Do you like fish?
I never thought I could do it.
I want this baby as much as you do, Alex.
I'll do the best I can.
Can I do more in my role?
"Let's do it," she finally said unceremoniously.
This is a fine meal, do you think?
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
For a minute there, I was ready to do just that.
"I will do all that I can," said his friend.
Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.
As for reaching the top of the earth, I have never heard that it is possible to do that, and if you succeeded in getting there you would probably fall off.
Do you take me for a salamander?
If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette Scherer.
Long before I learned to do a sum in arithmetic or describe the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me to find beauty in the fragrant woods, in every blade of grass, and in the curves and dimples of my baby sister's hand.
"What do you want?" demanded a third voice, in a stern, gruff accent.
Do you know that profound thinker?
What sort of governors are they to do that?
"What do you do?" asked the Sorcerer.
"All right," answered the horse; "I'll do my best.
Why did you do all this?
Should I do more in my role?
When you hear about a new company and your response is, "Why in the world would anyone want to do that?" it will be because there is no offline corollary.
You can do no worse.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Zeb.
But how do you do?
Do you want to see it?
I don't do much when I get home just after 6pm.
"That I have forgotten," replied the Gump's Head, "and I do not think it is of much importance.
"Do you think there will be a battle?" asked the blacksmith.
"What!" exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, "do you mean to starve us?"
And don't go to any meeting yourself, do you hear?
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
He can do several very wonderful things--if he knows how.
Do not let him go to sea.
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
Do they resent that your father wants only a son for an heir?
So, do most of the parents feel the same way?
"Do you eat?" asked the boy.
"If that is so," said the boy, "how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?"
"What would you do?" enquired Jim.
Do you take me for a tom-cat?
Confucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge."
There it is again, do you hear? said he, pointing in the direction whence came the sounds of firing.
"Prince," said Berg, recognizing Prince Andrew, "I only spoke because I have to obey orders, because I always do obey exactly....
Do you know what he said to the Emperor?
"Our people do not acquire their real life until they leave their bushes," said the Prince.
What is it, do you s'pose?
"But we do not wish to intrude, I assure you," the Wizard hastened to say.
"Well, then," answered the stranger, "I will see what they can do for me at the Planters' Tavern, round the corner;" and he rode away.
It requires knowing what you should do in a given situation.
I confess I do not want to.
Of the war Princess Mary thought as women do think about wars.
What do you think of it, Prince?
It was impossible for him to travel, it would not do to let him die on the road.
She could not sleep and several times went to the door and listened, wishing to enter but not deciding to do so.
I will do anything, said she, catching his eye.
Do me a favor and don't listen to Dulce.
Well, whatever we do, I'd like to do it as a family.
Why do you want to cover yourself so much?
Can you decide what to do next?
"They do not belong here," returned the Prince.
Yes; for they eat of the dama-fruit, as we all do, and that keeps them from being seen by any eye, whether human or animal.
I do not know, young sir.
"Oz can do some good tricks, humbug or no humbug," announced Zeb, who was now feeling more at ease.
"Why do you want me?" asked Eureka, disturbed by this threat.
"I should like to learn to do that--oh, ever so much!" he answered.
We just lacked these means to do it before.
Just here, perhaps, I had better explain our use of the manual alphabet, which seems to puzzle people who do not know us.
But I do not understand how he ever thought a blind and deaf child of eleven could have invented them.
Let him who has work to do recollect that the object of clothing is, first, to retain the vital heat, and secondly, in this state of society, to cover nakedness, and he may judge how much of any necessary or important work may be accomplished without adding to his wardrobe.
Most behave as if they believed that their prospects for life would be ruined if they should do it.
First, notepaper--do you hear?
Everything that reminded him of his past was repugnant to him, and so in his relations with that former circle he confined himself to trying to do his duty and not to be unfair.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
"Well, supposing I do love him?" thought Princess Mary.
No, but I can't sit on the fence forever - and I do want another baby.
Do you have to go back right away?
Do you want to tell me about it?
Do the Sanders know where everything is and what needs to be done with the animals?
Do you realize that's the first time you've done that?
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
Do I look that bad?
Do you know that?
Let's go do the chores one last time before we leave.
What breed do you raise?
Do you have many horses here?
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
He was alright and they probably wouldn't do it again.
Do you have more requests?
Felipa, do not be long.
Do you think I'm high maintenance?
I do not want all this.
Do they want more?
Then he turned to do it all in reverse.
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
Will you show me how to do that?
Do you think I'm high maintenance?
Do you know that?
What are we going to do today, Dad?
You can do no worse.
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.
Do you ever make mistakes?
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"All right," said the horse; "I'll do it."
What do you call it?
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
You are strangers in the Valley of Voe, and do not seem to know our ways; so I will try to save you.
It is a secret the bears do not know, and we people of Voe usually walk upon the water when we travel, and so escape our enemies.
"I do not want money," returned the braided man, "for I could not spend it in this deserted place if I had it.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
It's every man's duty to do the best he knows how; and I'm going to do it.
"No," returned Dorothy, stoutly, "it won't do to go back, for then we would never get home.
"Do you see that big rock standing on the hillside yonder?" he continued, pointing with his finger.
"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.
And--and--do you eat people?
"Then you can do a few wizzes and get us out of this hole," declared the tiny one, with much confidence.
"Do you mean that Princess Ozma will see this cave in her enchanted picture, and see all of us here, and what we are doing?" demanded Zeb.
All I need do is to wish you with me, and there you'll be--safe in the royal palace!
"Do you mean that I'm a freak?" asked Jim, angrily.
I used to call myself a Wizard, and do tricks of ventriloquism.
"That is quite a history," said Ozma; "but there is a little more history about the Land of Oz that you do not seem to understand--perhaps for the reason that no one ever told it you.
Do you take me for a weasel?
"I do not doubt it," the Sawhorse observed, with a tone of pride.
You do not know the relief of brushing away a fly that has bitten you, nor the delight of eating delicious food, nor the satisfaction of drawing a long breath of fresh, pure air.
These are friends, and will do you no harm.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I pray you do not interrupt him."
But don't try to make out I'm too innocent to eat a fat piglet if I could do it and not be found out.
"I refuse to be free," cried the kitten, in a sharp voice, "unless the Wizard can do his trick with eight piglets.
"Ozma can do it, easily," replied Dorothy.
"Do you remember those birds?" said Mr. Speed.
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
He looked at the bright, yellow pieces and said, "What shall I do with these coppers, mother?"
At last James Hogg said, "It's of no use; all we can do is to go home and tell the master that we have lost his whole flock."
"Mother," he would say, "do not be afraid.
But I must do as father says.
He does not like to do anything else.
Perhaps he will do well with you.
He was glad to do this; for he loved the baby.
I couldn't help but do it.
Does thee suppose that it is very wrong for Benjamin to do such a thing?
And they asked what they should do about it.
He does me a favor by allowing you to ride on the animal, and I do him a favor by taking care of it.
Do not read bad books, they will make you bad.
In Persia we do not have such feasts.
What will you do with them?
"Well, truly," said Cyrus, "I do not like him.
"I shall be glad to see what you can do," he said.
"Then why didn't you do it?" asked his mother.
I hope that I shall never do anything to make them careless of their duties.
They could do nothing but give up all their goods and money.
Where do you carry your gold?
Soon another came up and said, "My boy, do you happen to have any gold about you?"
"What!" said he, "do you eat gold in this country?"
But what has the bomb to do with what I wish you to write?
But one of the rulers was not willing to do this.
They do not deserve any gifts from the city.
Do this, or I will burn Rome and destroy all its people.
The two noble women were willing to do all that they could to save their city.
You toil not, neither do you spin, yet God takes care of you and your little ones.
So, do not be ungrateful, but sing His praises and thank Him for his goodness toward you.
To do this, he had to take them to a large city where there was a slave market.
"And what can you do, Aesop?" asked Xanthus.
"Because, since these other slaves do everything, there is nothing left for me to perform," said Aesop.
Do as I say.
I do not know whether the end of the world has come or not.
Do I owe you anything more?
Then, I intend to travel the way I wish to go--do you understand?
"Do so," said Selkirk.
Give me a few common tools and some food, and I will do well enough, said the sailor.
Oh, do not leave me here.
Be faithful to the king and do your duty._
"I cannot do that," said the market man.
Who do you think I am?
The poor man could do nothing but dress himself and go sorrowing on his way.
Do you know of any person who was once poor but who has lately and suddenly become well-to-do?
"Good friend," he said, "if you should find something that we have lost, what would you do with it?"
"What shall I do when it comes my turn?" he said to himself.
I do not know any song.
I do not know any song; and my voice is harsh and unpleasant.
Why do his legs tremble under him as he walks, leaning upon a stick?
What do you mean by that?
Do not all persons live eighty years--yes, many times eighty years?
"Who are those men, and why do their faces look so joyless?" asked the prince.
One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men.
"What a beautiful child!" said the mother, as she hurried to do his bidding.
"I am sorry if you do not like it," said Jacquot.
What do you mean, you ungrateful little rascal?
She has other things to do, and no time to attend to me.
Mine makes the servants wait on me and do as I tell them.
Please do so, your Majesty.
Do you mean that the one with his hat on will be the king?
"Well, my boy," said King Henry, "which do you think is the king?"
"My good men," he said, "how many fish do you expect to draw in this time?"
Then one of the fishermen said, "Let us ask the governor about it and do as he shall bid us."
"But what shall we do with it?" said the messengers.
One of his mottoes was this: "Whatever you do, do it well."
Do you expect to find any man in Corinth who deserves so rich a gift?
Do I look like the wisest of the wise?
But I do think we will see an end to any effective constraints relating to computers' ability to process data and transfer information.
I spend less time waiting for Excel to do a recalculation of my formulas today than I did on my 386 in the 1990s, even though my spreadsheets are thousands of times more complex.
Do I need to prove we have an explosion of technological progress dwarfing the wildest dreams of any age?
Do those two things even compare?
Next, imagine everything you do is remembered in detail.
Whether you love it or hate it, do you doubt it will happen?
People who take time out of their schedule to do something that helps just one person.
Consider what you would do in the following situations.
What can you do with that?
Or that a certain group of people who do a seemingly unrelated set of a dozen activities report levels of happiness higher than average?
Additionally, right below that is a section called, "What Do Customers Ultimately Buy After Viewing This Item?"
How do these features work so well?
It took him most of his life to do this, and the value was engraved on his tombstone.
Machines can actually do a very limited palette of things.
Once we get the problem off our "to-do list" and stick it onto the computer's, we largely will be done.
No human could ever do this, for in these purely computational matters, machines are vastly superior to us, and always will be.
A computer can do some tasks better than a person can.
Any task a computer can do better than a person is, by definition, a task requiring no human creativity or ingenuity.
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
I like this goal, and I would like to do it as well, but in bits, not bites.
Remember your Digital Echo file, that record of everything you do and say?
Imagine what you could do with the combined learning of a quadrillion life experiences.
Where do they go for Italian food?
And not just where do they go, but where is it that people drive the farthest to get to?
If it gets enough "meh" responses, the system knows it has to re-juggle all the stats and do it differently.
None of us has the time to do that—but in the future, with my system, wisdom will operate at processor speeds.
But that has nothing to do with the anonymous sharing of data.
But as we do them yet again and capture them, we finally can begin to develop a planet-wide memory system.
In the past, knowing the wise thing to do was a power confined to a few.
What we do with it has yet to be written.
Some people have exceptional abilities we do not understand—for example, savants.
And what do we say of aging itself?
I do not know and certainly don't want to try to prove to you that the future will be like that.
How do we know these weren't the easiest diseases to eliminate?
We will do much more in the next twenty years than in the preceding one hundred.
Given all this, do you really believe this disease still has a chance?
So what do you do?
Why do all of this?
Why do people who win Academy Awards outlive people who are nominated but do not win?
Why do first basemen live longer than anyone else on the team?
Why do some people live to 120?
Why do some people keep their mental faculties so late in life?
Groups of people will do science this same way.
Why do some houses get broken into and others don't?
Why do people in certain areas stay in school longer than those in other areas?
Some chunks of your DNA do nothing useful (that we know of yet), but other chunks we call genes.
