We learn of great things by little experiences. The history of ages is but an indefinite repetition of the history of hours. The record of a soul is but a multiple of the story of a moment.
And then he cried, till he laughed again, and laughed and cried together, just as a woman does. I.
Jonathan’s eyes closed, and he went quickly into a sleep, with his head on my shoulder.
Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself.
Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!
Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect, the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind, did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic, I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson’s physiology or Ferrier’s brain knowledge would be as nothing.
She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.
I desire it much, nay I will take no refusal.
What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked?
The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist.
But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan’s great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris’s bowie knife plunged into the heart. It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
At the worst it can only be death, and a man’s death is not a calf’s, and the dreaded Hereafter may still be open to me. God help me in my task! Goodbye, Mina, if I fail. Goodbye, my faithful friend and second father. Goodbye, all, and last of all Mina! Same.
15 MAY.-Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion.
We only waited to learn where the change would occur. None the less, however, it was a surprise. I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful basis that we believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought to be, not as we should know that they will be. Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o’-the-wisp to man.
Adam, from the moment of their eyes meeting, felt as if they were already friends.
She asks Mimi and me to tea this afternoon at Diana’s Grove, and hopes that you also will favour her.
Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!” The.
But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were.
This morning I slept late after the fatigues of yesterday... I feel strangely sad and low-spirited to-day. I suppose it is the reaction from the terrible excitement... I didn’t feel sleepy, and I did feel full of devouring anxiety... it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.
I dined on what they called “robber steak” – bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks, and roasted over the fire, in simple style of the London cat’s meat!
On the top of the tomb, seemingly driven through the solid marble – for the structure was composed of a few vast blocks of stone – was a great iron spike or stake. On going to the back I saw, graven in great Russian letters: ‘The dead travel fast.