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Hard to say if this highly readable book is more a study of Dickens or of the philosophy of G K. He portrays Dickens as an anarchic radical - claims Walter Scott as a Tory radical which is harder to ... Read full review
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Page 30 - ... as I sunk into this companionship; compared these every-day associates with those of my happier childhood; and felt my early hopes of growing up to be a learned and distinguished man, crushed in my breast. The deep remembrance of the sense I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless; of the shame I felt in my position; of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that, day by day, what I had learned, and thought, and delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, was passing...
Page 231 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion ! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death...
Page 145 - ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting, The river sang below ; The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting Their minarets of snow. The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth...
Page 17 - ... in the sky all night must surely be the children of the stars ; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.
Page 153 - When he had achieved his task, he applied himself to the acquisition of stable language, in which he soon became such an adept that he would perch outside my window and drive imaginary horses, with great skill, all day. Perhaps even I never saw him at his best, for his former master sent his duty with him, ' and if I wished the bird to come out very strong, would I be so good as to show him a drunken man,' which I never did, having (unfortunately) none but sober people at hand.
Page 17 - I see the star!' And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good night; and when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, 'God bless the star!
Page 145 - And then, while round them shadows gathered faster And as the fire-light fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of
Page 197 - Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life forevermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room as you would desire to see upon a winter's night.
Page 198 - In came the six young followers whose hearts they broke. In came all the young men and women employed in the business. In came the house-maid, with her cousin the baker. In came the cook, with her brother's particular friend, the milkman. In came...