Despite the indifference to the affairs of the world he had expressed to Pierre, he diligently followed all that went on, received many books, and to his surprise noticed that when he or his father had visitors from Petersburg, the very
vortex of life, these people lagged behind himself- who never left the country- in knowledge of what was happening in home and foreign affairs.
She warns us to look out for the back-wash of the bad
vortex in which (her beam shows it) she is even now reeling.
The legislative department is everywhere extending the sphere of its activity, and drawing all power into its impetuous
vortex.
Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a
vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer.
Was there no life at all, then, outside this little
vortex into which at her bidding he had plunged?
An hour later the form of Janette Harford, invisible in the darkness and spray, was torn from my grasp by the cruel
vortex of the sinking ship, and I fainted in the cordage of the floating mast to which I had lashed myself.
If he had been stunned and shocked before, his horror was increased a thousandfold when he got into this
vortex of the riot, and not being an actor in the terrible spectacle, had it all before his eyes.
Autumn is coming--already it is mellowing the leaves; and, as I sit brooding in this melancholy little town (and how melancholy the little towns of Germany can be!), I find myself taking no thought for the future, but living under the influence of passing moods, and of my recollections of the tempest which recently drew me into its
vortex, and then cast me out again.
Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and `fall into a
vortex', as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.
"Work being slack at present at Devil's Ford, I reck'ned I'd take a pasear down to 'Frisco, and dip into the
vortex o' fash'nable society and out again." He lightly waved a new handkerchief to illustrate his swallow-like intrusion.
The whole body of the river was compressed into a space of less than thirty feet in width, between two ledges of rocks, upwards of two hundred feet high, and formed a whirling and tumultuous
vortex, so frightfully agitated as to receive the name of "The Caldron Linn." Beyond this fearful abyss, the river kept raging and roaring on, until lost to sight among impending precipices.
Of course, some of those already drawn into the
vortex noticed the effect on individuals.