I suppose you don't know anything about a piece of two-by-four, either ; ;

`` I suppose '', he muttered, `` I can sell the outfit for enough to send you home to your folks, once we find a settlement ''.

I suppose a Lascar sailor had sneaked a cigarette in the hold and touched off the blaze.

I don't suppose a wife should be grateful to her husband for saving her life, but I am.

I suppose the reason is a kind of wishful thinking: don't talk about the final stages of Reconstruction and they will take care of themselves.

`` I suppose because it saves them some loss of body water.

In the work of every artist, I suppose, there may be found one or more moments which strike the student as absolutely decisive, ultimately emblematic of what it is all about ; ;

One of the obvious conclusions we can make on the basis of the last election, I suppose, is that we, the majority, were dissatisfied with Eisenhower conservatism.

I suppose we might classify Billy Graham as an old liberal.

There is no necessity, I suppose, to assert that Mr. Faulkner is Southern.

I do not suppose you ever heard of F. Scott Fitzgerald, living or dead, and moreover I do not suppose that, even if you had, his legend would have seemed to you to warrant more than a cluck of disapproval.

To you, for instance, the word innocence, in this connotation, probably retained its Biblical, or should I say technical sense, and therefore I suppose I must make myself quite clear by saying that I lost -- or rather handed over -- what you would have considered to be my innocence two weeks before I was legally entitled, and in fact by oath required, to hand it over along with what other goods and bads I had.

In The Publick Spirit of the Whigs, it may be noted, Swift himself contemptuously dismissed Steele's reference to his friend at court: `` I suppose by the Style of old Friend, and the like, it must be some Body there of his own Level ; ;

I suppose the same emotion holds, if to a lesser degree, with any famous monument.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

I felt strongly attached to the hall, however, and hardly a day passed when I did not go to look at it from a distance.

The arrangement I had with him was to work four hours a day.

I quit work at my usual hour as if this day was no different from other days.

My curiosity was sharpened a day or two before the interview by a conversation I had with a well-informed teacher of literature, a Jesuit father, at a conference on religious drama near Paris.

I saw a piece the other day assailing William Buckley, author of Man And God at Yale and publisher of The National Review, as no conservative at all, but an old liberal.

I had had difficulties from the very first day.

I worked for a day on this plainly ridiculous assignment and consulted several of my own well-informed sources.

One day I tired of following the Hetman's advice of `` shadowing '' and of the `` ring-around-the-rosie '' approach to a report that Enrico Caruso had pinched a lady's hip while visiting the Central Park monkey house.

I remember one day when Mr. Hearst ( and I never knew why he liked me, either ) sent the Hetman a telegram: `` Please find some more reporters like that young man from Denver ''.

No matter how large the fire, I couldn't seem to shake off the chill that day.

I've had a trying day and I just can't make it out again '', I told them.

I asked one day what he was doing.

But one day came the voice of a man I had known when he was a boy, and I later remembered that this boy, thirty years before, had struck me as coming to no good.

Those famous lines of the Greek Anthology with which a fading beauty dedicates her mirror at the shrine of a goddess reveal a wise attitude: `` Venus, take my votive glass, Since I am not what I was, What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see ''.

And so the young minister resigned, to go and study and pray, having never passed a day, he told his parishioners, when `` I did not gain from you far more than I ever gave to you ''.

As a business man I have to use the telephone constantly, from three to four hours a day.

`` I won't force Beth to come against her will.

`` Damned if I will.

How far I knew will shortly become apparent.

I worked for my Uncle ( an Uncle by marriage so you will not think this has a mild undercurrent of incest ) who ran one of those antique shops in New Orleans' Vieux Carre, the old French Quarter.

If I even hint at it do you think it will matter that you are his nephew -- and not even a blood nephew ''??

`` I don't want to be thrown out and I don't think I will.

When I show up he will know you are a good wife to have told him about it ''.

And I will greatly appreciate it if you will not tell your husband.

`` If you will pardon, I think it would be better if not.

`` I will give Mr. Roy his due for this dive.

I will make him distributor for all of Florida -- a big market.

His heart was pounding like a mighty dynamo and he was trying to think, his mind seeming to scream at him like a hurt or frightened child, `` How will I do it??

The design is determined emotionally: `` I must reach into myself for the spring that will send me catapulting recklessly into the chaos of event with which the dance confronts me ''.

`` What I am saying does not mean that there will henceforth be no form in art.

I will assume that we are all aware of the continuing struggle, with its limited and precarious success, toward conservatism.

I will mention two volumes of specific comment on this malaise that appeared last year.

I will reserve discussion of it for a moment, however, to return to President Kennedy.

Hence the prime issue, as I see it, is whether a democratic or free society can master technology for the benefit of mankind, or whether technology will rule and develop its own society compatible with its own needs as a force of nature.

Then, after overtures to accept a settlement and go through with a divorce, Miriam gave a ghastly echo of Mrs. Micawber by suddenly stating, `` I will never leave Mr. Wright ''.

Miriam said that she must be assured that `` that other woman, Olga, will not be in luxury while I am scraping along ''.

For pride's sake, I will not say that the coy and leering vade mecum of those verses insinuated itself into my soul.