All 19 Uses of

recollect

in

All the King's Men

Then the Boss jerked a thumb at me, and said to his father, "You recollect Jack Burden, don't you?†
Chpt 1

…would turn loose their grip on the branch before long—not in any breeze, the fibers would just relax, in the middle of the day maybe with the sunshine bright and the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you've been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.†
Chpt 1

"Well, if I recollect right—" the Boss ruminatively turned the glass in his hands—"back in town, when we had our little talk, you sort of felt my boy Masters was all right."†
Chpt 1

"He's the head man," another fellow said, reverently, a little old squirt of a fellow with a bald knotty old head and a face he himself couldn't recollect from one time he looked in the mirror to the next, the sort of a fellow who hangs around and sits in a chair when the big boys leave one vacant and tries to buy his way into the game with a remark like the one he had just made.†
Chpt 2

"Name of Jeffers," Mr. Pillsbury said peevishly, as at an unpleasant recollection.†
Chpt 2

Then I recollected how he'd done right well in his law practice.
Chpt 2 *

recollected = remembered

Some ten years later the heir of Gilbert Mastern, recollecting that Jack Burden, with whom he had no personal acquaintance, was a student of history, or something of the sort, sent him the packet of letters, the account books, and the photograph, asking if he, Jack Burden, thought that the enclosures were of any "financial interest" since he, the heir, had heard that libraries sometimes would pay a "fair sum for old papers and antebellum relics and keepsakes" Jack Burden replied that…†
Chpt 4

So even in that moment, in the midst of the "darkness and trouble," the recollection intrudes into the journal of how that abundant, fair hair had slipped across his fingers.†
Chpt 4

I held her body close to me in a strong embrace, but we did not exchange a kiss, which upon recollection has since seemed strange.†
Chpt 4

I struck him without thought, and I recollect the surprise which visited me when I saw the blood on his chin and saw him draw a bowie from his shirt front.†
Chpt 4

"I wish you a good evening," the Scholarly Attorney said, and bowed to the man, then to the woman, with an inclination of the head which again twitched the old recollection in me of the room in the white house by the sea.†
Chpt 5

…have lied to me, of course—but I do not care—care why you want to know—it could not matter now—not to anyone—for they are all dead—Le Moyne Carruthers is dead—he was my friend—my dearest friend—but that was very long ago and I do not clearly recollect his face—and his daughter Mabel—I did what I could for her—even after her financial reverse she would have had enough to live decently—even in modest luxury—but no, she threw money away—always more—I loaned her a great deal at the…†
Chpt 5

Instead, I looked at the image which hung there in the glass like a recollection caught in the ice of the mind—you have seen, in winter in the clear ice of a frozen stream, some clean bright gold and red leaf embedded to make you think suddenly of the time when all the bright gold and red leaves had been on the trees like a party and the sunshine had poured down over them as though it would never stop.†
Chpt 6

But it wasn't a recollection, it was Anne Stanton herself, who stood there in the cool room of the looking glass, above the bar barricade of bright bottles and siphons across some distance of blue carpet, a girl—well, not exactly a girl anymore, a young woman about five-feet-four with the trimmest pair of nervous ankles and smallish hips which, however, looked as round as though they had been turned on a lathe, and a waist just the width to make you wonder if you could span it with…†
Chpt 6

It was not so much any one example, any one event, which I recollected which was important, but the flow, the texture of the events, for meaning is never in the event but in the motion through event.†
Chpt 7

And without invitation I drew open the screen door, and entered into the shadowy gracious coolness of the hall, like the perfect depth of time, where the mirrors and the great hurricane glasses glittered like ice, and my image was caught as noiselessly as velvet or recollection in all the reflecting surfaces.†
Chpt 8

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