While we have deciphered the genome in that we have written it all down, we aren't at all sure which parts do what, as noted before.
Then, people could start reporting all their medical issues—headaches, halitosis, heart disease—and we will begin to see commonalities between genes and conditions we do not generally regard as genetic.
Due to genetic factors we will certainly learn about in the future, some drugs and treatments do not work on certain people.
However, I fully expect we will learn things about the opposite—what we may do, thanks to our genes.
But my guess is that we will be able to do this and even make existing "good" genes perform better.
Governments (and thieves, for that matter) reallocate wealth—but they do it by increasing the wealth of one party at the expense of another party.
It already has increased both substantially and will do so dramatically more in the coming years.
And yet they do, because fraud is a small part of the overall picture.
So how do these things get made?
When a person learns to do one job and specializes in that one job, she gets really good at it.
Most things come in a limited supply, so some people have a thing and others do not.
And yet we do have some experience with situations where scarcity is nonexistent.
First, think of energy as the capacity to do work.
If you are able to consume more energy, you can do more work and therefore create more.
Hurricanes release unimaginable amounts of power, as do earthquakes.
That is what we expect to be able to do, because it is theoretically possible in a hundred different ways.
Why do I think this?
He explained to me that with a lawnmower, one person would be able to do the job and eleven men would be unemployed.
As we envision a world where machines do more and more work that people used to do, our minds naturally turn to those who would be displaced by technological advance.
Worker Chang, located in China, is willing to do the same job, remotely, for a dollar an hour.
After all, why do you need to internalize them?
Say the second country requires the business to do none of those things.
Outsourcing a job to get it done more cheaply or building a machine to do it more cheaply is really the same.
What do they do exactly?
Machines multiply our labor and increase our ability to do work.
Think of all the machines you use to do your job.
Who do you think makes more money: the person who hauls bricks on his back or the person who operates the forklift that moves the bricks?
Who do you think makes more money: the one person who operates the cotton gin we discussed in the last chapter or one of the fifty people he replaced?
Machines could, in theory, do all kinds of jobs in the world.
We only have people doing this work because we have not yet developed the technology to get machines to do it.
I am not saying if you enjoy manual labor and being exhausted at the end of the day, you shouldn't do it.
I am not saying if you love digging ditches, you should do something else.
The minute we do, the people doing those jobs should become operators of the new machines—and get big raises because their productivity just shot way up.
How many people do you know who say their job stretches them to their maximum potential?
How many people do you suppose would like that?
Frankly, no one wants to do them, so the only way to get people to do them is to pay them.
Machines cannot and never will do these things.
And the sooner we get machines to do the things they can do, freeing up people to do what they can do, the happier and wealthier we all will be.
Although nations create governments to establish such protections, history shows that all too often, governments fail to do so.
As I have pointed out, technology may in fact have limits, but we do not know what they are.
We are about to enter a world where robots do more and more of our work for us.
What we should not try to do, in my opinion, is give them human traits.
We have fallen into the habit of anthropomorphizing computers and robots for a simple reason: The more we program them to do things that we presently do, the more we think of them as being like us.
Let's do a thought experiment about this.
First, imagine all the jobs they could do inside us.
Clearly, what nanites will do inside our bodies in the future is almost limitless and will change medicine forever.
But let's move on to other jobs they can do outside our bodies.
We can build these machines to do an incomprehensibly large range of tasks.
Imagine what we can do in the future with a thousand times more technological advancement.
When computers are in your clothes, medicine, eyeglasses, wallet, tires, walls, makeup, jewelry, cookware, tennis shoes, binoculars, and everything else you own, those things will do more than you can imagine—the stuff of science fiction.
How do we know this?
It will do things you don't expect a house to do.
But your house will do more.
As I observed a few pages ago in "Let Robots Be Robots," an intelligent system like this won't be creepy because we do not want it to be creepy.
We just want it all to work, to do what it is programmed to do.
How do you put a price on this house?
Once a nation shows its willingness to seize foreign-owned property at will, foreign investors are reluctant to do business there again.
Although the poor may not believe that wealth is attainable for them, they do not want to rock the boat and risk disrupting the system that guarantees them at least some income.
Nations can do this by acquiring enough military might that an attempted land grab would cost their neighbors more than they would get if successful.
People broadly agree that government should do at least this much.
Three centuries later, it became a hereditary right and came with a daily ration of two pounds of bread ("Hey, you don't expect us to cook the free grain, do you?") and occasionally included meat, olive oil, and salt.
Why do I say this ultimately bankrupts nations?
I do not think so.
Why do we have to work for a living?
You have to do a banana-amount of work.
It was theirs to do with as they pleased and they chose to give it to you.
They aren't responsible for the oil being in Alaska and do nothing to extract the oil from the earth.
When I talk about this future, a future in which machines will do more and more of the work people do now, I always get some variant of the same question: What about the people who lose their jobs to machines and don't have any other skills?
The implication is always that some people are simply unable to do any job that a machine cannot do.
First, it would be tempting to assume the person hauling manure can only do that, and if that job disappeared he would have no useful skills.
The farmers had to learn what it meant to be paid by the hour and to take instructions from supervisors; how to do a task and then the next day, learn a completely new task and do it instead.
If a million people lose their jobs to a machine, then entrepreneurs start businesses that hire those people to do other things.
We still have people in boring, dead-end jobs only because we haven't built a machine to do the work.
Just like they do today.
Freed from worry about losing a job they do not enjoy, encouraged to follow their dreams and passions, I believe most will want to do just that.
But many people's lives do follow humdrum, dispiriting patterns because we employ too many people doing work that machines should be doing.
Now they could find what really satisfies them and do that.
They work at jobs they do not like, doing work a machine should be doing.
People in these jobs know two states: working, which they do not enjoy, and relaxation, which is far better.
As children, we had all these things we liked to do that interested and excited us.
And that meant, for too many of us, ditching what we loved to do and doing the work of a machine.
They have something they love and want to do, but if market forces are not such that they can support themselves doing that, they have to do something else.
As machines do ever more things that we used to do, we will have more choices for how we spend our time.
Or these jobs can be divorced from economic realities, as the struggling painter or actor decides simply to do what he loves and live off the minimum income afforded by this planet-wide prosperity.
I reasoned that if I could show how poverty will end, then of course hunger would end as well—how many rich people do you hear about going hungry?
This can-do, care-for-our-own spirit permeated the nation.
Why are people so quick to vilify those on the "other side" of the issue—and why do we even think in terms of sides?
I am not only what I eat but am also what I do, what I drink, what I think about, and more.
In addition, how food affects us unquestionably has a lot to do with genetic factors, and because everyone has a different genetic makeup, different foods affect each of us differently.
How do you know that isn't doing the trick?
After all, China grows more than three times the amount of food we do in the United States, with less land under cultivation.
Regardless of who is "right," the harm comes if you try to do all these things at once.
Food security is a real issue, and nations that do not at least produce some kinds of food are at risk.
Now, what do you suppose happens when agriculture prices shoot way up?
All he could do was cross strains of wheat, much in the same fashion as Gregor Mendel did in the 1800s.
And do you know how he crossed the grains?
What if you could do agriculture perfectly on a per-grape basis, each grape getting individual attention?
Why do I say this?
How do I reconcile my personal choices with my statement that the farm of the future is a good thing?
You can't do something that long and not have some strong opinions on the matter.
Every morning before I went to school I had chores to do, which began with mixing up the formula and feeding the calves.
But I do not believe these technological leaps forward are a threat to good food.
Do you really know what is in a hotdog, or are you sure you want to?
We fear it, frankly, because we do not understand it.
American ethanol policies do not "kill" the poor, but they do drive up corn prices.
As noted previously, in the future much of what you do will leave a Digital Echo, a record of its occurrence, down to the very minutia of your life.
That is also the case because humans couldn't do a very good job at a stalk-by-stalk approach.
If this sounds absurd, at present it is—but in the future, the price of technologies to do this will fall to nearly zero.
As mentioned earlier, farmers suffer when they do not have reliable markets for their goods.
The access to information that mobile phones are bringing virtually everywhere on the planet is helping people raise their standard of living and will do so even more dramatically in the years to come.
You can install Boinc software on your computer, choose a project you want your computer to work on when you are away from it, and maybe do your bit to change the world.
I do not say this to advance any political doctrine.
Rights do not mean much, he reasoned, to those with an "empty stomach, shirtless back, roofless dwellings ... unemployment and poverty, no education or medical attention."
How do we respond to this?
You should do something about the problem.
While Jefferson's "all men are created equal" statement was not meant by him to include slaves, we have broadened the application of the principle and should continue to do so.
In the United States, you could do it via the tax code, with government only acting as an income redistribution agent but not as a food distributor.
In the United States, de Tocqueville's voluntary associations still do the job and anyone willing to make her way to a church or food pantry and say she is hungry will not leave empty handed.
I do not think Americans would tolerate widespread, untreated hunger in this nation as long as it could afford otherwise.
Do we not do the same in our personal lives?
Do we not do the same in our personal lives?
What good is our high economic standing in the world if we do not use it for good purposes?
Deciding to end hunger today saves the lives of millions, and we have the technology to do it.
Do not expect this to be a uniformly reassuring journey; it may be more of a roller-coaster ride with some rather bleak descents.
They do this for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that it often works.
I do believe some ideals are worth fighting for and, by logical extension, worth killing for—but not many.
Why do I say world government is not a good idea and nation-states are?
So why do we choose the latter?
We do seem strangely drawn to war.
Because military accomplishments were one way to do that, the military attracted the most ambitious young men eager to prove themselves—and "proving themselves" meant battle.
Since war historically has interrupted the flow of consumer goods, and would do so even more in our present interconnected world, preserving our hard-earned possessions provides an additional disincentive to war.
In warfare, asymmetry is where something very small can do a huge amount of damage.
If the weak nation will not willingly do the bidding of the strong one, then it is made to.
The weak can now do substantial harm to the strong.
The theory is that democracies do not go to war with other democracies.
Why do I recount these stories?
While the right thing to do is never to drive drunk, be a smoker, or be a racist, occasionally war is the right thing to do.
They may not bump into them very often in what we call "everyday life" but do know them well enough to friend them.
How do we know this?
With money, you can buy machinery or hire workers to do your work.
Young people, who would be expected to do the dying if another war came, are generally more determined to keep the peace than their elders.
How many do you think there are now—ten, twenty, fifty million?
More than 70 percent of the British have passports, as do 50 percent of Canadians and 25 percent of Japanese.
I do not think the importance of YouTube lies in its role as a communication method nor as a fundamentally new means of distribution of media.
Whatever did we do without TV in elevators?
You view it as your duty to protest when people who do not hold to those values gain power.
But we do not have to rely solely on those.
People will always try to get other people to do what they want them to.
So let's address it head-on: In this world of the future, do we lose our humanity?
In Othello is a character named Iago, an evil man who never does anything illegal himself but is always planting ideas in other people's minds, to get them to do his dirty work.
But with rare exceptions, we simply don't train our brains to do this particular task.
At times, we still do this today.
When you reach a step you do not understand, do you not start reading out loud really slowly?
Civilization, like technology, also compounds over time, as do its benefits.
The economy makes new machines that replace manual labor because many thousands of people are paid very well to do so.
The ability of a few people to do a massive amount of damage rises as civilization becomes more complex and destructive power increases.
Our republic has prospered because it fiercely protected life, liberty, and property, and must continue to do so.
It is based on the idea that what we believe about the future determines what we do in the present.
If we have the will and if we do the work, we can make the world greater than we have ever imagined.
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
I do not feel each letter any more than you see each letter separately when you read.
Then he evidently retracted his favourable judgment, why I do not know.
But I do not blame any one.
With this machine movable type shuttles can be used, and one can have several shuttles, each with a different set of characters--Greek, French, or mathematical, according to the kind of writing one wishes to do on the typewriter.
I do not know why it is, but stories in which animals are made to talk and act like human beings have never appealed to me very strongly.
I do not think that the knowledge which I have gained of its history and sources compensates me for the unpleasant details it has forced upon my attention.
I do not remember a time since I have been capable of loving books that I have not loved Shakespeare.
Thus it is that Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree-top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I gave evidence of things unseen.
If I do not succeed they resort to dumb show.
Sometimes I make a mistake and do the wrong thing.
