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We picture the world as thick with conquering and elate humanity, but here, with the bugles of the tempest peeling, it was hard to imagine a peopled earth. One viewed the existence of man then as a marvel, and conceded a glamour of wonder to these lice which were caused to cling to a whirling, fire-smitten, ice-locked, disease-stricken, space-lost bulb. The conceit of man was explained by this storm to be the very engine of life. One was a ..
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I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin.
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None of them knew the color of the sky.
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mgg
the-open-boat
stephen-crane
sky
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A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats.
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life
mgg
the-open-boat
waves
stephen-crane
trials
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This tower was a giant, standing with its back to the plight of the ants. It represented in a degree, to the correspondent, the serenity of nature amid the struggles of the individual--nature in the wind, and nature in the vision of men. She did not seem cruel to him, nor beneficent, nor treacherous, nor wise. But she was indifferent, flatly indifferent. It is, perhaps, plausible that a man in this situation, impressed with the unconcern of..
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He did not consider public opinion to be accurate at long range.
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conventional-wisdom
culture
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It was wrong to do this," said the angel. "You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin." "Not so," quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; "It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins."
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wrong
human
lambkins
crane
angels
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If I am going to be drowned-- if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees? Was I brought here merely to have my nose dragged away as I was about to nibble the sacred cheese of life? It is preposterous. If this old ninny-woman, Fate, cannot do better than this, she should be deprived of the management of men's ..
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Once he thought he had concluded that it would be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Regarding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he conceived it to be nothing but rest, and he was filled with a momentary astonishment that he should have made an extraordinary commotion over the mere matter of getting killed.
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It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
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A wound gives strange dignity to him who bears it. Well men shy from his new and terrible majesty. It is as if the wounded man's hand is upon the curtain which hangs before the revelations of all existence - the meaning of ants, potentates, wars, cities, sunshine, snow, a feather dropped from a bird's wing; and the power of it sheds radiance upon a bloody form, and makes the other men understand sometimes that they are little. His comrades ..
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woundedness
wounded
wound
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A man feared that he might find an assassin;
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philosophy
wisdom
victim
crane
wise
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Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
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It appeared that the swift wings of their desires would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
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Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter - bitter," he answered; "But I like it
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They would jeer him, and, if practicable, pelt him with missiles.
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But as the girl timidly accosted him, he gave a convulsive movement and saved his respectability by a vigorous side-step. He did not risk it to save a soul. For how was he to know that there was a soul before him that needed saving?
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naturalism
soul
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IV Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and nighty-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one,
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XX A learned man came to me once. He said, "I know the way, - come." And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened, Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of me feet.
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Little Birds of the Night" LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved Of meadows and groves of the distance And pale sands at the foot of the sea And breezes that fly in the leaves. They are vast in experience These little birds that come in the night" --
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This landscape gave him assurance. A fair field holding life. It was the religion of peace. It would die if its timid eyes were compelled to see blood. He conceived Nature to be a woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
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When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no brick and no temples.
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LCVI If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a bast blue,
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But he instantly saw that it would be impossible for him to escape from the regiment. It inclosed him. And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four sides. He was in a moving box
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There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man
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belonging
contentment
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The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.
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war
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He had been a mere man railing at a condition, but now he was out of it and could see that it had been very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to swallow swords that he might have a better throat for grapes.
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Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden, of course.
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Others may do as they please, but as for me,' he concluded ferociously, 'I shall never disclose to anybody that an acrobat, a trained bear of the magazines, a juggler of comic paragraphs, is not a priceless pearl of art and philosophy.
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You get so frightfully hungry as soon as you learn that there are no more meals coming.
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As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.
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He was submitting, submitting because of his fathers, bending his mind in a most perfect slavery to this conflagration.
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I like the people. But, considered generally, they are a collection of ingenious blockheads.
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nothing is so much to be regretted as the universe.
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LVI A man feared that he might find an assassin;
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Many a man ought to have a bath-tub larger than the boat which here rode upon the sea.
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He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper mood. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked in any way like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern, because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he ..
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Every sin is the result of a collaboration.
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The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
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He had fought like a pagan who defends his religion.
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