"If I do not conceal myself, he may be reminded to write something disagreeable about my lack of a crest or my appetite for scrap- iron; and although he is inexpressibly brilliant when he devotes himself to censure of folly and
greed, his dulness is matchless when he transcends the limits of legitimate comment."
The small grey eyes blinked, the lips moved, with
greed;
greed was the ruling passion; and though there was some good nature, some genuine kindliness, a true human touch, in the old toper, his
greed was now so set afire by hope, that all other traits of character lay dormant.
At this news I became almost beside myself with joy and
greed, and I flung my arms round the neck of the dervish, exclaiming: "Good dervish, I see plainly that the riches of this world are nothing to you, therefore of what use is the knowledge of this treasure to you?
Upon getting back to the car, he found it burdened with the quartz-blocks that Joe's
greed had heaped in it.
To be happy in gazing: with dead will, free from the grip and
greed of selfishness--cold and ashy-grey all over, but with intoxicated moon-eyes!
How few, in this cold age of
greed, Do good, except on selfish grounds!
A scale of taxes on imports, designed to protect the domestic producer against the
greed of his consumer.
In his truthful simple soul, not even the growing
greed and worship of gold could beget any vice directly injurious to others.
He hated the shams and the hypocrisies of it and with the clear vision of an unspoiled mind he had penetrated to the rotten core of the heart of the thing--the cowardly
greed for peace and ease and the safe-guarding of property rights.
I felt so good, that somehow, somewhere, in me arose an insatiable
greed to feel better.
In the interview at the Bank, Raffles had made it evident that his eagerness to torment was almost as strong in him as any other
greed. He had frankly said that he had turned out of the way to come to Middlemarch, just to look about him and see whether the neighborhood would suit him to live in.
After that his
greed for this axe entered into Umslopogaas more and more, till at length he scarcely could sleep for thinking of it, and to Galazi he spoke of little else, wearying him much with his talk, for Galazi loved silence.