And, indeed, unless these butterflies are created with a side-look to the composition of improving apologues, it is not altogether easy, even for people who have read Hegel and Dr. Mackay, partly from his superior powers of mind, which rendered him incomprehensible, partly from his extreme opinions, was especially distasteful to the Irishman.
And so they take the passing artist as an excuse to go into the woods, as they might take a walking-stick as an excuse to bathe. Not so when we are there; when we are there such thoughts come to us only to intensify a contrary impression, and association is turned against itself.
Thus, when I put in the plea for literature, that it was only in good books, or in the society of the good, that a man could get help in his conduct, he declared I was in a different world from him. And yet, as times went, when the wolves entered at night into depopulated Paris, and perhaps De Retz was passing by with a company of demons like himself, even in these caves and thickets there were glad hearts and grateful prayers.
To descend on an empty stomach into Steerage No. He was smaller than I had fancied, and plain-looking; but his face was distinguished by strange and fascinating eyes, limpid grey from a distance, but, when looked into, full of changing colours and grains of gold.
If these pleased me it was unconsciously; I listened for news of the great vacant world upon whose edge I stood; I listened for delightful plots that I might re-enact in play, and romantic scenes and circumstances that I might call up before me, with closed eyes, when I was tired of Scotland, and home, and that weary prison of the sick-chamber in which I lay so long in durance.
At home, he said, no one on a journey would speak to him, but those with whom he would not care to speak; thus unconsciously involving himself in the condemnation of his countrymen. I heard a party of children go up and down the dark street for a while, singing together sweetly.
Here, after two aborted attempts to visit Scotland, he established himself, after much work, upon his estate in the village of Vailima. Strange Case of Dr. In a general way this adornment is perched on the very summit of the chimney-stacks; but there is one corner more elaborate than the rest.
Some crows and gulls flew away croaking as I scrambled in. He purges the mind of uncleanness, just as he purged contemporary fiction.
I have made enough money to be rolling in my carriage. There is a shrewd insight into the motives of human conduct that makes some of these graceful sketches belong to the literature of philosophy, using the word philosophy in its deepest and broadest sense.
He heard the round come down the companion and look into one pen after another, until they came within two of the one in which he lay concealed. Over the pages of the Essays of Elia hovers an immortal charm--the charm of a nature inexhaustible in its humour and kindly sympathy for humanity.
He wore tweed clothes, well enough made if not very fresh, and a plain smoking-cap. We conceive the burthen of the long, lack-lustre days, when she leaned her sick head against the mullions, and saw the burghers loafing in Maybole High Street, and the children at play, and ruffling gallants riding by from hunt or foray.
But a little way off, the solid bricks of woodland that lay squarely on slope and hill-top were not green, but russet and grey, and ever less russet and more grey as they drew off into the distance.
The officer sitting at home over a bit of fire until the criminal came to visit him, and the criminal coming — it was a fair match.
In the town itself the lit face of the clock peered down the street; an hour was hammered out on Mr. Questioning his son about his beliefs, he discovered the truth, leading to a long period of dissension with both parents: Schoolboys, after their first drunkenness, are not more boastful; a cock does not plume himself with a more unmingled satisfaction as he paces forth among his harem; and yet these were grown men, and by no means short of wit.
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Essays of Travel, by Robert Louis Stevenson On the Enjoyment of Unpleasant Places — It is a difficult matter to make the most of any given place, and we have much in our own power. Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was a Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer, and a leading representative of English literature.
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