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Daemon
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There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)
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There are two kinds of pedestrians... the quick and the dead.
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W. Somerset Maugham/Quotes

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

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Daemon wrote:
There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)



So true. Glenda’s daughter, Alexis, noticed it one day when her off-the-chart intelligent mom was talking to one of her male friends. Alexis goes, “Wow, you’re light years ahead of him. Seems like he’s standing still when he’s talking to you.” The main thing that made him so far behind, so dead, was his limited way of processing the world…his thoughts and actions all had to be sanctioned by how he understood his holy book. He had a good heart though, so Glenda continued to indulge him in conversation, at least until she felt he was dying because he was trying to suppress her thoughts too much. At which point, Glenda called it a night so she could move on. That way he could rest and possibly independently ponder her enlightened ideas.
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Context from : "Of Human Bondage"




Chapter LIV



Philip looked at the body. The arms and legs were so thin that there was no shape in them, and the ribs stood out so that the skin over them was tense. A man of about forty-five with a thin, gray beard, and on his skull scanty, colourless hair: the eyes were closed and the lower jaw sunken. Philip could not feel that this had ever been a man, and yet in the row of them there was something terrible and ghastly.

"I thought I'd start at two," said the young man who was dissecting with Philip.

"All right, I'll be here then."

He had bought the day before the case of instruments which was needful, and now he was given a locker. He looked at the boy who had accompanied him into the dissecting-room and saw that he was white.

"Make you feel rotten?" Philip asked him.

"I've never seen anyone dead before."

They walked along the corridor till they came to the entrance of the school. Philip remembered Fanny Price. She was the first dead person he had ever seen, and he remembered how strangely it had affected him. There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed. There was something horrible about the dead, and you could imagine that they might cast an evil influence on the living.


http://www.online-literature.com/maugham/of-human-bondage/54/

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Noun: archaic
(the quick)
those who are living:
"the quick and the dead"

One cannot measure into the void of death.
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