he Woodman seized his axe, and with one stroke cut the Serpent in two. "Ah," said he,
"No gratitude from the wicked."
The Bald Man and the Fly
There was once a Bald Man who sat down after work on a hot summer's day. A Fly came up and kept buzzing about his bald pate, and stinging him from time to time. The Man aimed a blow at his little enemy, but acks palm came on his head instead; again the Fly tormented him, but this time the Man was wiser and said:
"You will only injure yourself if you take notice of despicable enemies."
The Fox and the Stork
At one time the Fox and the Stork were on visiting terms and seemed very good friends. So the Fox invited the Stork to dinner, and for a joke put nothing before her but some soup in a very shallow dish. This the Fox could easily lap up, but the Stork could only wet the end of her long bill in it, and left the meal as hungry as when she began. "I am sorry," said the Fox, "the soup is not to your liking."
"Pray
m dare askand then answer the question we clones avoid like the plague, he doesso with relentless, laser-like precision. Read his book. Take your seatat the double-headed microscope and let Sam guide you through thedissection. Like a brain surgeon operating on himself, Sam explores andexposes the alien among us, hoping beyond hope for a respectable tumourbut finding instead each and every cell teaming with the same resistantvirus. The operation is long and tedious, and at times frightening andhard to believe. Read on. The parts exposed are as they are, despitewhat may seem hyperbolic or far-fetched. Their validity might not hithome until later, when coupled with memories of past events andexperiences.
I am, as I said, my own worst nightmare. True, the world is repletewith my contributions, and I am lots of fun to be around. And true,most contributions like mine are not the result of troubled souls. Butmany more than you might want to believe are. And if by chance you getcaught in my Web, I c
rnold upon the glorious "Lays," where he calls out "is this poetry?" after quoting--
"And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the Temples of his Gods?"
In trying to show that Macaulay had not the poetic sense he was really showing that he himself had not the dramatic sense. The baldness of the idea and of the language had evidently offended him. But this is exactly where the true merit lies. Macaulay is giving the rough, blunt words with which a simple-minded soldier appeals to two comrades to help him in a deed of valour. Any high-flown sentiment would have been absolutely out of character. The lines are, I think, taken with their context, admirable ballad poetry, and have just the dramatic quality and sense which a ballad poet must have. That opinion of Arnold's shook my faith in his judgment, and yet I would forgive a good deal to the man who wrote--
"One more charge and then be dumb, When the forts of Folly fall, May the victors when they c
y, to that persecution, as so many judgments of God to punish so heinous an offense, and exhorting a repeal of those uncharitable laws. The whole appeared to me as written with a good deal of decent plainness and manly freedom. The six concluding lines I remember, though I have forgotten the two first of the stanza; but the purport of them was, that his censures proceeded from good-will, and, therefore, he would be known to be the author.
"Because to be a libeller (says he) I hate it with my heart; From Sherburne town, where now I dwell My name I do put here; Without offense your real friend, It is Peter Folgier."
My elder brothers were all put apprentices to different trades. I was put to the grammar-school at eight years of age, my father intending to devote me, as the tithe of his sons, to the service of the Church. My early readiness in learning to read (which must have been very early, as I do not remember when I could not read), and the opinion of all his friends, that I should certainly m
uld this well have been otherwise. Cast in a mould peculiar to the finest physical examples of those Englishmen in whom the Saxon strain would seem not at all to partake of any Norman or other admixture, he showed in face that humane look of reposeful good nature which the Greek sculptor in some instances gave to his heroic strong man, Hercules. But this again was subtly modified by another and pervasive quality. The ear, small and shapely, the arch of the foot, the curve in mouth and nostril, even the indurated hand dyed to the orange-tawny of the toucan's bill, a hand telling alike of the halyards and tar-bucket; but, above all, something in the mobile expression, and every chance attitude and movement, something suggestive of a mother eminently favored by Love and the Graces; all this strangely indicated a lineage in direct contradiction to his lot. The mysteriousness here became less mysterious through a matter- of-fact elicited when Billy, at the capstan, was being formally mustered into the service. Ask
nder FUNCTIONS, asDINNERS, INVITATIONS, etc.
