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1. The cat sat bolt upright on the seat opposite ours,
staring out the window, pretending not to eaves
drop on our conversation.
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2. Gradually there appeared out of the mists shapes
more visible perhaps to the imagination than
the sight: magic castles rising from the foam
the ruined but majestic walls of ancient temples.
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3. It would require more than unsuitably clad,
garrulous crowds to rob the Valley of the Kings
of its grandeur.
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4. The clouds on Emerson's noble brow cleared.
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5. You are the bravest little woman I know, Amelia,
and that stiff upper lip of yours is a credit to the
whole British nation.
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6. Years had passed since I last beheld the plain of
Amarna, yet in eternal Egypt a decade is no more
than the blink of an eye.
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1. Any artefact made of or covered with gold could start the gossip mills grinding and lead to the usual exaggeration.
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1. I passed a crocodile of choir boys, in starched collars and peculiar caps, on their way to Tom Gate.
2. All undergraduates and graduates and wives and
tradespeople walked that unmistakable English
church-going pace which eschewed equally both
haste and idle sauntering,
3. Criss-cross about the world he travelled with
them, waxing in wickedness like a Hogarthian
page boy.
4. She was entrancing, with that fragile beauty
which in extreme youth sings out for love and
withers at the first cold wind.
5. I went there full of curiosity and the faint, unre
cognised apprehension that here, at last, I should
find that low door in the wall, which opened on
an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was
somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in
the heart of that grey city.
6. Long hours of work in her youth, authority in
middle life, repose and security in her age, had
set their stamp on her lined and serene face.
7. Here was planted the seed of what would become
his life's harvest.
8. A nightmare distorted the images of the evening
into horrific shapes.
9. Everything was black and dead-still in the quad
rangle; only at the quarter-hours the bells awoke
and sang over the gables.
10. He could tell her nothing new of the wonders of his presentation and knighthood; and his civilities were worn out like his information.
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The Great Spirit is in all things; he is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the earth is our Mother. She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us.
The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that. The hawk swoops down on his prey; so does the Indian. In his lament he is like an animal. For instance, the coyote is sly; so is the Indian. The eagle is the same. That is why the Indian is always feathered up; he is a relative to the wings of the air.
You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. The sky is round. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where the Power moves.
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1. Some literary works rise above neat distinctions
of genre to carve out new riverbeds.
2. I insist on the freedom, on my own right to
browse at will among the basic texts that are the
inheritance of centuries be they those of St.
Augustine, Pascal, or Blake.
3. Blake grieved over the fate of the human soul,
a divine spark fallen into matter and hungering
for an otherworldly home in the Kingdom of Light.
4. To himself, born in the Year of the Judgement,
Blake assigned a providential mission, that of
a knight, who, armed with pen, graving tool,
and brush, would deal the dragon of the lie a
mortal wound.
5. If a ever a phantom-city had its own history, a
city of street lamps in the /og, o/ sobs in the dork,
of slinking prostitutes, of drunkards, of people
reeling from hunger then the London of Blake's
poetry has pride of place, ahead of Dickens's
London, ahead of Balzac's Paris, of Gogol's and
Dostoevsky 's St. Petersburg.
6. By Blake, Eternity, measurable in clock seconds,
trails endlessly into oblivion and reaches indefi
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7. To be free is to refute the false eternity (an endless
succession of moments lapsing into nothingness)
and false infinity (illusory space, indefinite dura
tion), and to know true eternity and true infinity
as the eternal Now.
8. The Sky is an immortal Tent built by God; and
every space that a Man views around his dwelling-
place is his Universe on the verge of which the
Sun rises and sets.
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Work Suspended
With the first false alarm of the air-raid sirens in 1939 started the second World War, and an epoch, my epoch, came to an end. Beavers bred in captivity, inhabiting a concrete pool, will, if given the timber, fatuously go through all the motions of damming and ancestral stream. So I and my friends busied ourselves with our privacies
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and intimacies. The new life came. Neither book the last of my old life, the first of my new was ever finished. My friends were dispersed. Lucy moved back to her aunt's. Roger rose from department to department in the office of Political Warfare. Basil sought and found a series of irregular adventures.
I met Atwater several times in the course of the war the Good-scout of the officer's club, the Underdog in the transitcamp, the Dreamer lecturing troops about post-war conditions. He was reunited, it seemed, with all his legendary lost friends, he prospered and the Good-scout predominated. Today, I believe, he holds sway over a large area of Germany. No one of my close acquaintances was killed, but all our lives, as we constructed them, quietly came to an end. Our story, like my novel, remained unfinished a heap of neglected foolscap at the back of a drawer.
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1. BUILD YOUR NEST ON DATAW ISLAND.
OTHERS HAVE. Settle down to a place that's
surrounded with pristine water. Clean, clear air.
And far, far away from tourists. Just six miles
away from Beaufort, SC, Dataw Island is a
private community that offers a flock of acti
vities, like golf, tennis and fine diving. Plus fish
ing and boating at a magnificent clubhouse.
Come for a Dataw Discovery Getaway. Discover
Dataw Island.
2. SPIRIT OF THE SIOUX. In a ritual older than
time, the Sioux medicine man begins his mystic
chant. Dancing in the light of the dawn in union
with the spirit of the eagle. A masterpiece in hand-
painted porcelain created by Robert F. Murphy,
the Gold Medal winner who is sought after by
collectors of art. Captured in fine porcelain and
hand-painted in all his glorious colours, Murphy's
medicine man is so superbly sculptured that you
can count all 51 feathers on the Indian's head
dress. Signed and dated by the artist.
3. A LAND OF LEGENDS. If your outdoor ad
venture is What you're into, there's no better
place than Yukon and Alaska Territories. You
can trek the trails, hike the ice fields, or scale
the heights. Or fish the lakes, canoe the rivers.
You can spot walrus, Beluga whales, or thundering herds of muskoxen and caribou. All that glitters... may well be gold. Tour the mines, then pick up a pan and try your luck! Your welcome here is as big as all outdoors.
4. EXCALIBUR. A legendary watch for day and knight. For the man whose time has come. The watch dial gleams with the image of the legendary Excalibur, "Sword in the Stone". Only the noble King Arthur had the power to remove it. And with this mighty feat he became the king of the realm. Excalibur the sword. On a watch for the man who rules his own destiny.
