cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well

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a pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey

* about 1:00 a. m. earth time.

"we shall see," stated i-gos.

"what shall we see?" asked a warrior.

"we shall see whether o-tar visits the chamber of o-mai."


"i shall be there myself and if i see him i will know that he has been there. if i don't see him i will know that he has not," explained the old taxidermist.

"is he quite mad, mr. hastings?"

"i honestly don't know. sometimes, i feel sure he is as mad as a hatter; and then, just as he is at his maddest, i find there is method in his madness."

"i see."

in spite of her laugh, mary was looking thoughtful this morning. she seemed grave, almost sad.

"are you incredulous, crito?"

"indeed, i am; for if he did say so, then in my opinion he needs neither euthydemus nor any one else to be his instructor."

"perhaps i may have forgotten, and ctesippus was the real answerer."

"ctesippus! nonsense."

"it is absurd," he says, "to imagine that the statue of a saint can speak, and that an inanimate object not possessing the vocal organs should be able to utter an articulate sound." upon the other hand, he protests against science imagining that, by explaining the natural causes of things, it has explained away their transcendental meaning.

"when the tears on the cheek of some holy statue have been analysed into the moisture which certain temperatures produce on wood and marble, it yet by no means follows that they were not a sign of grief and mourning set there by god himself."

agatha, having finished her book by dint of extensive skipping, proceeded to study pathology from a volume of clinical lectures. finding her own sensations exactly like those described in the book as symptoms of the direst diseases, she put it by in alarm, and took up a novel, which was free from the fault she had found in the lectures, inasmuch as none of the emotions it described in the least resembled any she had ever experienced.

"survey of cornwall," tells us a strange story of a dog in this town, of whom it was observed that if they gave him any large bone or piece of meat, he immediately went out of doors with it, and after having disappeared for some time would return again; upon which, after some time, they watched him, when, to their great surprise, they found that the poor charitable creature carried what he so got to an old decrepit mastiff, which lay in a nest that he had made among the brakes a little way out of the town, and was blind, so that he could not help himself; and there this creature fed him.

and so commending ourselves to god, we followed the same road which we saw the shepherd take, expecting every moment that the coast-guard would be down upon us. nor did our expectation deceive us, for two hours had not passed when, coming out of the brushwood into the open ground, we perceived some fifty mounted men swiftly approaching us at a hand-gallop. as soon as we saw them we stood still, waiting for them; but as they came close and, instead of the moors they were in quest of, saw a set of poor christians, they were taken aback, and one of them asked if it could be we who were the cause of the shepherd having raised the call to arms.

monday cxxxix

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