I have often been asked, "Do not people bore you?"
I do not understand quite what that means.
I do like to read in my book. you do love me.
I do love you.
I do love you.
We do have fun with Jumbo.
Mrs. Hopkins did send me lovely ring, I do love her and little blind girls.
Men and boys do make carpets in mills.
Men do cut sheep's wool off with large shears, and send it to the mill.
Men and women do make wool cloth in mills.
Men and boys and girls and women do pick cotton.
We do make thread and cotton dresses of cotton.
I do love good girls.
When she felt the maps and blackboards she asked, "Do men go to school?"
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
I do love to play with little sister.
I do love Robert and teacher.
I do love to run and hop and skip with Robert in bright warm sun.
I do read stories in my book about lions and tigers and bears.
Nancy is sick again, new teeth do make her ill.
I am tired now and I do want to go down stairs.
We came home in horse cars because it was Sunday and steam cars do not go often on Sunday.
Conductors and engineers do get very tired and go home to rest.
What did I do when I was six years old?
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
The other day I broke my doll's head off; but that was not a dreadful accident, because dolls do not live and feel, like people.
Do not forget to give my love to Miss Calliope Kehayia and Mr. Francis Demetrios Kalopothakes.
I do want you to come back to me soon.
I do not know what I shall do in the afternoon yet.
Please do not forget to send me some pretty presents to hang on my tree.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
Do you think the lovely moon was glad that I could speak to her?
I did not know then that it was very naughty to do so.
I do not see how we can help thinking about God when He is so good to us all the time.
But do you not think that God is happy too because you are happy?
And He is happier than any of us because He is greater than any of us, and also because He not merely SEES your happiness as we do, but He also MADE it.
Do write to me soon again, directing your letter to Boston.
Perhaps people would be better in a great many ways, for they could not fight as they do now.
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
Do they miss their mistress very much?
If you do come, you will want to ask the kind people of Boston to help brighten Tommy's whole life.
Do you think Mrs. Spaulding would help me, if I wrote to her?
I shall be so disappointed if my little plans fail, because I have wanted for a long time to do something for the poor little ones who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
Do you like to ride?
I do not write on a Braille tablet, as you suppose, but on a grooved board like the piece which I enclose.
I received several, and I do not know which was from you.
I do try not to mourn his death too sadly.
I do try to think that he is still near, very near; but sometimes the thought that he is not here, that I shall not see him when I go to Boston,--that he is gone,--rushes over my soul like a great wave of sorrow.
I suppose you feel so, too, when you gaze up to the stars in the stillness of the night, do you not?...
But I do not think so.
I was only doing as the Canadians do, while I was in their country, and besides I honor England's good queen.
Oh, I do so hope and pray that I shall speak well some day!...
In a prefatory note which Miss Sullivan wrote for St. Nicholas, she says that people frequently said to her, "Helen sees more with her fingers than we do with our eyes."
Every day I find how little I know, but I do not feel discouraged since God has given me an eternity in which to learn more.
I do not know what books we have, but I think it is a miscellaneous (I think that is the word) collection....
It was so hard to lose him, he was the best and kindest of friends, and I do not know what we shall do without him....
I do wish you could come and see for yourself what a beautiful school it is!
It is such a delight to be with the other girls, and do everything that they do.
I do think I could work all day long without feeling tired if they would let me.
I find I get on faster, and do better work with Mr. Keith than I did in the classes at the Cambridge School, and I think it was well that I gave up that kind of work.
I wish it were not such a bother to move, especially as we have to do it so often!...
Do you know, I cannot help feeling sorry for these trees with all their fashionable airs?
I do miss Red Farm and the dear ones there dreadfully; but I am not unhappy.
Why, I can do long, complicated quadratic equations in my head quite easily, and it is great fun!
Well, I must confess, I do not like the sign-language, and I do not think it would be of much use to the deaf-blind.
I do hope I shall see her sometime...
Consequently, I did not do so well as I should have done, if Teacher had been allowed to read the Algebra and Geometry to me.
Not only do we enjoy being together; but we also find our little home most delightful.
She said I had already shown the world that I could do the college work, by passing all my examinations successfully, in spite of many obstacles.
She said she did not consider a degree of any real value, but thought it was much more desirable to do something original than to waste one's energies only for a degree.
Why, you yourself seem to think that I taught you American braille, when you do not know a single letter in the system!
I do not think I have told you that my dear teacher is reading "The Faery Queen" to me.
I do believe I sleep on books every night!
Do tell me what you think about Dr. Bell's suggestion.
Tell me truly, do you think me as bad as that?
Please do not think either of these very unpleasant thoughts.
How in the world do the papers find out everything, I wonder.
Without it I do not see how I could go to college.
What is remarkable in her career is already accomplished, and whatever she may do in the future will be but a relatively slight addition to the success which distinguishes her now.
She seems to be more nervous than she really is, because she expresses more with her hands than do most English-speaking people.
Her life has been a series of attempts to do whatever other people do, and to do it as well.
She suggests herself that she can know them better than we do, because she can get the true dimensions and appreciate more immediately the solid nature of a sculptured figure.
The books are not heavy, because the leaves with the raised type do not lie close.
Miss Keller does not as a rule read very fast, but she reads deliberately, not so much because she feels the words less quickly than we see then, as because it is one of her habits of mind to do things thoroughly and well.
It was said of old time, 'Lord forgive them, they know not what they do!'
After thinking a little while, she added, 'I think Shakespeare made it very terrible so that people would see how fearful it is to do wrong.'
I do not doubt that she derived from them much pleasure and not a little profit.
That remains for her to do at another time.
Her untaught, unsatisfied hands destroy whatever they touch because they do not know what else to do with things.
Then it occurred to me that it was useless to continue the struggle--I must do something to turn the current of her thoughts.
Don't worry; I'll do my best and leave the rest to whatever power manages that which we cannot.
I very soon made up my mind that I could do nothing with Helen in the midst of the family, who have always allowed her to do exactly as she pleased.
To get her to do the simplest thing, such as combing her hair or washing her hands or buttoning her boots, it was necessary to use force, and, of course, a distressing scene followed.
I had a good, frank talk with Mrs. Keller, and explained to her how difficult it was going to be to do anything with Helen under the existing circumstances.
She devoted herself to her dolls the first evening, and when it was bedtime she undressed very quietly, but when she felt me get into bed with her, she jumped out on the other side, and nothing that I could do would induce her to get in again.
She played with her dolls more than usual, and would have nothing to do with me.
I realize that it hurts to see their afflicted little child punished and made to do things against her will.
After supper we go to my room and do all sorts of things until eight, when I undress the little woman and put her to bed.
He sees people do things, and he tries to do them.
I shall do all I can to interest and stimulate it, and wait for results.
I used my little stock of beads, cards and straws at first because I didn't know what else to do; but the need for them is past, for the present at any rate.
Nothing would do but I must go somewhere with her to see something.
It is hard to know what to do with her.
If, indeed, they apply to me even remotely, I do not see that I deserve any laudation on that account.
It gives her something to do, and keeps her quiet, which I think is desirable while this enervating weather lasts.
I asked what was the matter, and she said, "Much (many) teeth do make Nancy sick."
Helen do love mother.
All that we do know certainly is that she has a good memory and imagination and the faculty of association.
I do wish things would stop being born!
The only thing for me to do in a perplexity is to go ahead, and learn by making mistakes.
Mrs. Keller took the baby in her arms, and when we had succeeded in pacifying her, I asked Helen, "What did you do to baby?"
I do not wonder you were surprised to hear that I was going to write something for the report.
She talks a great deal about what she will do when she goes to Boston.
The other day she asked, "What do my eyes do?"
I then said to her with the finger alphabet, "wind fast," or "wind slow," holding her hands and showing her how to do as I wished.
Do you remember what a happy time we had last Christmas?
She likes stories that make her cry--I think we all do, it's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing particular to be sad about.
I do not think anyone can read, or talk for that matter, until he forgets words and sentences in the technical sense.
Constant repetition makes it easier to learn how to spell a word.
What would happen, do you think, if some one should try to measure our intelligence by our ability to define the commonest words we use?
The ring you sent her was in the toe of the stocking, and when I told her you gave it to Santa Claus for her, she said, "I do love Mrs. Hopkins."
Helen was petted and caressed enough to spoil an angel; but I do not think it is possible to spoil her, she is too unconscious of herself, and too loving.
What will you do with the dollar?
I do not love fierce animals.
I do not like sick.
I wonder if the days seem as interminable to you as they do to me.
Do you realize that this is the last letter I shall write to you for a long, long time?
Do you remember Dr. Garcelon, who was Governor of Maine several years ago?
He took us to drive one afternoon, and wanted to give Helen a doll; but she said: I do not like too many children.
I said: Why do you write those sentences on the board?
They are not very wrong to eat too many grapes because they do not know much.
I do not know where he was going because he was a little strange boy.
I do love them.
If I suggest her leaving a problem in arithmetic until the next day, she answers, "I think it will make my mind stronger to do it now."
She was quiet for a moment, and then asked, with spirit: How do you know that I cannot understand?
I have always talked to Helen exactly as I would talk to a seeing and hearing child, and I have insisted that other people should do the same.
Do not let the cat get the mouse.
When she read, "Do not let the cat get the mouse!" she recognized the negation in the sentence, and seemed to know that the cat must not get the mouse.
After a moment she went on: A. says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can be made out of love.
Later she said: I do not know if Mother Nature made me.
I think my mother got me from heaven, but I do not know where that place is.
I wish to write about things I do not understand.
Why cannot we know as much about heaven as we do about foreign countries?
At another time she asked, "Do you not think we would be very much happier always, if we did not have to die?"
When told recently that Hungarians were born musicians, she asked in surprise, "Do they sing when they are born?"
We do not take in a sentence word by word, but as a whole.
True, single words do suggest and express ideas; the child may say simply "mamma" when he means "Where is mamma?" but he learns the expression of the ideas that relate to mamma--he learns language--by hearing complete sentences.
There is, then, a good deal that Miss Sullivan has done for Miss Keller which no other teacher can do in just the same way for any one else.
And the one to do it is the parent or the special teacher, not the school.
Miss Keller will never be able, I believe, to speak loud without destroying the pleasant quality and the distinctness of her words, but she can do much to make her speech clearer.
Some understand her readily; others do not.
How do the blind girls know what to say with their mouths?
Why do you not teach me to talk like them?
Do deaf children ever learn to speak?
Why, I use speech constantly, and I cannot begin to tell you how much pleasure it gives me to do so.
Do not think of to-days failures, but of the success that may come to-morrow.
And what do you think he did next!
He stood still a moment to look about him, and think what he should do first.
Do you like my day-dream?
If you do, perhaps I will dream again for you some time.
He has two neighbours, who live still farther north; one is King Winter, a cross and churlish old monarch, who is hard and cruel, and delights in making the poor suffer and weep; but the other neighbour is Santa Claus, a fine, good-natured, jolly old soul, who loves to do good, and who brings presents to the poor, and to nice little children at Christmas.
Well, one day King Frost was trying to think of some good that he could do with his treasure; and suddenly he concluded to send some of it to his kind neighbour, Santa Claus, to buy presents of food and clothing for the poor, that they might not suffer so much when King Winter went near their homes.
"He will know how to make good use of the treasure," added Jack Frost; then he told the fairies not to loiter by the way, but to do his bidding quickly.
The fairies promised obedience and soon started on their journey, dragging the great glass jars and vases along, as well as they could, and now and then grumbling a little at having such hard work to do, for they were idle fairies, and liked play better than work.
At first King Frost was very angry, and the fairies trembled and crouched lower in their hiding-places, and I do not know what might have happened to them if just then a party of boys and girls had not entered the wood.
I do not know what I shall do.
'I thought everybody had the same thought about the leaves, but I do not know now.
I do not feel that I can add anything more that will be of interest.
The reason that we do not observe this process in ordinary children is, because we seldom observe them at all, and because they are fed from so many sources that the memories are confused and mutually destructive.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that MOTHER, FATHER, SISTER and TEACHER were among them.
I do not know whether the difference or the similarity in phrasing between the child's version and the woman's is the more remarkable.
Of course I do not refer to beautiful sentiments, but to the higher truths relating to everyday life.
