The wide hall is so generous in its proportions that it made a perfect ballroom, its hardwood floor reflecting the charming pageant above its polished surface.
Most aggressively friendly of all was Babbitt, yet as he burbled he was reflecting, "I got through it, but for a while there I didn’t hardly think I’d last out."
"Poor kid, she hasn’t had much better time than I have," Babbitt reflected, standing in the dark sun-parlor.
He patted the water, and the reflected light capsized and leaped and volleyed.
As Babbitt marched into his private room, a coop with semi-partition of oak and frosted glass, at the back of the office, he reflected how hard it was to find employees who had his own faith that he was going to make sales.
Staring at a stain on the wall, reflecting that it resembled a shoe, and being bored by this twentieth discovery that it resembled a shoe.
VI As he rode back to the hotel Babbitt reflected, "Myra would have enjoyed all this social agony."
The fire was exactly correct and traditional; a small, quiet, steady fire, reflected by polished fire-irons.
He hunted through the medicine-cabinet for a packet of new razor-blades (reflecting, as invariably, "Be cheaper to buy one of these dinguses and strop your own blades,") and when he discovered the packet, behind the round box of bicarbonate of soda, he thought ill of his wife for putting it there and very well of himself for not saying "Damn."
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He was hotly reflecting that it would be humiliating to be rejected by this child, and dangerous to be accepted.
At the Nobby Men’s Wear Shop he took his left hand off the steering-wheel to touch his scarf, and thought well of himself as one who bought expensive ties "and could pay cash for ’em, too, by golly;" and at the United Cigar Store, with its crimson and gold alertness, he reflected, "Wonder if I need some cigars—idiot—plumb forgot—going t’ cut down my fool smoking."
He reflected that from the standpoint of the Rev. Dr. John Jennison Drew he was a wicked man, and from the standpoint of Miss Ida Putiak, an old bore who had to be endured as the penalty attached to eating a large dinner.
For the three-hundred-and-sixty-fifth time in a year he reflected, "No class to that tin shack.
He often reflected, "Nev’ forget how old Jake Offutt said a wise bird never goes love-making in his own office or his own home.
Yours sincerely, As he read and signed it, in his correct flowing business-college hand, Babbitt reflected, "Now that’s a good, strong letter, and clear’s a bell.
…as carefully as was Verona; he was crammed into the morning-coat he wore to teas thrice a year; and with a certain relief, after Verona and Kenneth had driven away in a limousine, he returned to the house, removed the morning coat, sat with his aching feet up on the davenport, and reflected that his wife and he could have the living-room to themselves now, and not have to listen to Verona and Kenneth worrying, in a cultured collegiate manner, about minimum wages and the Drama League.