APPLES should be pared, cut into small pieces, andeaten with finders or forks.
ARCHBISHOP OF ANGLICAN CHURCH--HOW ADDRESSED.An official letter begins: My Lord Archbishop,may it please your Grace, and ends:I remain, My Lord Archbishop, your Grace'smost obedient servant.
A social letter begins: My dear LordArchbishop, and ends: I have the honor to remain,my dear Lord Archbishop.
The address on the envelop is: The MostReverend, His Grace the Archbishop of Kent.
ARCHBISHOP OF ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH--HOW ADDRESSED.An official or social letter begins:Most Reverend and Dear Sir, and ends: Ihave the honor to remain your humble servant.
The address on the envelope is: The MostReverend John J. Wilson, Archbishop of Kent.
ARTICHOKES are eaten with the fingers, taking off leafby leaf and dipping into the
ht be such as to strike very close to me or to my friends.
I wished that I might have found a point closer to the two men from which to have heard their conversation; but it was out of the question now to attempt to cross the river, and so I lay quietly watching them, who would have given so much to have known how close I lay to them, and how easily they might have overcome and killed me with their superior force.
Several times Thurid pointed across the river in my direction, but that his gestures had any reference to me I did not for a moment believe. Presently he and Matai Shang entered the latter's boat, which turned out into the river and, swinging round, forged steadily across in my direction.
As they advanced I moved my boat farther and farther in beneath the overhanging wall, but at last it became evident that their craft was holding the same course. The five paddlers sent the larger boat ahead at a speed that taxed my energies to equal.
Every instant I expected to feel my p
al stereotype, and all the history books have been altered to make it seem forever-so. I suppose it's an attempt to make things less confusing for children.
Of all the stories, the most inflated was the biography of Benjamin Franklin. I refused to believe that any one individual could be responsible for inventions ranging from the light-bulb to electricity to the concept of yellow. There had to be some distortion in there somewhere.
But as I sat alone in my bed, reading over all those great stories of all those great men, I couldn't help wonder... what were they like? How did they live? How close were they to the legends they inspired? The Founders- they had a whole mountain carved out in their image. What must a man do to earn that kind of respect?
A few hours later, I was back on Derry's doorstep. It was four in the morning. Getting her to answer the door was a challenge.
'Jesus, Jasie.' Her yawn was a roar. 'What do you want?'
'You were right.' I pushed into her flat with
r a man will pass through that condition in this present life, and realise holiness and heavenly rest here and now, will depend entirely upon the strength of his intellectual and spiritual exertions, and upon the intensity and ardour with which he searches for Truth.
Temptation, with all its attendant torments can be overcome here and now, but it can only be overcome by knowledge. It is a condition of darkness or of semi-darkness. The fully enlightened soul is proof against all temptation. When a man fully understands the source, nature, and meaning of temptation, in that hour he will conquer it, and will rest from his long travail; but whilst he remains in ignorance, attention to religious observances, and much praying and reading of Scripture will fail to bring him peace.
If a man goes out to conquer an enemy, knowing nothing of his enemy's strength, tactics, or place of ambush, he will not only ignominiously fail, but will speedily fall into the hands of the enemy. He who would overcome his e
'My spirit could not rest until it had lived with KÅnojÅ, whom it knew to be faithful. It has done this now, and is prepared to rest. My only desire is to see KÅnojÅ marry my sister.'
Hasunuma, his wife, and KÅnojÅ held a consultation. They were quite prepared that O Kei should marry, and KÅnojÅ did not object.
All things being settled, the ghost-girl held out her hand to KÅnojÅ saying:
'This is the last time you will touch the hand of O Ko. Farewell, my dear parents! Farewell to you all! I am about to pass away.'
Then she fainted away, and seemed dead, and remained thus for half an hour; while the others, overcome with the strange and weird things which they had seen and heard, sat round her, hardly uttering a word.
At the end of half an hour the body came to life, and standing up, said:
'Dear parents, have no more fear for me. I am perfectly well again; but I have no idea how I got down from my sick-room i
he Woodman seized his axe, and with one stroke cut the Serpent in two. "Ah," said he,
"No gratitude from the wicked."