I was very fond of bananas, and one night I dreamed that I found a long string of them in the dining-room, near the cupboard, all peeled and deliciously ripe, and all I had to do was to stand under the string and eat as long as I could eat.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.
But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship God in, they will do; will they not?
All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.
The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveller's cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same.
But how do the poor minority fare?
When I think of the benefactors of the race, whom we have apotheosized as messengers from heaven, bearers of divine gifts to man, I do not see in my mind any retinue at their heels, any carload of fashionable furniture.
But a man has no more to do with the style of architecture of his house than a tortoise with that of its shell: nor need the soldier be so idle as to try to paint the precise color of his virtue on his standard.
They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.
Why do you take up a handful of dirt?
If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself; and my shortcomings and inconsistencies do not affect the truth of my statement.
"But," says one, "you do not mean that the students should go to work with their hands instead of their heads?"
I do not mean that exactly, but I mean something which he might think a good deal like that; I mean that they should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end.
However, I should never have broken a horse or bull and taken him to board for any work he might do for me, for fear I should become a horseman or a herdsman merely; and if society seems to be the gainer by so doing, are we certain that what is one man's gain is not another's loss, and that the stable-boy has equal cause with his master to be satisfied?
To meet the objections of some inveterate cavillers, I may as well state, that if I dined out occasionally, as I always had done, and I trust shall have opportunities to do again, it was frequently to the detriment of my domestic arrangements.
I do not learn that the Indians ever troubled themselves to go after it.
Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviÃ¦: at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned?
"But what shall I do with my furniture?"--My gay butterfly is entangled in a spider's web then.
Probably I should not consciously and deliberately forsake my particular calling to do the good which society demands of me, to save the universe from annihilation; and I believe that a like but infinitely greater steadfastness elsewhere is all that now preserves it.
I can find you a Newfoundland dog that will do as much.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
Being superior to physical suffering, it sometimes chanced that they were superior to any consolation which the missionaries could offer; and the law to do as you would be done by fell with less persuasiveness on the ears of those who, for their part, did not care how they were done by, who loved their enemies after a new fashion, and came very near freely forgiving them all they did.
If you give money, spend yourself with it, and do not merely abandon it to them.
I do not value chiefly a man's uprightness and benevolence, which are, as it were, his stem and leaves.
If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing.
Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.
They say that characters were engraven on the bathing tub of King Tchingthang to this effect: "Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again."
If we do not get out sleepers, and forge rails, and devote days and nights to the work, but go to tinkering upon our lives to improve them, who will build railroads?
We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us.
For my part, I could easily do without the post-office.
I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.
I know a woodchopper, of middle age, who takes a French paper, not for news as he says, for he is above that, but to "keep himself in practice," he being a Canadian by birth; and when I ask him what he considers the best thing he can do in this world, he says, beside this, to keep up and add to his English.
This is about as much as the college-bred generally do or aspire to do, and they take an English paper for the purpose.
Most men do not know that any nation but the Hebrews have had a scripture.
We are underbred and low-lived and illiterate; and in this respect I confess I do not make any very broad distinction between the illiterateness of my townsman who cannot read at all and the illiterateness of him who has learned to read only what is for children and feeble intellects.
I do not wish to flatter my townsmen, nor to be flattered by them, for that will not advance either of us.
I watch the passage of the morning cars with the same feeling that I do the rising of the sun, which is hardly more regular.
Do they not talk and think faster in the depot than they did in the stage-office?
To do things "railroad fashion" is now the byword; and it is worth the while to be warned so often and so sincerely by any power to get off its track.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.
Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men.
The wildest animals do not repose, but seek their prey now; the fox, and skunk, and rabbit, now roam the fields and woods without fear.
I do not flatter myself, but if it be possible they flatter me.
What do we want most to dwell near to?
As for lodging, it is true they were but poorly entertained, though what they found an inconvenience was no doubt intended for an honor; but as far as eating was concerned, I do not see how the Indians could have done better.
He, too, has heard of Homer, and, "if it were not for books," would "not know what to do rainy days," though perhaps he has not read one wholly through for many rainy seasons.
Could he do without factories?
"Good Lord"--said he, "a man that has to work as I do, if he does not forget the ideas he has had, he will do well.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
Do they not grow for woodchucks partly?
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.
The fruits do not yield their true flavor to the purchaser of them, nor to him who raises them for the market.
Moreover, the waves, I suspect, do not so much construct as wear down a material which has already acquired consistency.
But the only true America is that country where you are at liberty to pursue such a mode of life as may enable you to do without these, and where the state does not endeavor to compel you to sustain the slavery and war and other superfluous expenses which directly or indirectly result from the use of such things.
Do you ever fish?
I warn you, mothers, that my sympathies do not always make the usual phil-anthropic distinctions.
I think that I do not mistake.
They are but one appetite, and we only need to see a person do any one of these things to know how great a sensualist he is.
A voice said to him--Why do you stay here and live this mean moiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you?
How do you like the world to-day?
If it would do any good, I would whistle for them.
Why do precisely these objects which we behold make a world?
The woods do not yield another such a gem.
They never molested me seriously, though they bedded with me; and they gradually disappeared, into what crevices I do not know, avoiding winter and unspeakable cold.
I might have got good limestone within a mile or two and burned it myself, if I had cared to do so.
Neither could I do without them.
It was set on fire by mischievous boys, one Election night, if I do not mistake.
I do not see how he can ever die; Nature cannot spare him.
What do you mean by alarming the citadel at this time of night consecrated to me?
But I fear that he was not the wiser for all I told him, for every time I attempted to answer his questions he interrupted me by asking, "What do you do here?"
As I sounded through the ice I could determine the shape of the bottom with greater accuracy than is possible in surveying harbors which do not freeze over, and I was surprised at its general regularity.
It is because they do not obey the hint which God gives them, nor accept the pardon which he freely offers to all.
I do not suppose that I have attained to obscurity, but I should be proud if no more fatal fault were found with my pages on this score than was found with the Walden ice.
But why do I stay to mention these things?
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.
I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends.
Things do not change; we change.
God will see that you do not want society.
Do not seek so anxiously to be developed, to subject yourself to many influences to be played on; it is all dissipation.
Do not depend on the putty.
The only obligation which I have a right to assume is to do at any time what I think right.
I quarrel not with far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with, and do the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would be harmless.
They hesitate, and they regret, and sometimes they petition; but they do nothing in earnest and with effect.
Are there not many individuals in the country who do not attend conventions?
If I devote myself to other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them sitting upon another man's shoulders.
Why do they not dissolve it themselves--the union between themselves and the State--and refuse to pay their quota into its treasury?
Do not they stand in the same relation to the State, that the State does to the Union?
Why does it not encourage its citizens to be on the alert to point out its faults, and do better than it would have them?
A man has not everything to do, but something; and because he cannot do everything, it is not necessary that he should do something wrong.
I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves Abolitionists should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail through them.
The best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he entertained when he was poor.
I do not hear of men being forced to have this way or that by masses of men.
It may be in a great strait, and not know what to do: I cannot help that.
It must help itself; do as I do.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
But I think, again, This is no reason why I should do as they do, or permit others to suffer much greater pain of a different kind.
You do not resist cold and hunger, the winds and the waves, thus obstinately; you quietly submit to a thousand similar necessities.
You do not put your head into the fire.
I do not wish to split hairs, to make fine distinctions, or set myself up as better than my neighbors.
Associations formed elsewhere, springing from a feeling of humanity, or any other cause, have nothing whatever to do with it.
Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: Do you know the Abbe Morio?
No, but do promise!
"And what do you think of this latest comedy, the coronation at Milan?" asked Anna Pavlovna, "and of the comedy of the people of Genoa and Lucca laying their petitions before Monsieur Buonaparte, and Monsieur Buonaparte sitting on a throne and granting the petitions of the nations?
He explained this to her with as much gravity as if she had asked him to do it.
I do not know how far he was justified in saying so.
Do you consider that assassination shows greatness of soul? said the little princess, smiling and drawing her work nearer to her.
He could not do that.
"But, my dear Monsieur Pierre," said she, "how do you explain the fact of a great man executing a duc--or even an ordinary man who--is innocent and untried?"
"How do you expect him to answer you all at once?" said Prince Andrew.
They listened to the French sentences which to them were meaningless, with an air of understanding but not wishing to appear to do so.
"Do you know, you are a terrible chap for all your innocent airs," continued the vicomte.
In my opinion perpetual peace is possible but--I do not know how to express it... not by a balance of political power....
What do you think?
Only I haven't the least idea what I am to do; I wanted to consult you seriously.
I'll do the same thing! he suddenly cried.
"Let him do it, let him do it," said Dolokhov, smiling.
"It was all they could do to rescue the poor man," continued the visitor.
"Why do you say this young man is so rich?" asked the countess, turning away from the girls, who at once assumed an air of inattention.
"But do you know, my dear, that was a capital joke," said the count; and seeing that the elder visitor was not listening, he turned to the young ladies.
"So do come and dine with us!" he said.
How do you do, my dear?
Do you want the carriage? he asked his mother with a smile.
What's one to do, my dear?
Well, if you do, so much the better, and you can go back to her!
Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....
"You always manage to do things at the wrong time," continued Vera.
Even in the country do we get any rest?
I couldn't possibly do it.
He said to me, 'I am sorry I can do so little for you, dear Princess.
But, Nataly, you know my love for my son: I would do anything for his happiness!
But I have promised and will do it for your sake.
"What do the doctors say?" asked the princess after a pause, her worn face again expressing deep sorrow.
"How do you do, cousin?" said Pierre.
"Do you remember me?" asked Boris quietly with a pleasant smile.
Do you remember how we went to the Sparrow Hills with Madame Jacquot?...
And what do you think of the Boulogne expedition?
"Moscow has nothing else to do but gossip," Boris went on.
Do you suppose I... who could think?...
"It is dreadful, dreadful!" she was saying, "but cost me what it may I shall do my duty.
But why do you expect that he will leave us anything?
Do you wish it brought at once?
"Connaissez-vous le Proverbe: * 'Jerome, Jerome, do not roam, but turn spindles at home!'?" said Shinshin, puckering his brows and smiling.
Do you think the French are here?
Do you remember how we and Nicholas, all three of us, talked in the sitting room after supper?
Do you think so?...
"Do you know, that fat Pierre who sat opposite me is so funny!" said Natasha, stopping suddenly.
Do you know the Daniel Cooper?
The other couples could not attract a moment's attention to their own evolutions and did not even try to do so.
"Do you think he can last till morning?" asked the German, addressing Lorrain in French which he pronounced badly.
"And I?" he said; "do you think it is easier for me?
Do you know I have sent for Pierre?
Do you understand that in consideration of the count's services, his request would be granted?...
The princess smiled as people do who think they know more about the subject under discussion than those they are talking with.
"Do you or do you not know where that will is?" insisted Prince Vasili, his cheeks twitching more than ever.
"Do you or do you not know where that will is?" insisted Prince Vasili, his cheeks twitching more than ever.
Do not let us lose any time...
"Ah, my friend!" she said, touching his arm as she had done her son's when speaking to him that afternoon, "believe me I suffer no less than you do, but be a man!"
He went up to him, took his hand (a thing he never used to do), and drew it downwards as if wishing to ascertain whether it was firmly fixed on.
"If you do not understand these sentiments," he seemed to be saying, "so much the worse for you!"
Pierre hesitated, not knowing what to do, and glanced inquiringly at his guide.
Once more Pierre looked questioningly at Anna Mikhaylovna to see what he was to do next.
Come, my dear Anna Mikhaylovna, let Catiche do as she pleases.
Why do you remain silent when heaven knows who permits herself to interfere, making a scene on the very threshold of a dying man's room?
"This won't do, Princess; it won't do," said he, when Princess Mary, having taken and closed the exercise book with the next day's lesson, was about to leave: "Mathematics are most important, madam!
A propos of marriages: do you know that a while ago that universal auntie Anna Mikhaylovna told me, under the seal of strict secrecy, of a plan of marriage for you.
Why do you suppose that I should look severely on your affection for that young man?
I understand such feelings in others, and if never having felt them I cannot approve of them, neither do I condemn them.
He says the count was the last representative but one of the great century, and that it is his own turn now, but that he will do all he can to let his turn come as late as possible.
