force

'He has asked me. He is very kind...
There is a dark force in him,' replied Judith.

'It beats... like a black bell. I wonder you don't feel it.'
'Oh, well, we can't all be lucky,' said Flora.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 104
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pessimist

'Oh Cousin Judith, would you care to come
to London with me tomorrow?' asked Flora pleasantly.
'I want to do some shopping, and I hope to have lunch
with a very charming friends of mine Dr Müdel from Vienna.
Do come.'

Judith's bitter laugh shocked even the flies circling above her
head into silence. 'I am a dead woman,' she said simply.


-Cousin Judith . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 101
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love

Flora knew that intellectuals
thought proper - no, the only -
way to fall in love with somebody
was instantly.

-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 95
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cake

Mr Mybug fell off his chair, and swallowed
too much cake. No one noticed him.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 92
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help

No one had seen anything of Urk since he had gone
rushing out into the night carrying Meriam, the hired girl.
It was generally assumed that he had drowned her and
then himself. Who cared anyway?

-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg.88
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theater

She felt as though she were at some awful
modern play that goes on for hours and hours.

-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 85
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english

Elfin is rescued. From no on her life will be normal.
She will have children, and they will be pleasant,
ordinary English people who have poetry in their
secret souls. That is as it should be.

-Floar Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 76
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choices

It was dreadful having no choice except Seth
or Mr Mbug, but Sussex was like that.

-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 60
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reality

After all many of our best minds have had the
same weakness. But it meant that everything
Mr Mybug saw reminded him of sex - the hill,
the trees, the flowers. He pointed them all out,
and asked Flora what she thought. She found it
difficult to reply, because she was not interested.
He then remarked how strange it was that young
Englishwomen were so cold. How important is was
to be free and natural! Just to throw off your clothes
if you feel like it! To give way to your desires!
So delicious! So simple! So real!

-Mr Mybug. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 57
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moody

'I warn you,' he added, 'I'm a strange, moody creature.
Nobody likes me, but there's something in me
if you care to dig for it.'

-Mr Mybug . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 49
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sex

She now had a dreadful choice to make.
If she said she loved walking, Mr Mybug
would take her out all day in the rain while
he talked about sex, and if she said that she
only quite like it, he would make her sit on
wet grass, while he tried to kiss her. And if
she said she hated it, he would make her
sit in some awful tea-room while
he talked more about sex.

-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg. 48
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souls

Hullo Flora Poste. Do you believe
that women have souls?

-Mr Mybug . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 46
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good-book

Deborah Checkbottom tried once to get up and preach.
But she couldn't. I knew there'd been a mistake, and
the spirit meant for me had fallen on Deborah. So I
just hit her with the Lord's good book, to let the devil
out of her soul.

-Amos. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg.41
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hellfire

They'll all burn in Hell, and I mun
surely tell'em so.

-Amos . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 40
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untidy

Nature is all right in many ways, but
must not be allowed to make things untidy.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 31
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open-toed

In another year it will be too late,
because even if she escapes from
this place, she will only go on to open
a cafe in some seaside town, and try
to look artistic in long flowery skirts
and open-toed shoes.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg 28
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names

I think if I find Cousin Judith has any sons
who are named Seth, or Reuben, I shall
decide not to go. Highly sexed young men
on farms are always called Seth or Reuben
and are such a nuisance. Her husband will
probably be called Amos.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg. 7
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men

Don't be silly. You know perfectly well
we must have some men to go with.

-Mrs. Smiling . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg. 7
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hell

My idea of Hell is a very large party
in a cold room, where everybody has to
play a game with great enthusiasm.

-Flora Poste . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg. 6
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sussex

"Sussex," murmured Mrs.Smiling, 'I don't much like the
sound of that. Do they live on a dreadfully muddy farm?'

-Mrs. Smiling . Cold Comfort Farm. Pg.6
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