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Page 284 - And he went up from thence unto Beth-el: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, "Go up, thou bald head...
Page 213 - The tough think of the tender as sentimentalists and soft-heads. The tender feel the tough to be unrefined, callous, or brutal. Their mutual reaction is very much like that that takes place when Bostonian tourists mingle with a population like that of Cripple Creek. Each type believes the other to be inferior to itself; but disdain in the one case is mingled with amusement, in the other it has a dash of fear.
Page 120 - See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses, and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out: So by my former lecture and advice Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? Rey. My lord, I have. Pol. God be wi
Page 101 - Letters are my bedside books. If I wake at night, I have one or other of them to prattle me to sleep again. They talk about themselves for ever, and don't weary me. I like to hear them tell their old stories over and over again. I read them in the dozy hours, and only half remember them.
Page 57 - The cure's right: he says that we Are ever wayward, weak, and blind; He tells us in his homily Ambition ruins all mankind: Yet could I there two days have spent, While still the autumn sweetly shone, Ah me! I might have died content When I had looked on Carcassonne, When I had looked on Carcassonne!
Page 57 - Father, I beseech, In this my prayer if I offend : One something sees beyond his reach From childhood to his journey's end. My wife, our little boy Aignan, Have travelled even to Narbonne : My grandchild has seen Perpignan, And I have not seen Carcassonne, And I have not seen Carcassonne ! So crooned one day, close by Limoux, A peasant double-bent with age. "Rise up, my friend," said I : "with you I'll go upon this pilgrimage.
Page 213 - Grant an idea or belief to be true," it says, "what concrete difference will its being true make in any one's actual life? How will the truth be realized? What experiences will be different from those which would obtain if the belief were false? What, in short, is the truth's cash-value in experiential terms?