`No,' replied Owen. `I'm not using it.'
`Then I suppose I'll have to go down and get some. Is there anything I can bring up for you?'
`No, thanks,' replied Owen. Philpot marched boldly down to the scullery, which Crass had utilized as a paint-shop. Crass was there mixing some colour. `I want a bit of stopping,' Philpot said as he helped himself to some. `Is the b--r gorn?' whispered Crass. `I don't know,' replied Philpot.英文原著 · 《The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists》
The Bride of a God was one of the characters. The next novel is, at present, my favourite cigarette. The scene is partly in Greece, partly at the Parthian Court, about 80-60 B.C. Crassus is the villain. The heroine was an actress in one of the wandering Greek companies, splendid strollers, who played at the Indian and Asiatic Courts. The story ends with the representation of the "Bacchae," in Parthia. The head of Pentheus is carried by one of the Bacchae in that drama. Behold, it is not a mask, but THE HEAD OF CRASSUS, and thus conveys the first news of the Roman defeat.英文原著 · 《Adventures among Books》
When I consider Lorio, my mind is filled with an idea of the great satisfactions of a pleasant conversation. When I think of Crassus, my equipage, numerous servants, gay liveries, and various dresses, are opposed to the charms of his rival. In a word when I cast my eyes upon Lorio, I forget and despise fortune; when I behold Crassus, I think only of pleasing my vanity, and enjoying an uncontrolled expense in all the pleasures of life, except love." She paused here.英文原著 · 《Isaac Bickerstaff》
`As soon as I've got this bit of wall done, I'll wipe all the mess up with the swab.'
Crass now took a pot of paint and some brushes and, having put some more fuel on the fire, began in a leisurely way to paint some of the woodwork in the kitchen. Presently Bert came in. `I've finished there,' he said. `About time, too. You'll 'ave to look a bit livelier than you do, you know, or me and you will fall out.'
Bert did not answer. `Now I've got another job for yer. You're fond of drorin, ain't yer?' continued Crass in a jeering tone. `Yes, a little,' replied the boy, shamefacedly.英文原著 · 《The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists》
Just as he had made up his mind to tell them to stop the noise, it ceased of itself and he heard loud whispers:
`Look out! Someone's comin'.'
The house became very quiet. Crass put out his pipe and opened the window and the back door to get rid of the smell of the tobacco smoke. Then he shifted the pair of steps noisily, and proceeded to work more quickly than before. Most likely it was old Misery. He worked on for some time in silence, but no one came to the kitchen: whoever it was must have gone upstairs. Crass listened attentively. Who could it be?英文原著 · 《The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists》
Just fancy, the cheek of a rotter like Crass, trying to get Owen the sack! It would be more like it if Crass was to be sacked himself, so that Owen could be the foreman. One minute to ten. With a heavy heart Bert watched the clock. His legs were still aching very badly. He could not see the hands of the clock moving, but they were creeping on all the same. Now, the minute hand was over the edge of the number, and he began to deliberate whether he might not rest for another five minutes? But he had been such a long time already on his errand that he dismissed the thought.英文原著 · 《The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists》
To prolong it for commercial reasons would be crass and inorganic.美剧 · 《Bojack Horseman》