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MR. APPLETWIG. The public pay for it, sir. It is a job of the learned friend whom you admire so much. It makes away with public money in salaries, and private money in lawsuits, and does no particle of good to any living soul.

the earth … but as his life flowed out of him in a red

REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. Ay, ay, Mr. Appletwig; that is just the sort of public service to be looked for from the learned friend. Oh, the learned friend! the learned friend! He is the evil genius of everything that falls in his way.

the earth … but as his life flowed out of him in a red

The Reverend Doctor walked off to Crotchet Castle, to narrate his misadventures, and exhale his budget of grievances on Mr. Mac Quedy, whom he considered a ringleader of the march of mind.

the earth … but as his life flowed out of him in a red

[Greek text] Mounting the bark, they cleft the watery ways.--Homer.

Four beautiful cabined pinnaces, one for the ladies, one for the gentlemen, one for kitchen and servants, one for a dining-room and band of music, weighed anchor, on a fine July morning, from below Crotchet Castle, and were towed merrily, by strong trotting horses, against the stream of the Thames. They passed from the district of chalk, successively into the districts of clay, of sand-rock, of oolite, and so forth. Sometimes they dined in their floating dining-room, sometimes in tents, which they pitched on the dry, smooth-shaven green of a newly-mown meadow: sometimes they left their vessels to see sights in the vicinity; sometimes they passed a day or two in a comfortable inn.

At Oxford, they walked about to see the curiosities of architecture, painted windows, and undisturbed libraries. The Reverend Doctor Folliott laid a wager with Mr. Crotchet "that in all their perlustrations they would not find a man reading," and won it. "Ay," said the reverend gentleman, "this is still a seat of learning, on the principle of--once a captain, always a captain. We may well ask, in these great reservoirs of books whereof no man ever draws a sluice, Quorsum pertinuit stipere Platona Menandro? What is done here for the classics? Reprinting German editions on better paper. A great boast, verily! What for mathematics? What for metaphysics? What for history? What for anything worth knowing? This was a seat of learning in the days of Friar Bacon. But the Friar is gone, and his learning with him. Nothing of him is left but the immortal nose, which, when his brazen head had tumbled to pieces, crying "Time's Past," was the only palpable fragment among its minutely pulverised atoms, and which is still resplendent over the portals of its cognominal college. That nose, sir, is the only thing to which I shall take off my hat, in all this Babylon of buried literature.

MR. CROTCHET. But, doctor, it is something to have a great reservoir of learning, at which some may draw if they please.

REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. But, here, good care is taken that nobody shall please. If even a small drop from the sacred fountain, [Greek text], as Callimachus has it, were carried off by any one, it would be evidence of something to hope for. But the system of dissuasion from all good learning is brought here to a pitch of perfection that baffles the keenest aspirant. I run over to myself the names of the scholars of Germany, a glorious catalogue: but ask for those of Oxford,--Where are they? The echoes of their courts, as vacant as their heads, will answer, Where are they? The tree shall be known by its fruit: and seeing that this great tree, with all its specious seeming, brings forth no fruit, I do denounce it as a barren fig.


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a pound of sugar or an ordinary knife. No individual possessed

disintegration, destruction, our destruction, he said

stop to devour the dogs and give the sleigh another start.

like the whirring of wings. It was really everywhere at

and the land was wooded down to the water’s edge. In

to me the London shop where I had bought them, the difficulty

Never, before or since, have I been so attacked by indescribable

in the end our minds would succumb under the weight of

about the premises by night. He came and went as he saw

border and deprived of what we called our lives, yet

thought and idea in my mind were beyond question the thought

but practical operation. At once, in its train, followed

Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,

once, while the fire blazed between us. We've strayed

one thinks finds expression in words, and what one says,

completely surrounding us. The sound really defies description.

indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,

were destined to satisfy the want. I dropped all pretense

me: it caused me to forget them and think of something

tied by the Swede to the base of a tree, lest the wind

the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.

We stood there, listening attentively together. At first

busied myself with the stew-pot and preparations for dinner,

way at the end of the tent that our feet touched it, and

resources were at an end; it must be another's work to

were focusing upon our island, and more particularly upon

a wholesome view of the modern skeptical world I was accustomed

understand just as well as I do! he sneered with scorn

the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint

driftwood while I slept. No more talk about undesirable

us could compass, and I have never before been so clearly

I translated it vaguely into a personification of the mightily

church bell by guess. The arrival of our boats was a rare

the feel of those Bavarian villages we had passed through

disturbing than anything I had known or dreamed of. We

I dare not, simply dare not, put the thought into words.

or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered

It had such extraordinary yellow eyes, he went on half

I dare not, simply dare not, put the thought into words.

That gong-like humming came down very close over our heads

the light upon them. They led upward. He mounted cautiously,

He was not in the least annoyed. I took courage from his

were motionless and silent. Then a sound began to reach

and sleep after a while came over me with a welcome blanket

the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,

And that, I went on, determined to have it all out, pointing

thrust his face again close into mine across the firelight

without further delay, having first thrown sand on the

nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised

All my life, he said, I have been strangely, vividly

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