The Bald Man and the Fly
There was once a Bald Man who sat down after work on a hot summer's day. A Fly came up and kept buzzing about his bald pate, and stinging him from time to time. The Man aimed a blow at his little enemy, but acks palm came on his head instead; again the Fly tormented him, but this time the Man was wiser and said:
"You will only injure yourself if you take notice of despicable enemies."
The Fox and the Stork
At one time the Fox and the Stork were on visiting terms and seemed very good friends. So the Fox invited the Stork to dinner, and for a joke put nothing before her but some soup in a very shallow dish. This the Fox could easily lap up, but the Stork could only wet the end of her long bill in it, and left the meal as hungry as when she began. "I am sorry," said the Fox, "the soup is not to your liking."
"Pray
m dare askand then answer the question we clones avoid like the plague, he doesso with relentless, laser-like precision. Read his book. Take your seatat the double-headed microscope and let Sam guide you through thedissection. Like a brain surgeon operating on himself, Sam explores andexposes the alien among us, hoping beyond hope for a respectable tumourbut finding instead each and every cell teaming with the same resistantvirus. The operation is long and tedious, and at times frightening andhard to believe. Read on. The parts exposed are as they are, despitewhat may seem hyperbolic or far-fetched. Their validity might not hithome until later, when coupled with memories of past events andexperiences.
I am, as I said, my own worst nightmare. True, the world is repletewith my contributions, and I am lots of fun to be around. And true,most contributions like mine are not the result of troubled souls. Butmany more than you might want to believe are. And if by chance you getcaught in my Web, I c
rnold upon the glorious "Lays," where he calls out "is this poetry?" after quoting--
"And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the Temples of his Gods?"
In trying to show that Macaulay had not the poetic sense he was really showing that he himself had not the dramatic sense. The baldness of the idea and of the language had evidently offended him. But this is exactly where the true merit lies. Macaulay is giving the rough, blunt words with which a simple-minded soldier appeals to two comrades to help him in a deed of valour. Any high-flown sentiment would have been absolutely out of character. The lines are, I think, taken with their context, admirable ballad poetry, and have just the dramatic quality and sense which a ballad poet must have. That opinion of Arnold's shook my faith in his judgment, and yet I would forgive a good deal to the man who wrote--
"One more charge and then be dumb, When the forts of Folly fall, May the victors when they c
y, to that persecution, as so many judgments of God to punish so heinous an offense, and exhorting a repeal of those uncharitable laws. The whole appeared to me as written with a good deal of decent plainness and manly freedom. The six concluding lines I remember, though I have forgotten the two first of the stanza; but the purport of them was, that his censures proceeded from good-will, and, therefore, he would be known to be the author.
"Because to be a libeller (says he) I hate it with my heart; From Sherburne town, where now I dwell My name I do put here; Without offense your real friend, It is Peter Folgier."
My elder brothers were all put apprentices to different trades. I was put to the grammar-school at eight years of age, my father intending to devote me, as the tithe of his sons, to the service of the Church. My early readiness in learning to read (which must have been very early, as I do not remember when I could not read), and the opinion of all his friends, that I should certainly m
uld this well have been otherwise. Cast in a mould peculiar to the finest physical examples of those Englishmen in whom the Saxon strain would seem not at all to partake of any Norman or other admixture, he showed in face that humane look of reposeful good nature which the Greek sculptor in some instances gave to his heroic strong man, Hercules. But this again was subtly modified by another and pervasive quality. The ear, small and shapely, the arch of the foot, the curve in mouth and nostril, even the indurated hand dyed to the orange-tawny of the toucan's bill, a hand telling alike of the halyards and tar-bucket; but, above all, something in the mobile expression, and every chance attitude and movement, something suggestive of a mother eminently favored by Love and the Graces; all this strangely indicated a lineage in direct contradiction to his lot. The mysteriousness here became less mysterious through a matter- of-fact elicited when Billy, at the capstan, was being formally mustered into the service. Ask
nder FUNCTIONS, asDINNERS, INVITATIONS, etc.
