And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass) or who had no glass at all, because he was at the back of the crowd and had failed to catch the barman's eye.
Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is there no longer, but only that shell of a person which is seen by other people - what an airless, shallow, bald, prominent world it becomes! a world not to be lived in. as we face each other in omnibuses and underground railways we are looking into the mirror that accounts for the vagueness, the gleam of glassiness, in our eyes.
There is no stability in this world. who is to say what meaning there is in anything? who is to foretell the flight of a word? it is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. to speak of knowledge is futile. all is experiment and adventure. we are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. what is to come? i know not. but, as i put down my glass i remember; i am engaged to be married. i am to dine with my friends tonight. i am bernard.
The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. the rockets came like drums, beating in the night. the rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.
I bring you this stately matron named christendom, returning bedraggled, besmirched, and dishonored from pirate raids in kiao-chow, manchuria, south africa, and the phillipines, with her soul full of meanness, her pocket full of boodle, and her mouth full of pious hypocrisies. Give her soap and a towel, but hide the looking-glass.
By the angel," jace said, looking the demon up and down. "i knew greater demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell." abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. "i'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from staten island?