of Freedom, Roger Williams

upon which supposal I affirm, that all the liberty of conscience that ever I pleaded for, turns upon these two hinges-that none of the Papists, Protestants, Jews, or Turks, be forced to come to the ship's prayers or worship, nor compelled from their own particular prayers or worship, if they practise any.

A Key into the Language of America, The Courteous Pagan, Roger Williams

The courteous pagan shall condemn Uncourteous Englishmen, Who live like foxes, bears, and wolves, Or lion in his den.

Jonathan Edwards

The light of nature was not able to discover it. How could men by the light of nature know the incarnation and death of the Son of God and that his death and obedience should be accepted for sinners and that by believing in him we become partakers of his obedience and death?

Jonathan Edwards

The sinner can pay no such price for himself. If he offers thousands of lambs and ten thousands of rivers of all the dearest things he has in the world, he offers that which is not in his own right. Even if it were, it is nothing compared with an infinite price. He has no such tendency as retrieves the honor of God's majesty and authority. If he should offer his righteousness, he offers what he cannot, for that is the very thing that he lost by sin. If you could offer any, he gives no more than God's just due and his doing his duty at one time is far from satisfying for his not doing of it at another. And if he could offer more than was due, it would yet be infinitely less than the price required.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then, in the flatness that followed her outburst, she saw him plainly and she knew he had somehow arrived at control over the situation. Glancing at her husband, she found no help from him, and as abruptly as if it were a matter of no importance, she threw up the sponge. "Do what you like!" she cried, springing up from her chair. "She's your child. I'm not the person to stand in your way. I think if it were my child I'd rather see her-" She managed to check herself. "You two decide it. I can't stand this. I'm sick. I'm going to bed." She hurried from the room; after a moment Lincoln said: "This has been a hard day for her. You know how strongly she feels-" His voice was almost apologetic: "When a woman gets an idea in her head." "Of course."

Jonathan Edwards

There are two things supplied by the latter clause. First that God only can help them, and second, that he stands ready to help them though they are foolishly the means of their own destruction. But as we showed from the former clause, those who are destroyed destroy themselves. So now from the latter clause we intend by the help of God to speak from this.

Letter to the Town of Providence, January 1655, on the Limits of Freedom, Roger Williams

There goes many a ship to sea, with many hundred souls in one ship, whose weal and woe is common, and is a true picture of a commonwealth or a human combination or society. It hath fallen out sometimes that both Papists and Protestants, Jews, and Turks, may be embarked in one ship;

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

They both slid down another cascade of laughter. Anxious and at a loss, Charlie shook hands with them quickly and presented them to Lincoln and Marion. Marion nodded, scarcely speaking. She had drawn a back step toward the fire; her little girl stood beside her, and Marion put an arm about her shoulder. With growing annoyance at the intrusion, Charlie waited for them to explain themselves. After some concentration Duncan said: "We came to invite you out to dinner. Lorraine and I insist that all this shishi, cagy bsuiness 'bout your address got to stop."

A Key into the Language of America, They See God's Wonders, Roger Williams

They see God's wonders that are call'd Through dreadful seas to pass, In tearing winds and roaring seas, And calms as smooth as glass.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

They were waiting. Marion sat behind the coffee service in a dignified black dinner dress that just faintly suggesting mourning. Lincoln was walking up and down with the animation of one who had already been talking. They were as anxious as he was to get into the question. He opened it almost immediately:

Jonathan Edwards

Those sinners who are saved, it is God who saves them. This we shall show with respect to all the particulars of a sinner's salvation. Everything that is done from first to last in order of his being saved. 1. Tis God who does all that is done to purchase the sinner's salvation. The sinner was in such a condition that he could not be saved without a good deal being done to make way for his salvation. The sinner is fallen from God, is become a rebel against him, and is become subject to the curse of the immutable law of God.

Duncan; Lorraine

Two drunken past friends of Charles in Babylon Revisited

Lincoln

Uncle who supports Charles in Babylon Revisited

Jonathan Edwards

We have already explained this verse and have shown how the words come in. We shall only here observe that God in the words teaches Israel that they were the means of their destruction but they could not be the means of their own salvation. When they were well, they were able to destroy themselves, but when they are destroyed, they are not able to help themselves.

Contemplations, On My Dear Grandchild Simon Bradstreet Who Died on 16 November 1669 Being But a Month and One Day Old, Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House July 10th, 1666. Copied Out of a Loose Paper, To My Dear and Loving Husband, As Weary Pilgrim, Meditations Divine and Moral

What did Anne Bradstreet write?

Letter to the Town of Providence, January 1655, on the Limits of Freedom, They See God's Wonders, Boast Not Proud English, The Courteous Pagan

What did Roger Williams write?

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

When he arrived home alone he turned the key in the lock in wild anger. How could he know she would arrive an hour later alone, that there would be a snowstorm in which she wandered about in slippers, too confused to find a taxi? Then the aftermath, her escaping pneumonia by a miracle, and all the attendant horror. they were "reconciled," but that was the beginning of the end, and Marion, who had seen with her own eyes and who imagined it to be one of many scenes from her sister's martyrdom, never forgot. Going over it again brought Helen nearer, and in the white, soft light that steals upon half sleep near morning he found himself talking to her again. She said that he was perfectly right about Honoria and that she wanted Honoria to be with him. She said she was glad he was being good and doing better. She said a lot of other things - very friendly things - but she was in a swing in a white dress, and swinging faster and faster all the time, so that at the end he could not hear clearly all that she said.

Babylon Revisited, F. Scott Fitzgerald

When he went back into the salon Marion had not moved, only now her son was standing in the circle of her other arm. Lincoln was still swinging Honoria back and forth like a pendulum from side to side. "What an outrage!" Charlie broke out. "What an absolute outrage!" Neither of them answered. Charlie dropped into a armchair, picked up his drink, set it down again and said: "People I haven't seen for two years having the colossal nerve-"

Jonathan Edwards

When the condition of sinners was so helpless and desperate so that nothing else but such a Redeemer could possibly deliver him, God gave his Son. He from eternity entered into a covenant with him that he should redeem them, that he should take upon him their nature and become a servant in their stead and suffer for them. He was willing to part with him for this salvation. Him whom he loved infinitely, he gave to suffer reproach, pain, and cursed death for them.

Anne Bradstreet

Who wrote Contemplations?

Anne Bradstreet

Who wrote On My Dear Grandchild Simon Bradstreet Who Died on 16 November 1669 Being But a Month and One Day Old?