APPLES should be pared, cut into small pieces, andeaten with finders or forks.
ARCHBISHOP OF ANGLICAN CHURCH--HOW ADDRESSED.An official letter begins: My Lord Archbishop,may it please your Grace, and ends:I remain, My Lord Archbishop, your Grace'smost obedient servant.
A social letter begins: My dear LordArchbishop, and ends: I have the honor to remain,my dear Lord Archbishop.
The address on the envelop is: The MostReverend, His Grace the Archbishop of Kent.
ARCHBISHOP OF ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH--HOW ADDRESSED.An official or social letter begins:Most Reverend and Dear Sir, and ends: Ihave the honor to remain your humble servant.
The address on the envelope is: The MostReverend John J. Wilson, Archbishop of Kent.
ARTICHOKES are eaten with the fingers, taking off leafby leaf and dipping into the
ht be such as to strike very close to me or to my friends.
I wished that I might have found a point closer to the two men from which to have heard their conversation; but it was out of the question now to attempt to cross the river, and so I lay quietly watching them, who would have given so much to have known how close I lay to them, and how easily they might have overcome and killed me with their superior force.
Several times Thurid pointed across the river in my direction, but that his gestures had any reference to me I did not for a moment believe. Presently he and Matai Shang entered the latter's boat, which turned out into the river and, swinging round, forged steadily across in my direction.
As they advanced I moved my boat farther and farther in beneath the overhanging wall, but at last it became evident that their craft was holding the same course. The five paddlers sent the larger boat ahead at a speed that taxed my energies to equal.
Every instant I expected to feel my p
al stereotype, and all the history books have been altered to make it seem forever-so. I suppose it's an attempt to make things less confusing for children.
Of all the stories, the most inflated was the biography of Benjamin Franklin. I refused to believe that any one individual could be responsible for inventions ranging from the light-bulb to electricity to the concept of yellow. There had to be some distortion in there somewhere.
But as I sat alone in my bed, reading over all those great stories of all those great men, I couldn't help wonder... what were they like? How did they live? How close were they to the legends they inspired? The Founders- they had a whole mountain carved out in their image. What must a man do to earn that kind of respect?
A few hours later, I was back on Derry's doorstep. It was four in the morning. Getting her to answer the door was a challenge.
'Jesus, Jasie.' Her yawn was a roar. 'What do you want?'
'You were right.' I pushed into her flat with
r a man will pass through that condition in this present life, and realise holiness and heavenly rest here and now, will depend entirely upon the strength of his intellectual and spiritual exertions, and upon the intensity and ardour with which he searches for Truth.
Temptation, with all its attendant torments can be overcome here and now, but it can only be overcome by knowledge. It is a condition of darkness or of semi-darkness. The fully enlightened soul is proof against all temptation. When a man fully understands the source, nature, and meaning of temptation, in that hour he will conquer it, and will rest from his long travail; but whilst he remains in ignorance, attention to religious observances, and much praying and reading of Scripture will fail to bring him peace.
If a man goes out to conquer an enemy, knowing nothing of his enemy's strength, tactics, or place of ambush, he will not only ignominiously fail, but will speedily fall into the hands of the enemy. He who would overcome his e
'My spirit could not rest until it had lived with KÅnojÅ, whom it knew to be faithful. It has done this now, and is prepared to rest. My only desire is to see KÅnojÅ marry my sister.'
Hasunuma, his wife, and KÅnojÅ held a consultation. They were quite prepared that O Kei should marry, and KÅnojÅ did not object.
All things being settled, the ghost-girl held out her hand to KÅnojÅ saying:
'This is the last time you will touch the hand of O Ko. Farewell, my dear parents! Farewell to you all! I am about to pass away.'
Then she fainted away, and seemed dead, and remained thus for half an hour; while the others, overcome with the strange and weird things which they had seen and heard, sat round her, hardly uttering a word.
At the end of half an hour the body came to life, and standing up, said:
'Dear parents, have no more fear for me. I am perfectly well again; but I have no idea how I got down from my sick-room i