I do not allow myself to judge him and would not have others do so.
Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note.
God has nothing to do with it!
She felt, as courtiers do when the Tsar enters, the sensation of fear and respect which the old man inspired in all around him.
Think as you please, but do this for my sake!
I do not think I have complained of my wife to you, Masha, or blamed her.
Why do you say all this to me?
What do you thank me for?
"I know that no one can help if nature does not do her work," said Prince Andrew, evidently confused.
I will do everything.
"I will do it all, Father," he said.
"I also wanted to ask you," continued Prince Andrew, "if I'm killed and if I have a son, do not let him be taken away from you--as I said yesterday... let him grow up with you....
I suppose they polish him up as they do the guns.
They might call a halt here or we'll have to do another four miles without eating.
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
"And how do you get on with the officers?" inquired Zherkov.
And Kutuzov smiled in a way that seemed to say, You are quite at liberty not to believe me and I don't even care whether you do or not, but you have no grounds for telling me so.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
If at least we had some women here; but there's nothing foh one to do but dwink.
I'll teach you what to do and show you what kind of rivet to use.
"Yes, please do," said Rostov.
Rostov shrugged his shoulders as much as to say: "Nor do I, but what's one to do?" and, having given his order, he returned to Telyanin.
"And I tell you, don't you dahe to do it!" shouted Denisov, rushing at the cadet to restrain him.
"Do you understand what you're saying?" he said in a trembling voice.
Oh, we do prize it, old fellow!
Well, what else do you want?...
Gentlemen, I'll do anything.
No one shall hear a word from me," said Rostov in an imploring voice, "but I can't apologize, by God I can't, do what you will!
Each time Prince Nesvitski tried to move on, soldiers and carts pushed him back again and pressed him against the railings, and all he could do was to smile.
"I will the bridge fire," he said in a solemn tone as if to announce that in spite of all the unpleasantness he had to endure he would still do the right thing.
But now, even if they do get peppered, the squadron may be recommended for honors and he may get a ribbon.
There's plenty to do still.
He was one of those, who, liking work, knew how to do it, and despite his indolence would sometimes spend a whole night at his writing table.
And why didn't you do it at seven in the morning?
Even I, a poor secretary of the Russian Embassy, do not feel any need in token of my joy to give my Franz a thaler, or let him go with his Liebchen to the Prater...
I confess I do not understand: perhaps there are diplomatic subtleties here beyond my feeble intelligence, but I can't make it out.
All that is beautiful, but what do we, I mean the Austrian court, care for your victories?
"But joking apart," said Prince Andrew, "do you really think the campaign is over?"
He has a passion for giving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can't do it, as you will see.
But where do you come from not to know what every coachman in the town knows?
"Do stop joking, Bilibin," cried Bolkonski.
Well, if need be, I shall do it no worse than others.
Do as you like.
I know nothing except that it was all I could do to get here.
Inform him that the general who signed that capitulation had no right to do so, and that no one but the Emperor of Russia has that right.
You know it won't do to leave your posts like this.
It's all the Frenchy can do to keep up with him.
Ouh! ouh! came peals of such healthy and good-humored laughter from the soldiers that it infected the French involuntarily, so much so that the only thing left to do seemed to be to unload the muskets, explode the ammunition, and all return home as quickly as possible.
"Glad to do our best, your ex'len-lency!" came a confused shout from the ranks.
"He higher iss dan I in rank," said the German colonel of the hussars, flushing and addressing an adjutant who had ridden up, "so let him do what he vill, but I cannot sacrifice my hussars...
The troops of the left flank, infantry and hussars alike, felt that the commander did not himself know what to do, and this irresolution communicated itself to the men.
But perhaps they may do it!
Though he thought of everything, considered everything, and did everything the best of officers could do in his position, he was in a state akin to feverish delirium or drunkenness.
"What do you want, your honor?" asked an artilleryman, standing close by, who heard him muttering.
It was all that they could do to get the guns up the rise aided by the infantry, and having reached the village of Gruntersdorf they halted.
The general had so wished to do this and was so sorry he had not managed to do it that it seemed to him as if it had really happened.
What do they want?
She looked at her niece, as if inquiring what she was to do with these people.
She paused, as women always do, expecting something after they have mentioned their age.
I will invite two or three people, and if he does not understand what he ought to do then it will be my affair--yes, my affair.
I do not know, but it will certainly happen! thought Pierre, glancing at those dazzling shoulders close to his eyes.
"Do you hear how he's walking?" said Tikhon, drawing the architect's attention to the sound of the prince's footsteps.
She thought: "If I seem not to notice he will think that I do not sympathize with him; if I seem sad and out of spirits myself, he will say (as he has done before) that I'm in the dumps."
Do you want anything?
"No, it will not do," she said decidedly, clasping her hands.
Now please, do it for my sake.
"You must do as you please," said Prince Bolkonski, bowing to his daughter-in-law, "but she need not make a fool of herself, she's plain enough as it is."
"Well, do you think I shall prevent her, that I can't part from her?" said the old prince angrily.
I try to be reserved because in the depth of my soul I feel too near to him already, but then he cannot know what I think of him and may imagine that I do not like him.
"I do not know what you think, Father," whispered the princess.
But I do not know, Father!
I love you more than ever," said Princess Mary, "and I will try to do all I can for your happiness."
Do you wish or not to be Prince Anatole Kuragin's wife?
I will do all I can to arrange the match between them.
Auntie, darling, do tell me what it is!
Do you remember him?
Do I remember Nicholas?
"No, Sonya, but do you remember so that you remember him perfectly, remember everything?" said Natasha, with an expressive gesture, evidently wishing to give her words a very definite meaning.
The universal experience of ages, showing that children do grow imperceptibly from the cradle to manhood, did not exist for the countess.
He wanted to pinch him, push him, do anything but kiss him--a thing everybody did.
Why do you shout so?
Do go somewhere, anywhere... to the devil!" he exclaimed, and immediately seizing him by the shoulder and looking amiably into his face, evidently wishing to soften the rudeness of his words, he added, "Don't be hurt, my dear fellow; you know I speak from my heart as to an old acquaintance."
It is some letter of recommendation... what the devil do I want it for!
Without boasting, you know, I may say that I know the Army Orders by heart and know the Regulations as well as I do the Lord's Prayer.
And what do you think, Count?
Prince Andrew, who liked to help young men, was flattered by being asked for his assistance and being well disposed toward Boris, who had managed to please him the day before, he wished to do what the young man wanted.
Come to me after the review and we will do what is possible.
At a time of such love, such rapture, and such self-sacrifice, what do any of our quarrels and affronts matter?
But this is what we'll do: I have a good friend, an adjutant general and an excellent fellow, Prince Dolgorukov; and though you may not know it, the fact is that now Kutuzov with his staff and all of us count for nothing.
And do you know, my dear fellow, it seems to me that Bonaparte has decidedly lost bearings, you know that a letter was received from him today for the Emperor.
Do you know the tale about him and Count Markov?
You know I should be very glad to do all in my power both for you and for this dear young man.
Can't you do it more gently? said the Emperor apparently suffering more than the dying soldier, and he rode away.
"If we fought before," he said, "not letting the French pass, as at Schon Grabern, what shall we not do now when he is at the front?
"Well, how d'you do, my dear fellow?" said Dolgorukov, who was sitting at tea with Bilibin.
"I will do so," said Prince Andrew, moving away from the map.
What do you think he replied?
Langeron's objections were valid but it was obvious that their chief aim was to show General Weyrother--who had read his dispositions with as much self-confidence as if he were addressing school children--that he had to do, not with fools, but with men who could teach him something in military matters.
You have heard them, and we shall all do our duty.
What do you make of it? said Rostov to the hussar beside him.
Do not break your ranks on the plea of removing the wounded!
How it would come about he did not know, but he felt sure it would do so.
"Do order them to form into battalion columns and go round the village!" he said angrily to a general who had ridden up.
Kindly do as you are ordered.
"That is just why I do not begin, sire," said Kutuzov in a resounding voice, apparently to preclude the possibility of not being heard, and again something in his face twitched--"That is just why I do not begin, sire, because we are not on parade and not on the Empress' Field," said clearly and distinctly.
* "Indeed, Sire, we shall do everything it is possible to do, Sire."
"Glad to do our best!" shouted the soldiers.
"How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky!
Turning the horse sharply, he again jumped the ditch, and deferentially addressed the horseman with the white plumes, evidently suggesting that he should do the same.
The nearest soldiers shrank back, the gun driver stopped his horse, but from behind still came the shouts: Onto the ice, why do you stop?
How do you feel, mon brave?
What do you think?
"Do wake up, Vaska!" he went on, turning to Denisov, whose head was again nodding.
It makes it as if you were marrying her because you must, and that wouldn't do at all.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
"Really, Papa, I believe Prince Bagration worried himself less before the battle of Schon Grabern than you do now," said his son with a smile.
That's so, your excellency, all they have to do is to eat a good dinner, but providing it and serving it all up, that's not their business!
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.
Yes, if it were true, but I do not believe it.
And do you feel quite calm?
His left hand he held carefully back, because he wished to support his right hand with it and knew he must not do so.
How do you feel? he asked.
Rostov went on ahead to do what was asked, and to his great surprise learned that Dolokhov the brawler, Dolokhov the bully, lived in Moscow with an old mother and a hunchback sister, and was the most affectionate of sons and brothers.
He lay down on the sofa meaning to fall asleep and forget all that had happened to him, but could not do so.
How did I come to do it?"--"Because you married her," answered an inner voice.
Pierre was one of those people who, in spite of an appearance of what is called weak character, do not seek a confidant in their troubles.
He knew that he must do something to put an end to this suffering, but what he wanted to do was too terrible.
"Father," she said, "do not turn away from me, let us weep together."
Do you feel it?
His coming had nothing to do with her sufferings or with their relief.
Those pranks in Petersburg when they played some tricks on a policeman, didn't they do it together?
Few people do understand him.
There now, I like your Denisov though he is a rake and all that, still I like him; so you see I do understand.
And do you know he has fallen in love with Sonya?
Please do! said Natasha.
Do you know, Nicholas--don't be angry--but I know you will not marry her.
There was the fact that only those came who wished to dance and amuse themselves as girls of thirteen and fourteen do who are wearing long dresses for the first time.
"Please, Vasili Dmitrich," Natasha was saying, "do come!"
She can do anything with me! said Denisov, and he unhooked his saber.
Natasha guessed what he meant to do, and abandoning herself to him followed his lead hardly knowing how.
Do you remember we had a talk about cards...
What's he to do if he has such luck?...
"My cousin has nothing to do with this and it's not necessary to mention her!" he exclaimed fiercely.
Why do they want to make her sing?
I come to ask you what to do, and you call it 'nonsense!'
Well then, what do you want?
Do you want me to go and tell him? said the countess smiling.
No, I will do it myself, only tell me what to say.
No, but you are so nice... but it won't do...not that... but as a friend, I shall always love you.
"I have hundreds of rubles I don't know what to do with, and she stands in her tattered cloak looking timidly at me," he thought.
"I ought to tell you that I do not believe... do not believe in God," said Pierre, regretfully and with an effort, feeling it essential to speak the whole truth.
You do not know Him and that is why you are unhappy.
"I do not understand," said Pierre, feeling with dismay doubts reawakening.
A man offended you and you shot him, and you say you do not know God and hate your life.
The Mason cleared his throat huskily, as old men do, and called his servant.
But do not suppose me to be so bad.
Do you wish to enter the Brotherhood of Freemasons under my sponsorship?
"Yes, I do wish it," said he.
"One more question, Count," he said, "which I beg you to answer in all sincerity--not as a future Mason but as an honest man: have you renounced your former convictions--do you believe in God?"
"Yes, I do believe in God," he repeated.
To Pierre's inquiries as to what he must do and how he should answer, Willarski only replied that brothers more worthy than he would test him and that Pierre had only to tell the truth.
Why have you, who do not believe in the truth of the light and who have not seen the light, come here?
What do you seek from us?
And after a pause, he added: "But beware, dear brother, that these gloves do not deck hands that are unclean."
Forgive thy enemy, do not avenge thyself except by doing him good.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
Whatever the European sovereigns and commanders may do to countenance Bonaparte, and to cause me, and us in general, annoyance and mortification, our opinion of Bonaparte cannot alter.
