Thursday, November 25, 2010
Not a Bad Sort of Life
Anthony Trollope (1815-1882), Phineas Finn, Volume I, Chapter XVII:
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"And where is Chiltern now?" said Phineas.
"Down in Northamptonshire, staying at some inn from whence he hunts. He tells me that he is quite alone,—that he never dines out, never has any one to dine with him, that he hunts five or six days a week,—and reads at night."
"That is not a bad sort of life."
