20 tyrannosauruses on 20 mountaintops
Monday, January 28, 2008
You dear! You lovely dear!
'You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.'
Sometimes, in a playful mood, old Doctor Reefy took from his pockets a handful of the paper balls and threw them at the nursery man. 'This is to confound you, you blithering old sentimentalist,' he cried, shaking with laughter.
'Feed me what you wish for that,' he said laughing. 'Use up food that you wouldn't otherwise sell. It makes no difference to me. I am a man of distinction, you see. Why should I concern myself with what I eat.'
'Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified. That's what I want to say. Don't forget that. Whatever happens, don't you dare let yourself forget.'
Her desire had grown vague. She did not want Ned Currie or any other man. She wanted to be loved, to have something answer the call that was growing louder and louder within her.
He said that Helen White was a flame dancing in the air and that he was a little tree without leaves standing out sharply against the sky. Then he said that she was a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman.
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Sometimes, in a playful mood, old Doctor Reefy took from his pockets a handful of the paper balls and threw them at the nursery man. 'This is to confound you, you blithering old sentimentalist,' he cried, shaking with laughter.
'Feed me what you wish for that,' he said laughing. 'Use up food that you wouldn't otherwise sell. It makes no difference to me. I am a man of distinction, you see. Why should I concern myself with what I eat.'
'Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified. That's what I want to say. Don't forget that. Whatever happens, don't you dare let yourself forget.'
Her desire had grown vague. She did not want Ned Currie or any other man. She wanted to be loved, to have something answer the call that was growing louder and louder within her.
He said that Helen White was a flame dancing in the air and that he was a little tree without leaves standing out sharply against the sky. Then he said that she was a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman.
Winesburg, Ohio
Sherwood Anderson
Sherwood Anderson
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Presumably
"Has a household serf of yours absconded, then?"
"A household serf of mine? As though even a household serf would perpetrate such a crime as the present one! No, indeed! It is my nose that has absconded from me."
"Gospodin Nossov, Gospoding Nosov? Indeed a strange name, that! Then has this Gospodin Nossov robbed you of some money?"
"I said nose, not Nossov. You are making a mistake. There has disappeared, goodness knows wither, my nose, my own actual nose. Presumably it is trying to make a fool of me."
"The Nose"
Nikolay Gogol
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"A household serf of mine? As though even a household serf would perpetrate such a crime as the present one! No, indeed! It is my nose that has absconded from me."
"Gospodin Nossov, Gospoding Nosov? Indeed a strange name, that! Then has this Gospodin Nossov robbed you of some money?"
"I said nose, not Nossov. You are making a mistake. There has disappeared, goodness knows wither, my nose, my own actual nose. Presumably it is trying to make a fool of me."
"The Nose"
Nikolay Gogol
