A Room with a View - E. M. Forster [0]
From the pages of A Room with a View
Title Page
Copyright Page
E. M. Forster
The World of E. M. Forster and A Room with a View
Introduction
PART I
Chapter 1 - THE BERTOLINI
Chapter 2 - IN SANTA CROCE WITH NO BAEDEKER
Chapter 3 - MUSIC, VIOLETS, AND THE LETTER “S”
Chapter 4 - FOURTH CHAPTER
Chapter 5 - POSSIBILITIES OF A PLEASANT OUTING
Chapter 6 - THE REVEREND ARTHUR BEEBE, THE REVEREND CUTHBERT EAGER, MR. ...
Chapter 7 - THEY RETURN
PART II
Chapter 8 - MEDIAEVAL
Chapter 9 - LUCY AS A WORK OF ART
Chapter 10 - CECIL AS A HUMOURIST
Chapter 11 - IN MRS. VYSE’S WELL-APPOINTED FLAT
Chapter 12 - TWELFTH CHAPTER
Chapter 13 - HOW MISS BARTLETT’S BOILER WAS SO TIRESOME
Chapter 14 - HOW LUCY FACED THE EXTERNAL SITUATION BRAVELY
Chapter 15 - THE DISASTER WITHIN
Chapter 16 - LYING TO GEORGE
Chapter 17 - LYING TO CECIL
Chapter 18 - LYING TO MR. BEEBE, MRS. HONEYCHURCH, FREDDY, AND THE SERVANTS
Chapter 19 - LYING TO MR. EMERSON
Chapter 20 - THE END OF THE MIDDLE AGES
Endnotes
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A Room with a View
“Women like looking at a view; men don’t.”
(page 9)
“I am, as it were,” she concluded, “the chaperon of my young cousin, Lucy, and it would be a serious thing if I put her under an obligation to people of whom we know nothing.”
(page 12)
This she might not attempt. It was unladylike. Why? Why were most big things unladylike?
(page 41)
The well-known world had broken up, and there emerged Florence, a magic city where people thought and did the most extraordinary things. Murder, accusations of murder, a lady clinging to one man and being rude to another—were these the daily incidents of her streets?
(page 55)
He longed to hint to her that not here lay her vocation; that a woman’s power and charm reside in mystery, not in muscular rant. But possibly rant is a sign of vitality: it mars the beautiful creature, but shows that she is alive.
(page 97)
“He will work off his crudities in time. I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.”
(page 137)
Honest orthodoxy Cecil respected, but he always assumed that honesty is the result of a spiritual crisis; he could not imagine it was a natural birthright, that might grow heavenward like the flowers. All that he said on this subject pained her, though he exuded tolerance from every pore; somehow the Emersons were different.
(page 144)
“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm—yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”
(page 145)
“All modern books are bad,” said Cecil, who was annoyed at her inattention, and vented his annoyance on literature. “Every one writes for money in these days.”
(page 151)
“Isn’t romance capricious! I never notice it in you young people; you do nothing but play lawn tennis, and say that romance is dead, while the Miss Alans are struggling with all the weapons of propriety against the terrible thing. ‘A really comfortable pension at Constantinople!’ So they call it out of decency, but in their hearts they want a pension with magic windows opening on the foam of perilous seas in fairyland forlorn!”
(page 169)
“I want more independence,” said Lucy lamely; she knew that she wanted something, and independence is a useful cry; we can always say that we have not got it.
(page 184)
“Take an old man’s word; there’s nothing worse than a muddle in all the world. It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror—on the things that I might have avoided.”
(page 191)
“We fight for more than Love or Pleasure; there is Truth. Truth counts. Truth does count.”
(page 194)
Ah! it was worth while; it was the great joy that they had expected, and countless little joys of which