The head of the garrison at Glogau, with ten thousand men, asks the King of Prussia what he is to do if he is summoned to surrender....
The mails are taken to the field marshal's room, for he likes to do everything himself.
So energetically do we pursue this aim that after crossing an unfordable river we burn the bridges to separate ourselves from our enemy, who at the moment is not Bonaparte but Buxhowden.
Prince Andrew longed to snatch up, to squeeze, to hold to his heart, this helpless little creature, but dared not do so.
Yes, yes, do so.
"How easy it is, how little effort it needs, to do so much good," thought Pierre, "and how little attention we pay to it!"
This gratitude reminded him of how much more he might do for these simple, kindly people.
They went out and walked about till dinnertime, talking of the political news and common acquaintances like people who do not know each other intimately.
To live only so as not to do evil and not to have to repent is not enough.
No, I shall not agree with you, and you do not really believe what you are saying.
The same love of others, a desire to do something for them, a desire for their approval.--So I lived for others, and not almost, but quite, ruined my life.
"But what do you mean by living only for yourself?" asked Pierre, growing excited.
Le prochain--your Kiev peasants to whom you want to do good.
What error or evil can there be in my wishing to do good, and even doing a little--though I did very little and did it very badly?
I should be thankful to do nothing, but here on the one hand the local nobility have done me the honor to choose me to be their marshal; it was all I could do to get out of it.
And why do you serve?
His eyes glittered feverishly while he tried to prove to Pierre that in his actions there was no desire to do good to his neighbor.
No, but why do you think so?
Pierre suddenly began, lowering his head and looking like a bull about to charge, why do you think so?
I myself thought like that, and do you know what saved me?
Well, what do you think about it?
What do I think about it?
Why do I alone not see what you see?
"Do you believe in a future life?" he asked.
"Andrew, do leave off," said Princess Mary.
Well, and what do you think?
"Now, why need you do it?" said Princess Mary.
"How do you find Andrew?" she added hurriedly, not giving him time to reply to her affectionate words.
When Pierre had gone and the members of the household met together, they began to express their opinions of him as people always do after a new acquaintance has left, but as seldom happens, no one said anything but what was good of him.
It was very bitter, but they wandered about the fields seeking it and dug it out with their sabers and ate it, though they were ordered not to do so, as it was a noxious plant.
Rostov took the joke as an insult, flared up, and said such unpleasant things to the officer that it was all Denisov could do to prevent a duel.
I enter, and at the table... who do you think?
Oh, do the best you can!
"What do you want, sir?" said the doctor.
What do you want?
The bullets having spared you, do you want to try typhus?
So you don't want to do anything?
On the contrary, I will do what I can.
He could not himself go to the general in attendance as he was in mufti and had come to Tilsit without permission to do so, and Boris, even had he wished to, could not have done so on the following day.
After all, people do go in....
"Whom do you want?" someone inquired.
I cannot do it, General.
Our business is to do our duty, to fight and not to think!
Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies.
During this journey he, as it were, considered his life afresh and arrived at his old conclusion, restful in its hopelessness: that it was not for him to begin anything anew--but that he must live out his life, content to do no harm, and not disturbing himself or desiring anything.
Do wake up, Sonya! she said almost with tears in her voice.
Do just come and see what a moon!...
I do not approve of it, said Arakcheev, rising and taking a paper from his writing table.
Mon cher, even in this case you can't do without Michael Mikhaylovich Speranski.
"What has Speranski to do with the army regulations?" asked Prince Andrew.
Speranski did not shift his eyes from one face to another as people involuntarily do on entering a large company and was in no hurry to speak.
"What do you mean?" asked Speranski quietly, lowering his eyes.
"I do not dispute that, but it cannot be denied that court privileges have attained the same end," returned Prince Andrew.
"If you will do me the honor of calling on me on Wednesday," he added, "I will, after talking with Magnitski, let you know what may interest you, and shall also have the pleasure of a more detailed chat with you."
Returned home for dinner and dined alone--the countess had many visitors I do not like.
Do you know it?
But I replied that I should be ashamed to do it, and suddenly everything vanished.
"Well, do you recognize your little madcap playmate?" asked the countess.
In her behavior to her mother Natasha seemed rough, but she was so sensitive and tactful that however she clasped her mother she always managed to do it without hurting her or making her feel uncomfortable or displeased.
No, do tell me! and she removed her hand.
What do you want of him?
How do you know?
It won't do, my love!
But this is what I'll do, Natasha, I'll have a talk with Boris.
What do you think?
I can't do it like that, said the maid who was holding Natasha's hair.
"Don't do it without me!" called Natasha.
You won't do it right.
That is the Dutch ambassador, do you see?
"There's someone else we know--Bolkonski, do you see, Mamma?" said Natasha, pointing out Prince Andrew.
They do not even seem to see me, or if they do they look as if they were saying, 'Ah, she's not the one I'm after, so it's not worth looking at her!'
"Why do I strive, why do I toil in this narrow, confined frame, when life, all life with all its joys, is open to me?" said he to himself.
Pierre was right when he said one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and now I do believe in it.
I wished to ask the countess and you to do me the honor of coming to tea and to supper.
So you will do me the favor.
What do you think?
What do you think of Natalie?
What do you think, Prince?
She felt that he wanted to say something to her but could not bring himself to do so.
"Well, dear heart," said he, "I wanted to tell you about it yesterday and I have come to do so today.
"But do listen," returned Prince Andrew, holding him by the arm.
Do you know the condition I am in?
"If only they would let me end my days as I want to," thought the old man, "then they might do as they please."
Do you give it to me? said Prince Andrew.
Do you love me?
Why do you say that?
I'll do anything! she said, suddenly checking her tears.
Do you like him?
Do you know I have entrusted him with our secret?
What had she to do with the justice or injustice of other people?
And what do you think, dear friend?
In spite of my wish to see you, I do not think so and do not want to do so.
I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother.
I do not think he would choose her for a wife, and frankly I do not wish it.
It seemed to Daniel irksome and improper to be in a room at all, but to have anything to do with a young lady seemed to him impossible.
He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.
"What would it be to Thee to do this for me?" he said to God.
Do you want a taste of this?... said the huntsman, pointing to his dagger and probably imagining himself still speaking to his foe.
Natasha, afraid that her brother would do something dreadful, had followed him in some excitement.
Now do you understand 'Uncle'? her expression said to Rostov.
"Do you play then?" asked Natasha.
"Maybe I do love a poor girl," said Nicholas to himself.
What do you want?
"What can I do with them?" thought Natasha.
"What can I do, where can I go?" thought she, as she went slowly along the passage.
What am I to do with myself?
"You always find something to do, but I can't," said Natasha.
Do you remember when I was punished once about some plums?
I remember that I came to you afterwards and wanted to comfort you, but do you know, I felt ashamed to.
"Sonya, do you remember?" asked Nicholas.
"Yes, yes, I do remember something too," Sonya answered timidly.
Of course I do, I remember his teeth as if I had just seen them.
And do you remember how we rolled hard-boiled eggs in the ballroom, and suddenly two old women began spinning round on the carpet?
Do you remember what fun it was?
"Do you know," said Natasha in a whisper, moving closer to Nicholas and Sonya, "that when one goes on and on recalling memories, one at last begins to remember what happened before one was in the world..."
How do I know what I was before?
Well, Mr. Hussar, and what regiment do you serve in? she asked Natasha.
"And how does one do it in a barn?" inquired Sonya.
"Natasha!" he whispered in French, "do you know I have made up my mind about Sonya?"
Do it for me....
"Now, Miss Sonya is sure to see something," whispered Dunyasha; "while you do nothing but laugh."
The countess, with a coldness her son had never seen in her before, replied that he was of age, that Prince Andrew was marrying without his father's consent, and he could do the same, but that she would never receive that intriguer as her daughter.
I have tried, and have always found that they too in the depths of their souls understand it as I do, and only try not to see it.
Sometimes he remembered how he had heard that soldiers in war when entrenched under the enemy's fire, if they have nothing to do, try hard to find some occupation the more easily to bear the danger.
"And if you allow yourself," he screamed in a fury, addressing Princess Mary for the first time, "to forget yourself again before her as you dared to do yesterday, I will show you who is master in this house.
Do you like him?
Why do you ask me that? said Princess Mary, still thinking of that morning's conversation with her father.
"Ah, how bitter it is to love someone near to you and to feel that..." she went on in a trembling voice, "that you can do nothing for him but grieve him, and to know that you cannot alter this.
"And how I pity her mother," she went on; "today she showed me her accounts and letters from Penza (they have enormous estates there), and she, poor thing, has no one to help her, and they do cheat her so!"
What do you think of it, my dear?
What do you want tomorrow?
And what have you to do yourself? she asked the count sternly.
One wants to do it peacefully and lovingly.
What do they matter to you?
And what do his father and sister matter to me?
"Do you recognize him?" said he.
"Do make me acquainted with your charming daughters," said she.
"And do you know, Countess," he said, suddenly addressing her as an old, familiar acquaintance, "we are getting up a costume tournament; you ought to take part in it!
Do come!" and putting out his hand to her bouquet and dropping his voice, he added, "You will be the prettiest there.
Do come, dear countess, and give me this flower as a pledge!
I don't care to have anything to do with Bezukhova and don't advise you to; however, if you've promised--go.
What can I do? said he.
"Do not think, however," she wrote, "that my father is ill-disposed toward you.
What will Nicholas, dear noble Nicholas, do when he hears of it?
She could not do such a thing!
What do you mean?
If he is an honorable man he should either declare his intentions or cease seeing you; and if you won't do this, I will.
Why do you think so badly of me?
Do you think I am not grateful?
With others Balaga bargained, charging twenty-five rubles for a two hours' drive, and rarely drove himself, generally letting his young men do so.
How d'you do, friend?
"I say, Balaga," said Anatole, putting his hands on the man's shoulders, "do you care for me or not?
Now, do me a service....
"Do you know, one Christmas I drove from Tver," said Anatole, smilingly at the recollection and turning to Makarin who gazed rapturously at him with wide-open eyes.
"Do you hear what I am saying or not?" she added.
Well, if he had carried you off... do you think they wouldn't have found him?
Pierre--only now realizing the danger to the old count, Nicholas, and Prince Andrew-- promised to do as she wished.
I do so regret having come here....
"Natalya Ilynichna," Pierre began, dropping his eyes with a feeling of pity for her and loathing for the thing he had to do, "whether it is true or not should make no difference to you, because..."
If you want me to do as you wish, eh?
"Posterity will do him justice," he concluded, and at once turned to Pierre.
I do not, and never did, like Speranski personally, but I like justice!
"I say, do you remember our discussion in Petersburg?" asked Pierre, "about..."
We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say, events the reasonableness of which we do not understand).
The more we try to explain such events in history reasonably, the more unreasonable and incomprehensible do they become to us.
There he is, do you see him?
Balashev did not do so at once, but continued to advance along the road at a walking pace.
"Your Emperor's orders are obeyed in your army, but here," said Davout, "you must do as you're told."
He could not utter them, though he wished to do so.
He evidently wanted to do all the talking himself, and continued to talk with the sort of eloquence and unrestrained irritability to which spoiled people are so prone.
"But what do I care about your allies?" said Napoleon.
That I do not... understand.
Has he not thought that I may do the same? and he turned inquiringly to Balashev, and evidently this thought turned him back on to the track of his morning's anger, which was still fresh in him.
"And let him know that I will do so!" said Napoleon, rising and pushing his cup away with his hand.
"Why do you say that?" replied Princess Mary.
Why do you say that, when you are going to this terrible war, and he is so old?
If I were a woman I would do so, Mary.
The men of that party, remembering Suvorov, said that what one had to do was not to reason, or stick pins into maps, but to fight, beat the enemy, keep him out of Russia, and not let the army get discouraged.
The only reasonable thing left to do is to conclude peace as soon as possible, before we are turned out of Petersburg.
Give him real power, for war cannot be conducted successfully without unity of command, and he will show what he can do, as he did in Finland.
And why do they all speak of a 'military genius'?
