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Henry Wilcox: The poor are the poor, and one's sorry for them - but there it is.
Share thisAunt Juley: All the Schlegels are exceptional. They are British to the backbone, of course, but their father was German, which is why they care for literature and art.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: [speaking of Helen] She's got some sort of madness... as if she's mad!
Share thisHelen Schlegel: Did you see the dawn?
Leonard Bast: Yes. It suddenly got light.
Helen Schlegel: And was it wonderful?
Leonard Bast: No.
[girls giggle]
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: Unlike the Greek, England has no true mythology. All we have are witches and fairies.
Share thisHelen Schlegel: We're not odd, we're just over-expressive.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: I deny it's madness.
Henry Wilcox: But you said yourself...
Margaret Schlegel: It's madness when I say it, but not when you say it.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: Will you forgive her as you yourself have been forgiven... you have had a mistress; I forgave you. My sister has a lover, you drive her from the house. Why can you not be honest for once in your life? Why can't you say what Helen has done, I have done!
Share thisDolly Wilcox: [on Ruth's handwritten bequest of her house to Margaret] It's only in pencil! Pencil never counts.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: [speaking of Helen] I think she may be a little... touched.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: Mr. Wilcox, I am demented!
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Margaret Schlegel: What did Dolly mean about Howards End?
Henry Wilcox: Mmmm? My poor Ruth, during her last days, scribbled your name on a piece of paper. Knowing her not to be herself, I set it aside. Didn't do wrong, did I?
Share thisRuth Wilcox: My idea has always been that if we could bring the mothers of the various nations together, then there would be no more war.
Share thisMargaret Schlegel: I do wish you'd give us Howard's End.
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Margaret Schlegel: [reading letter] Dearest Meg, I'm having a glorious time. I like them all. They are the very happiest, jolliest family that you can imagine. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so - at least, Mr. Wilcox does. Oh Meg, should we ever learn to talk less.
[laughing]
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