Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with greater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices?
Anthony Trollope, The Prime Minister
Delicious haunt of salubrity! Isn’t the English language absolutely amazing? The depths of sarcasm in that one tiny turn of phrase are exotically pleasing.
What a joy to be reading such stellar prose.
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I know Trollope didn’t write “grater ease”. I’m sure it’s an innocent typo.
It sounds like a cheese accessory.
And yes. Pre-1920 prose is a different world: I’m reading Belloc to preserve sanity between bouts of copyediting. It’s like taking a shower before mucking out the next stable.
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I copy pasted from the Internet. Serves me right. Thank you for spotting.
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