On receiving this letter, Nicholas did not even make any attempt to get leave of absence or to retire from the army, but wrote to his parents that he was sorry Natasha was ill and her engagement broken off, and that he would do all he could to meet their wishes.
And why do you stand there gaping?
Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!"
And did I do it for my country's sake?
Sometimes Natasha noticed embarrassment and awkwardness on his part in her presence, especially when he wanted to do something to please her, or feared that something they spoke of would awaken memories distressing to her.
"Teach me what I should do, how to live my life, how I may grow good forever, forever!" she pleaded.
I want nothing, wish for nothing; teach me what to do and how to use my will!
"Do, please, for heaven's sake, relieve me of something!" said the courier.
But why do you ask me?
"I don't know myself," Natasha answered quickly, "but I should not like to do anything you disapproved of.
What do you think?"--she was speaking hurriedly, evidently afraid her strength might fail her-- "Will he ever forgive me?
What do you think?
What do you think?
That'll do, that'll do--nonsense....
What do they mean by it?
What do I care?
I'll do all I can....
She tried to think of something else and to pray, but could do neither.
"What do you want, my pretty?" said Ilyin with a smile.
Without considering what he would do he moved unconciously with quick, resolute steps toward the crowd.
What do you want with him?... asked Karp.
What do you want?
Ah, how do you do, my dear prince?
How do you do, my dear boy?
But believe me, my dear boy, there is nothing stronger than those two: patience and time, they will do it all.
What's one to do? he asked, evidently expecting an answer.
"I'll tell you what to do," he continued, as Prince Andrew still did not reply: "I will tell you what to do, and what I do.
* (2) "When in doubt, my dear fellow, do nothing."
And why do they stay on so long in Moscow?
What do you mean? demanded Pierre, blushing.
Do you know what I heard today?
Do you know that she has lost her father?
But do you know who rescued her?
Where do you get your information from?
If you don't want to do this...
On reaching home Pierre gave orders to Evstafey--his head coachman who knew everything, could do anything, and was known to all Moscow--that he would leave that night for the army at Mozhaysk, and that his saddle horses should be sent there.
How do matters stand?...
The cavalry ride to battle and meet the wounded and do not for a moment think of what awaits them, but pass by, winking at the wounded.
Yesterday our left flank was there at Shevardino, you see, where the oak is, but now we have withdrawn our left wing--now it is over there, do you see that village and the smoke?
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
"This is what you must do," said Boris.
I will do the honors of the camp to you.
Then when we get back, do spend the night with me and we'll arrange a game of cards.
Well, you can do that later, but the chief thing is the left flank.
Those verses... those verses of Marin's... how do they go, eh?
Oh yes, and what do the masonic brothers say about war?
"Yes--that is, how do you mean?" said Pierre.
"Well, and what do you think of Kutuzov's appointment?" he asked.
What do you think of him?
He had no thought of betraying us, he tried to do the best he could, he thought out everything, and that is why he is unsuitable.
The fact is that those men with whom you have ridden round the position not only do not help matters, but hinder.
"One thing I would do if I had the power," he began again, "I would not take prisoners.
There was nothing left for them to do but cry "Vive l'Empereur!" and go to fight, in order to get food and rest as conquerors in Moscow.
Well, Rapp, do you think we shall do good business today?
"Do you remember, sire, what you did me the honor to say at Smolensk?" continued Rapp.
Let life go on in it unhindered and let it defend itself, it will do more than if you paralyze it by encumbering it with remedies.
"Do you know, Rapp, what military art is?" asked he.
Do you remember at Braunau he commanded an army for three weeks and did not once mount a horse to inspect his entrenchments....
Pierre, feeling out of place there, having nothing to do, and afraid of getting in someone's way again, galloped after the adjutant.
The adjutant looked at Pierre as if puzzled what to do with him now.
"What else do you expect?" answered the soldier.
If they've retired it's because there's work for them to do farther back.
For some seconds they gazed with frightened eyes at one another's unfamiliar faces and both were perplexed at what they had done and what they were to do next.
There for several hours amid incessant cannon and musketry fire, now Russians were seen alone, now Frenchmen alone, now infantry, and now cavalry: they appeared, fired, fell, collided, not knowing what to do with one another, screamed, and ran back again.
"Now then, what do you want?" asked Napoleon in the tone of a man irritated at being continually disturbed.
What do you say? asked Napoleon.
Then you do not think, like some others, that we must retreat?
There was nothing for him to do and no orders to be given.
I cannot, I do not wish to die.
There was something in this life I did not and do not understand.
You may go and kill whom you please, but I don't want to do so anymore!
Only when we have admitted the conception of the infinitely small, and the resulting geometrical progression with a common ratio of one tenth, and have found the sum of this progression to infinity, do we reach a solution of the problem.
It is merely necessary to select some larger or smaller unit as the subject of observation--as criticism has every right to do, seeing that whatever unit history observes must always be arbitrarily selected.
The peasants say that a cold wind blows in late spring because the oaks are budding, and really every spring cold winds do blow when the oak is budding.
But though I do not know what causes the cold winds to blow when the oak buds unfold, I cannot agree with the peasants that the unfolding of the oak buds is the cause of the cold wind, for the force of the wind is beyond the influence of the buds.
History must do the same.
Kutuzov's wish was to attack next day, and the whole army desired to do so.
People accustomed to think in that way forget, or do not know, the inevitable conditions which always limit the activities of any commander in chief.
Events and time do not wait.
The question for him now was: Have I really allowed Napoleon to reach Moscow, and when did I do so?
The army must retreat and the order to do so must be given.
They knew that it was for the army to fight, and that if it could not succeed it would not do to take young ladies and house serfs to the Three Hills quarter of Moscow to fight Napoleon, and that they must go away, sorry as they were to abandon their property to destruction.
He will do anything for me.
They do not talk, but act.
If they're sent out and brought back again later on it will do no harm, but as things are now one can't answer for anything.
And what do you think?
"Ah, how do you do, great warrior?" said Rostopchin as soon as the short man had left the room.
"But what did Klyucharev do wrong, Count?" asked Pierre.
What do I want with them?
"Which one do you want, Ma'am'selle?" said he, screwing up his eyes and smiling.
There now, young lady, you do take things into your head!
She had taken a cab and driven home by a side street and the cabman had told her that the people were breaking open the barrels at the drink store, having received orders to do so.
Do us the honor to come in, there's plenty of everything in the master's house.
Well, what of it... do what's necessary... said the count, muttering some indefinite order.
She was accustomed always to oppose anything announced in that timid tone and considered it her duty to do so.
Do as you please!
He had nothing to do in Moscow, but he had noticed that everyone in the army was asking for leave to visit Moscow and had something to do there.
But in general I can tell you, Papa, that such a heroic spirit, the truly antique valor of the Russian army, which they--which it" (he corrected himself) "has shown or displayed in the battle of the twenty-sixth-- there are no words worthy to do it justice!
Do you know what it's about?
What do you want?
Oh, do as you like!
"Look here," he added, taking Gerasim by a button of his coat and looking down at the old man with moist, shining, and ecstatic eyes, "I say, do you know that there is going to be a battle tomorrow?"
I beg you not to tell anyone who I am, and to do what I ask you.
I do not wish to utilize the fortunes of war to humiliate an honored monarch.
'Boyars,' I will say to them, 'I do not desire war, I desire the peace and welfare of all my subjects.'
However, I know their presence will inspire me, and I shall speak to them as I always do: clearly, impressively, and majestically.
The bees do not fly in the same way, the smell and the sound that meet the beekeeper are not the same.
They do not sting, but crawl away from danger.
Here and there a couple of bees, by force of habit and custom cleaning out the brood cells, with efforts beyond their strength laboriously drag away a dead bee or bumblebee without knowing why they do it.
In another corner two old bees are languidly fighting, or cleaning themselves, or feeding one another, without themselves knowing whether they do it with friendly or hostile intent.
Who do you want?
How can one do without government?
We too will take part..." the reader went on, and then paused ("Do you see," shouted the youth victoriously, "he's going to clear up the whole affair for you...."), "in destroying them, and will send these visitors to the devil.
We will do, completely do, and undo these scoundrels.
Do they think we're dogs? voices in the crowd were heard saying more and more frequently.
Not only did it seem to him (as to all administrators) that he controlled the external actions of Moscow's inhabitants, but he also thought he controlled their mental attitude by means of his broadsheets and posters, written in a coarse tone which the people despise in their own class and do not understand from those in authority.
Do you expect me to give you two battalions--which we have not got--for a convoy?
"But what do they want?" he asked the superintendent of police.
I don't need you to tell me what to do! exclaimed Rostopchin angrily.
But I did not do it for my own sake.
Then during the first day spent in inaction and solitude (he tried several times to fix his attention on the masonic manuscripts, but was unable to do so) the idea that had previously occurred to him of the cabalistic significance of his name in connection with Bonaparte's more than once vaguely presented itself.
"Yes, alone, for the sake of all, I must do it or perish!" he thought.
That will do, please, that will do.
"We French are merciful after victory, but we do not pardon traitors," he added, with a look of gloomy dignity and a fine energetic gesture.
Well, and what are we to do with this man? he added, addressing himself to Pierre as to a brother.
A strange feeling of weakness tied him to the spot; he wished to get up and go away, but could not do so.
"How do you say it?" the captain asked quickly and doubtfully.
Can I do anything for you?
But what do you think, Daniel Terentich?
The countess went up to her daughter and touched her head with the back of her hand as she was wont to do when Natasha was ill, then touched her forehead with her lips as if to feel whether she was feverish, and finally kissed her.
"Do lie down," she added crossly, and buried her face in the pillow.
He was dissatisfied because he knew by experience that if his patient did not die now, he would do so a little later with greater suffering.
He remembered that he had now a new source of happiness and that this happiness had something to do with the Gospels.
"Forgive me for what I ha-ve do-ne!" faltered Natasha in a scarcely audible, broken whisper, and began kissing his hand more rapidly, just touching it with her lips.
I'll do it, gasped Pierre rapidly.
Pierre felt that he had still much to do and to do quickly.
Do you know her?
Do you speak French?
"Do you speak French?" the officer asked again, keeping at a distance from Pierre.
Colonel Michaud, do not forget what I say to you here, perhaps we may recall it with pleasure someday...
It appears so to us because we see only the general historic interest of that time and do not see all the personal human interests that people had.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
"Whom do you mean, Aunt?" asked Nicholas.
Do you want me to do it?
Do you want me to do it?
I love her, and promised to marry her, and will do so....
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
What do I want?
Why do you come in without being called? cried Nicholas, quickly changing his attitude.
Sonya burst into hysterical tears and replied through her sobs that she would do anything and was prepared for anything, but gave no actual promise and could not bring herself to decide to do what was demanded of her.
Do you remember what I saw?
But before he had decided what to do, Davout raised his head, pushed his spectacles back on his forehead, screwed up his eyes, and looked intently at him.
There was a stir in the ranks of the soldiers and it was evident that they were all hurrying--not as men hurry to do something they understand, but as people hurry to finish a necessary but unpleasant and incomprehensible task.
You should do like this.
And do you feel sad here?
We had a well-to-do homestead, plenty of land, we peasants lived well and our house was one to thank God for.
Do you understand?' he says.
"Yes, I do," said Pierre.
He could do everything, not very well but not badly.
Whether it were difficult or easy, possible or impossible, she did not ask and did not want to know: it was her duty, not only to herself, to be near her brother who was perhaps dying, but to do everything possible to take his son to him, and so she prepared to set off.
It was plain that he was making an effort to listen, but could not do so.
No one else gives me that sense of soft tranquillity that you do... that light.
Well, what do you, what do you feel in your soul, your whole soul--shall I live?
What do you think?
Natasha felt happy and agitated, but at once remembered that this would not do and that he had to be quiet.
I need only advise anything and his Highness is sure to do the opposite, replied Bennigsen.
Really... what do you think?
But people who talk like that either do not know what they are talking about or deliberately deceive themselves.
The historians quite falsely represent Napoleon's faculties as having weakened in Moscow, and do so only because the results did not justify his actions.
He employed all his ability and strength to do the best he could for himself and his army, as he had done previously and as he did subsequently in 1813.
Lay your respect and confidence at his feet and do not delay to unite with us!
Speak to the captain when he makes his round, he will do anything for you.
Corporal, what will they do with the sick man?...
