They do not see what is not obvious, are unable to do the unexpected, are incapable of adjusting their well-grooved lives to other and strange grooves
Lady Lundie and I correspond on excellent terms; but we run in different grooves
, and we see each other as seldom as possible.
Only let him be tolerably well up in the Apothecary in Romeo and Juliet, with the slightest possible dab of red on the tip of his nose, and he'd be certain of three rounds the moment he put his head out of the practicable door in the front grooves
These scuttles then were protected against the shock of departure by plates let into solid grooves
, which could easily be opened outward by unscrewing them from the inside.
I saw three well-known trees; in front, the bark was worn smooth, as if by the breast of the animal, and on each side there were deep scratches, or rather grooves
, extending in an oblique line, nearly a yard in length.
We had a glimpse of the tower- ing multitude of trees, of the immense matted jungle, with the blazing little ball of the sun hanging over it-- all perfectly still--and then the white shutter came down again, smoothly, as if sliding in greased grooves
And now the dark-haired young man spoke to me, and it became evident that his mind also moved along its own set of grooves
His great chest was low to the ground, his head forward and down, while his feet were flying like mad, the claws scarring the hard-packed snow in parallel grooves
They placed the wheels in the two grooves
, and Meekins secured the carriage with a rope which he let run through his fingers.
The doors, besides, could be drawn close: they were of stout oak, and ran in grooves
, and were fitted with hooks to keep them either shut or open, as the need arose.
She had a little circular set of mental grooves
or rails on which she started little trains of other people's opinions, which never overtook one another, and never got anywhere.
No wonder his thoughts were still with his loom and his money when he made his journeys through the fields and the lanes to fetch and carry home his work, so that his steps never wandered to the hedge-banks and the lane-side in search of the once familiar herbs: these too belonged to the past, from which his life had shrunk away, like a rivulet that has sunk far down from the grassy fringe of its old breadth into a little shivering thread, that cuts a groove
for itself in the barren sand.