Цитаты из книги «Росс Полдарк», страница 6

Natural enough that in the old days men were sun worshippers; especially in England, where the sun was elusive and fitful and always welcome, in a land of mists and cloud and drifting rain.

Life seemed to be teaching him that the satisfaction of most appetites carried in them the seeds of frustration, that it was the common delusion of all men to imagine otherwise.

The acme of futility was to regret a pleasure that was past.

Ross finished his pacing and stared down at the sandy earth. The eternal enigma of the prospector faced him: whether this acre of ground held under its surface riches or frustration. Time and work and patience...

<...> fear and fascination are yokefellows, oxen out of step but pulling in the same direction <...>

A perverse spirit within him was glad that he was not to have the easy way of meeing the scurrilous gossip. Let them talk till their tongues dropped out.

Some women had minds like addle-gutters; if there was no stench they had to create one.

"Goodbye, my love. If there's nothing else, give me leave to keep the memory."

Mrs. Teague had not visited Nampara for nearly ten years and was so interested, she said, to see how Ross was managing for himself. Farming was such an engaging hobby, Mr. Teague had always said.

Sometimes, faced by Demelza's probing questions, Prudie felt as if she were in a trap. Prudie knew what was right and wrong, and Demelza did not. And it might be possible to teach some girls to behave themselves without taking care of your own behaviour, but Demelza was not one of them.