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A good conscience is eight parts of courage.
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courage
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But what is the black spot, captain?
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Ethics are my veiled mistress; I love them, but know not what they are.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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But a word once spoken who can recapture it?
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Then it was that there came into my head the first of the mad notions that contributed so much to saving our lives.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The captain has said too much or he has said too little, and I'm bound to say that I require an explanation of his words.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Do you know Poole," he said, looking up, "that you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?" --
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in. As I walked, my mind was busy fitting what I saw with appropriate words; when I sat by the roadside, I would either read or a pencil and a penny version-book would be in my hand, to note the features of the scene or commemorate some halting stanzas. Thus I lived with words.
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words
reading
writing
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man?
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humanity
leadership
humility
power
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." That comed--as you call it--of being arrant asses."
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The door, indeed, stood open as before; but the windows were still shuttered, the chimneys breathed no stain into the bright air, there sounded abroad none of that low stir (perhaps audible rather to the ear of the spirit than to the ear of the flesh) by which a house announces and betrays its human lodgers.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17--, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first..
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." That comed--as you call it--of being arrant asses." --
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese -toasted, mostly
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marooned
cheese
pirates
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all others.
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shakespeare
conflation
francis-bacon
editing
exaggeration
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Let any one speak long enough, he will get believers.
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quackery
prophets
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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about as emotional as a bagpipe.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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In the immediate nearness of the gold, all else had been forgotten [...], and I could not doubt that he hoped to seize upon the treasure, find and board the under cover of night, cut every honest throat about that island, and sail away as he had at first intended, laden with crimes and riches.
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greed
piracy
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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He recollected his courage.
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courageous
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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He was in that humour when a man will cut off his nose to spite his face
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wrath
vengeance
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, Help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, Let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day,
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The workpeople, to be sure, were most annoyingly slow, but time cured that.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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As I looked there came, I thought a change - he seemed to swell - his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter...
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Half an hour from now, when I shall again and for ever reindue that hated personality, I know how I shall sit shuddering and weeping in my chair, or continue, with the most strained and fear-struck ecstasy of listening, to pace up and down this room (my last earthly refuge) and give ear to every sound of menace. Will Hyde die upon the scaffold? or will he find the courage to release himself at the last moment? God knows; I am careless; this..
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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To look back upon the past year, and see how little we have striven and to what small purpose: and how often we have been cowardly and hung back, or temerarious and rushed unwisely in; and how every day and all day long we have transgressed the law of kindness; -it may seem a paradox, but in the bitterness of these discoveries, a certain consolation resides. Life is not designed to minister to a man's vanity. He goes upon his long business ..
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death
failure
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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I know; I don't care to die either. But when whining mendeth nothing, wherefore whine?
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Half a capital and half a country town, the whole city leads a double existence; it has long trances of the one and flashes of the other; like the king of the Black Isles, it is half alive and half a monumental marble.
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travel
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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with a strong strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.
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bravery
courage
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity;
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the family have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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A moment before I had been safe of all men's respect, wealthy, beloved - the cloth laying for me in the dining room at home; and now I was the common quarry of mankind, hunted, houseless, a known murderer, thrall to the gallows.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the futherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suff..
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inner-conflict
self
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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I swear to God I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end. And indeed he does not want my help; you do not know him as I do; he is safe, he is quite safe; mark my words, he will never more be heard of. ~Jekyll
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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The last I think; for, O poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." "That comes--as you call it--of being arrant asses," retorted the doctor."
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dr-livesey
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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It is a sore thing to have laboured along and scaled the arduous hilltops, and when all is done, find humanity indifferent to your achievement. Hence physicists condemn the unphysical; financiers have only a superficial toleration for those who know little of stocks; literary persons despise the unlettered; and people of all pursuits combine to disparage those who have none. But though this is one difficulty of the subject, it is not the gr..
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Alexander Smollett, master; David Livesey, ship's doctor; Abraham Gray, carpenter's mate; John Trelawney, owner; John Hunter and Richard Joyce, owner's servants, landsmen--being all that is left faithful of the ship's company--with stores for ten days at short rations, came ashore this day and flew British colours on the log-house in Treasure Island. Thomas Redruth, owner's servant, landsman, shot by the mutineers; James Hawkins, cabin boy-..
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dr-livesey
jim-hawkins
pirates
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Det ar en sak att overvinna sin nyfikenhet. En annan att bli helt fri fran den.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort.
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Robert Louis Stevenson |