March 10th, 2008

always a tiger

wasn't tomorrow wonderful?

monday xxxi

i want things back the way they used to be

the fifth line, divided, shows birds in the fields, which it will be advantageous to seize and destroy.
the topmost line, divided, show the great ruler delivering his charges, appointing some to be rulers of states, and others to undertake the headship of clans.

only we are not yet fully created anew in perfect faith and love; these require to be increased, not, however, through works, but through themselves.

i trembled with excitement as i stared and stared. could i not get to the place and see for myself?

i had a heavy feeling in my head, and only the vaguest memory at first of the things that had happened over night. the morning breeze blew very pleasantly through the unglazed window, and that and the food contributed to the sense of animal comfort which i experienced. presently the door behind me--the door inward towards the yard of the enclosure--opened. i turned and saw montgomery's face.

"all right," said he. "i'm frightfully busy." and he shut the door.

"alas," he exclaimed, "among what manner of people am i fallen?"

we are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from maine to texas; but maine and texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate. either is in such a predicament as the man who was earnest to be introduced to a distinguished deaf woman, but when he was presented, and one end of her ear trumpet was put into his hand, had nothing to say. as if the main object were to talk fast and not to talk sensibly. we are eager to tunnel under the atlantic and bring the old world some weeks nearer to the new; but perchance the first news that will leak through into the broad, flapping american ear will be that the princess adelaide has the whooping cough.
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