When that door was opened and the prisoners, crowding against one another like a flock of sheep, squeezed into the exit, Pierre pushed his way forward and approached that very captain who as the corporal had assured him was ready to do anything for him.
They advanced the few hundred paces that separated the bridge from the Kaluga road, taking more than an hour to do so, and came out upon the square where the streets of the Transmoskva ward and the Kaluga road converge, and the prisoners jammed close together had to stand for some hours at that crossway.
You damned rascal, where do you always hide it? said the voice of the man who was stretching himself, to the orderly.
"We don't do the French any harm," said Tikhon, evidently frightened by Denisov's words.
Denisov gave orders to let him do so.
"So then what do you think, Vasili Dmitrich?" said he to Denisov.
Only do let me into the very... into the chief...
Do you want something to eat?
"Oh, what can I do for him?" he thought, and opening the door he let the boy pass in first.
"Yes, and where do you put the others?" inquired Dolokhov.
I do not wish to take it on my conscience.
And to all Denisov's persuasions, Petya replied that he too was accustomed to do everything accurately and not just anyhow, and that he never considered personal danger.
But, noticing his mistake, he broke off short and, with a frown, greeted Dolokhov as a stranger, asking what he could do for him.
"Do you hear?" he asked.
We'll do some service tomorrow, said he, sniffing its nostrils and kissing it.
Do you know I have only just come back!
Some fellows do things just anyhow, without preparation, and then they're sorry for it afterwards.
Can you do it?
Well, and what do you think, dear friends?
Each drop tried to spread out and occupy as much space as possible, but others striving to do the same compressed it, sometimes destroyed it, and sometimes merged with it.
Do you understand, my child? said the teacher.
"Do you understand, damn you?" shouted a voice, and Pierre woke up.
The Russian army, expecting Napoleon to take the road to the right beyond the Dnieper--which was the only reasonable thing for him to do-- themselves turned to the right and came out onto the highroad at Krasnoe.
The others who could do so drove away too, leaving those who could not to surrender or die.
It was impossible first because--as experience shows that a three-mile movement of columns on a battlefield never coincides with the plans--the probability of Chichagov, Kutuzov, and Wittgenstein effecting a junction on time at an appointed place was so remote as to be tantamount to impossibility, as in fact thought Kutuzov, who when he received the plan remarked that diversions planned over great distances do not yield the desired results.
To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation.
Do please just leave me alone!
Miloradovich, who said he did not want to know anything about the commissariat affairs of his detachment, and could never be found when he was wanted--that chevalier sans peur et sans reproche * as he styled himself--who was fond of parleys with the French, sent envoys demanding their surrender, wasted time, and did not do what he was ordered to do.
Nor do words alone prove that only he understood the meaning of the events.
"That'll do, that'll do!" replied the sergeant major quietly.
Well, what do you think?
So,' he says, 'we tie our faces up with kerchiefs and turn our heads away as we drag them off: we can hardly do it.
And do you know, Daddy, the day before yesterday we ran at them and, my word, they didn't let us get near before they just threw down their muskets and went on their knees.
"You won't do it again, eh?" said one of the soldiers, winking and turning mockingly to Ramballe.
Do you want some more to eat?
The French did not need to be informed of the fact that half the prisoners--with whom the Russians did not know what to do- -perished of cold and hunger despite their captors' desire to save them; they felt that it could not be otherwise.
You, who have suffered so from the French, do not even feel animosity toward them.
Do you really not recognize her?
"Do you take vodka, Count?" asked Princess Mary, and those words suddenly banished the shadows of the past.
Supper was over, and Pierre who at first declined to speak about his captivity was gradually led on to do so.
I guessed it then when we met at the Sukharev tower, do you remember?
Do you know, Mary...
"Strange and impossible as such happiness seems, I must do everything that she and I may be man and wife," he told himself.
Well, Savelich, do you still not wish to accept your freedom?
"Do you know her?" asked Pierre.
No; I mean do you know Natasha Rostova?
Tell me what I am to do, dear princess! he added after a pause, and touched her hand as she did not reply.
"To speak to her now wouldn't do," said the princess all the same.
Pierre's insanity consisted in not waiting, as he used to do, to discover personal attributes which he termed "good qualities" in people before loving them; his heart was now overflowing with love, and by loving people without cause he discovered indubitable causes for loving them.
What do these reproaches mean?
I do not know why a certain event occurs; I think that I cannot know it; so I do not try to know it and I talk about chance.
I see a force producing effects beyond the scope of ordinary human agencies; I do not understand why this occurs and I talk of genius.
Even if they do not know for what purpose they are fattened, they will at least know that all that happened to the ram did not happen accidentally, and will no longer need the conceptions of chance or genius.
Owing to various diplomatic considerations the Russian armies--just those which might have destroyed his prestige--do not appear upon the scene till he is no longer there.
But the once proud and shrewd rulers of France, feeling that their part is played out, are even more bewildered than he, and do not say the words they should have said to destroy him and retain their power.
Do you now see that it was not he but I who moved you?
He disliked having anything to do with the domestic serfs--the "drones" as he called them--and everyone said he spoiled them by his laxity.
He did not allow himself either to be hard on or punish a man, or to make things easy for or reward anyone, merely because he felt inclined to do so.
He could not have said by what standard he judged what he should or should not do, but the standard was quite firm and definite in his own mind.
Often, speaking with vexation of some failure or irregularity, he would say: "What can one do with our Russian peasants?" and imagined that he could not bear them.
She did not understand why he spoke with such admiration and delight of the farming of the thrifty and well- to-do peasant Matthew Ermishin, who with his family had carted corn all night; or of the fact that his (Nicholas') sheaves were already stacked before anyone else had his harvest in.
Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good!
And to do that, order and strictness are essential....
"And fairness, of course," he added, "for if the peasant is naked and hungry and has only one miserable horse, he can do no good either for himself or for me."
But do I love my wife?
Without you, or when something comes between us like this, I seem lost and can't do anything.
Now do I love my finger?
Discussions and questions of that kind, which are like the question of how to get the greatest gratification from one's dinner, did not then and do not now exist for those for whom the purpose of a dinner is the nourishment it affords; and the purpose of marriage is the family.
"What do you think of this?" said he, unrolling a piece of stuff like a shopman.
What are we to do with her?
"Well, what would you do?" asked Denisov.
Did the Tugendbund which saved Europe" (they did not then venture to suggest that Russia had saved Europe) "do any harm?
One can do anything with him by tenderness.
All that the fondest mother could do for her son you have done and are doing for him, and of course I am glad of it.
But she knew she must not say this and that it would be useless to do so.
"Do you know what I am thinking about?" she asked.
Would he have approved of you now, do you think?
Do you remember how we quarreled?
Oh, do you know?
My whole idea is that if vicious people are united and constitute a power, then honest folk must do the same.
Whatever he may tell me, I will do it.
But someday I shall have finished learning, and then I will do something.
I will do better.
Yes, I will do something with which even he would be satisfied....
They do not recognize it as a power inherent in heroes and rulers, but as the resultant of a multiplicity of variously directed forces.
The man who explains the movement of the locomotive by the smoke that is carried back has noticed that the wheels do not supply an explanation and has taken the first sign that occurs to him and in his turn has offered that as an explanation.
But as soon as we do not admit that, it becomes essential to determine what is this power of one man over others.
Do palace revolutions--in which sometimes only two or three people take part--transfer the will of the people to a new ruler?
And these are the three ways in which the historians do explain the relation of the people to their rulers.
But what this program consists in these historians do not say, or if they do they continually contradict one another.
That is, power is power: in other words, power is a word the meaning of which we do not understand.
Not to speak of the fact that no description of the collective activity of men can do without the conception of power, the existence of power is proved both by history and by observing contemporary events.
Only by watching closely moment by moment the movement of that flow and comparing it with the movement of the ship do we convince ourselves that every bit of it is occasioned by the forward movement of the ship, and that we were led into error by the fact that we ourselves were imperceptibly moving.
They do not see that the role of the natural sciences in this matter is merely to serve as an instrument for the illumination of one side of it.
When we do not at all understand the cause of an action, whether a crime, a good action, or even one that is simply nonmoral, we ascribe a greater amount of freedom to it.
To convince myself of this I do not lift it the next moment.
Only by separating the two sources of cognition, related to one another as form to content, do we get the mutually exclusive and separately incomprehensible conceptions of freedom and inevitability.
Only by uniting them do we get a clear conception of man's life.
I meant... do I have time to fix you a hot lunch?
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
What do you mean, 'wow'?
We can only do so much.
Do you think Jonathan might feel left out when the new baby comes?
How many do you have?
Do you have a short-sleeved shirt in there for me?
"Do you eat so good?" he persisted.
How do you feel today, son?
With nothing more to do, she wandered in to watch him shave.
Dragging it up again wouldn't do either of them any good.
How do they feel about your father offering the estate to Alex?
Dulce watches you and tries to find things you do wrong.
He is very busy with Tessa tonight, do you think?
Do it next.
Do most of their parents know what is going on?
It is an important thing to do to help the sick and vulnerable.
What did they do to stop it getting worse in the future?
It was all they could do, for to go away and leave that strange sight was impossible; nor could they hurry its fall in any way.
Do not all people grow upon bushes where you came from, on the outside of the earth?
"How long do you live, after you are picked?" asked Dorothy.
Do I like fish?
Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
"Why do you not eat the damas?" asked the woman's voice.
"What harm can the Gurgles do?" asked Dorothy.
"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, anxiously.
Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.
"But I assure you, my good people, that I do not wish to rule the Emerald City," he added, earnestly.
He has won the race, and won it fairly; but what can a horse of flesh do against a tireless beast of wood?
"I don't b'lieve Eureka would do such a dreadful thing!" cried Dorothy, much distressed.
When I get my thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset them or throw them into confusion.
He would do many more before the war was over.
They wished to be ready to defend themselves, if the soldiers should try to do them harm.
He looked at the beast, and--what do you think it was?
I will stay at home and do as you wish.
But all along, they believed they would ultimately prevail—and not just win the war, but also do something epic that would change the course of history for all time.
I see how human ingenuity and new technologies have eliminated previously insoluble problems once we stand back and let free markets do what they do best: direct the allocation of capital to find a solution.
I don't dispute the cliché, "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it."
However, I often have thought that a second sentence should follow: "Also, those who do know history are doomed to repeat it."
Do you see the difference?
Will they do it?
Everything that I saw other people do I insisted upon imitating.
I do not remember when I first realized that I was different from other people; but I knew it before my teacher came to me.
Martha Washington understood my signs, and I seldom had any difficulty in making her do just as I wished.
When we arrived in Baltimore, Dr. Chisholm received us kindly: but he could do nothing.
That night, after I had hung my stocking, I lay awake a long time, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see what Santa Claus would do when he came.
What do they mean to you?
We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking.
What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.
But why do men degenerate ever?
"Do you wish to buy any baskets?" he asked.
"No, we do not want any," was the reply.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
"What would you have me do?" he said at last.
Mademoiselle Bourienne would do the honors of Bogucharovo for him.
Dear friend, I can do nothing.
We do not grudge them anything.
How do biscuits and scrambled eggs sound?
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
It is hard to do whenever it induces in its possessor the belief that he cannot be checked by any existing larger accumulation of power.
Just let the HIV do what it is going to do.
"Where do you come from, then?" asked the woman, in a curious tone.
It perplexed even Jellia Jamb, for a time, to know what to do with the animal.
She wants to do business as a limited liability company, so she creates an LLC online for $200.
But this he was unable to do, for he received tidings that the French had unexpectedly advanced, and had barely time to remove his own family and valuables from his estate.
Speak to him; I can do nothing, nothing, and don't want to....
She replied that she had never doubted his devotion and that she was ready to do anything for him and for the peasants.
So many different eyes, old and young, were fixed on her, and there were so many different faces, that she could not distinguish any of them and, feeling that she must speak to them all at once, did not know how to do it.
"We are all very thankful for your bounty, but it won't do for us to take the landlord's grain," said a voice at the back of the crowd.
No. Do they ever have a formal dinner?
I understand that you could not, and cannot, think of yourself, but with my love for you I must do so....
"Do all your people grow on bushes?" asked the boy.
Do you want a boy or a girl, Dad?