He glanced about him, cautiously at first, then with curiosity, then with pleasure, then with contempt.
It had high cheekbones over gaunt, hollow cheeks; gray eyes, cold and steady; a contemptuous mouth, shut tight, the mouth of an executioner or a saint.
The kindliness was so great that it made their love seem small and mean, because only something contemptible could evoke such immensity of compassion.
Roark’s eyes were not contemptuous; only a little wider than usual, attentive and puzzled.
He had had time to see her eyes; they seemed weary and a little contemptuous, but they left him with a sense of cold cruelty.
The comfort came from the contempt.
It would be much more interesting if you said that the Wynand papers are a contemptible dump heap of yellow journalism and all their writers put together aren’t worth two bits.
But the act of a master taking shameful, contemptuous possession of her was the kind of rapture she had wanted.
Dominique turned to Keating with a glance so gentle that it could mean nothing but contempt.
It was an act that could be performed in tenderness, as a seal of love, or in contempt, as a symbol of humiliation and conquest.
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She saw his mouth and the silent contempt in the shape of his mouth; the planes of his gaunt, hollow cheeks; the cold, pure brilliance of the eyes that had no trace of pity.
Francon saw two eyes looking at him with immense approval—and two bright little points of contempt in the corners of Keating’s mouth, like two musical notes of laughter visible the second before they were to be heard.
The too innocent, too trifling manner in which he repeated the name, with the faint, contemptuous question mark quite audible at the end, made Keating certain that Toohey knew the name well.
It gave him a strange, hard pleasure to watch his fight against it, and he could forget that it was his own suffering; he could smile in contempt, not realizing that he smiled at his own agony.
The boss you work for may have ideals, but he has to beg money and take orders from many contemptible people.
The Banner is a contemptible paper, isn’t it?
He has such a love for facts and such contempt for commentaries.
He remembered the indifferent calm of her insults to him—the utter contempt of insults delivered without anger.
Because your figures are more devoid of contempt for humanity than any work I’ve ever seen.
I suppose it’s because you have such contempt for me that nothing I say can make any difference.
You want—men do that sometimes, not women—to express through the sexual act your utter contempt for me.
Do you see the meaning of a quest for self-contempt?
They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love.
You’ve chosen me as the symbol of your contempt for men.
He realized that it could mean one of two things: either Wynand had surrendered respectfully to the prestige of his name—or Wynand considered him too contemptible to be worth restraining.
He felt only a furious contempt for himself, for Pat Mulligan, for all integrity; he felt shame when he thought of those whose victims he and Mulligan had been willing to become.
Only when you can feel contempt for your own priceless little ego, only then can you achieve the true, broad peace of selflessness, the merging of your spirit with the vast collective spirit of mankind.
She said it quite correctly; there was nothing offensive in the quiet politeness of her voice; but following his high note of enthusiasm, her voice struck a tone that seemed flat and deadly in its indifference—as if the two sounds mingled into an audible counterpoint around the melodic thread of her contempt.
"I’m ashamed of you, Mitch," Toohey repeated sternly, "for comparing yourself to a man as contemptible as Gail Wynand."
Fougler’s glance was contemptuous when turned to the others, but it relaxed for a moment of understanding when it rested on Toohey.
The smile was amused, astonished, involuntarily contemptuous.
They were flat, brown oxfords, offensively competent, too well shined on the muddy pavement, contemptuous of rain and of beauty.
Yet he did not seem to share her contempt for his papers.
I had not reached a degree of contempt for society such as would have permitted me to consider him dangerous.
It will be contempt, but it will come from her and it will be a bond.
In his youth he had felt an amicable contempt for the works of Guy Francon or Ralston Holcombe, and emulating them had seemed no more than innocent quackery.
Gail Wynand had explained, in a slow, contemptuous voice, that the Little Plug-Uglies, farther down the river, had tried the same stunt last week and had left six members in the hands of the cops, plus two in the cemetery; the job had to be done at daybreak, when no one would expect it.
He was helpful and dependable when they needed assistance with their lessons; he had a sharp wit and could ruin any child by the apt nickname he coined, the kind that hurt; he drew devastating cartoons on fences; he had all the earmarks of a sissy, but somehow he could not be classified as one; he had too much self-assurance and quiet, disturbingly wise contempt for everybody.
But this—this amused tolerance seemed to admit that romance was only human, one had to take it, like everybody else, it was a popular weakness of no great consequence—she was gratified as she would have been gratified by the same words from any other man—it was like that red-enamel Mexican on her lapel, a contemptuous concession to people’s demand of vanity.
Then he leaned forward, his mouth drawn thin in contempt: "Okay.
"Maybe," he muttered, "maybe it’s because it has never seemed right that you should have such contempt for his work.
He said, smiling: "And so, you came to me and said ’You’re the vilest person on earth—take me so that I’ll learn self-contempt.
Wynand stood in the middle of the room, saying: "All right, it was contemptible—the whole career of the Banner.
He thought: It’s the heart of this building, beating—what time is it?—do I really hear it or is it my own heart?—once, a doctor put the ends of his stethoscope into my ears and let me hear my own heartbeats—it sounded just like this—he said I was a healthy animal and good for many years—for many…years… "I have foisted upon my readers a contemptible blackguard whose spiritual stature is my only excuse.