Venus and Cupid

'Find a voice, David. What about that letter you were speaking of at breakfast?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh!' said I, taking it out of my pocket. 'It's from my aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'And what does she say, requiring consideration?' ¡¡¡¡'Why, she reminds me, Steerforth,' said I, 'that I came out on this expedition to look about me, and to think a little.' ¡¡¡¡'Which, of course, you have done?' ¡¡¡¡'Indeed I can't say I have, particularly. To tell you the truth, I am afraid I have forgotten it.' ¡¡¡¡'Well! look about you now, and make up for your negligence,' said Steerforth.
Look to the right, and you'll see a flat country, with a good deal of marsh in it; look to the left, and you'll see the same. Look to the front, and you'll find no difference; look to the rear, and there it is still.' I laughed, and replied that I saw no suitable profession in the whole prospect; which was perhaps to be attributed to its flatness.

Venus and Cupid

There was a twitch of Miss Betsey's head, after each of these sentences, as if her own old wrongs were working within her, and she repressed any plainer reference to them by strong constraint. So my mother suspected, at least, as she observed her by the low glimmer of the fire: too much scared by Miss Betsey, too uneasy in herself, and too subdued and bewildered altogether, to observe anything very clearly, or to know what to say. ¡¡¡¡'And was David good to you, child?' asked Miss Betsey, when she had been silent for a little while, and these motions of her head had gradually ceased. 'Were you comfortable together?' ¡¡¡¡'We were very happy,'
Copperfield was only too good to me.' ¡¡¡¡'What, he spoilt you, I suppose?' returned Miss Betsey. ¡¡¡¡'For being quite alone and dependent on myself in this rough world again, yes, I fear he did indeed,' sobbed my mother. ¡¡¡¡'Well! Don't cry!' said Miss Betsey. 'You were not equally matched, child - if any two people can be equally matched - and so I asked the question. You were an orphan, weren't you?' 'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡'And a governess?'

Venus and Cupid

Slowly he rose again. Like an automaton, he hoisted his father's body over hisshoulder and stumbled toward one of the last remaining shuttles. Luke rested his father on the ground, trying to collect strength one last time, asexplosions grew louder all around them. Sparks hissed in the rafters; one of thewalls buckled, and smoke poured through a gaping fissure. The floor shook. Vader motioned Luke closer to him. "Luke, help me take this mask off." Luke shook his head. "You'll die." The Dark Lord's voice was weary. "Nothing can stop that now. Just once letme face you without it. Let me look on you with my own eyes." Luke was afraid. Afraid to see his father as he really was. Afraid to see whatperson could have become so dark—the same person who'd fathered Luke, and Leia.Afraid to know the Anakin Skywalker who lived inside Darth Vader.