He says he has a cold.
Has anybody ever told you that you're beautiful?
He has lived more than eighty years.
If Len has time, maybe he could help me.
He has a mind to spend the rest of his life in that country.
If he has custody, she couldn't get the money.
If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown."
Everything has to go according to your plans, doesn't it?
Well, he has a home office and he goes there pretty often, but I can't figure out what he's doing.
He has been received by the Emperor.
Think about it this way: All the technology accumulated from the dawn of time to today has given us a certain amount of processing power.
"The mind has no eye," declared the Scarecrow.
It has GPS navigation.
Maybe she has someone more suitable in mind.
I keep telling him that as long as he gives her money, she'll never get out of trouble, but he just says she's the only sister he has and he has the money.
This will be extremely useful, because the game, as they say, has just changed completely.
Or when he has a wife to point the way.
Like he said; he only has one mother, and he can finish his schooling later.
Sometimes I think Brandon being here has backfired.
He has a daughter, but his wife must not live with him because he needs a sitter, she stammered.
If one of us has to leave, I'll go.
"They say that King Henry always has a number of men with him," said the boy; "how shall I know which is he?"
They did another x-ray this morning and the infection has spread to the other lung.
Do you know that she has lost her father?
Mom is fixing supper and I'm sure she has something you can wear in the morning.
You're the first girl who has ever accepted me for what I am.
It has made me many friends, I assure you, and it beats as kindly and lovingly today as it every did.
You know it has cost money!
He has you and now he forgets me.
Do you know he has over four million in savings?
She has to talk to father about it and she will call back later this morning to let me know when she will be here.
The money comes on time and he has fulfilled all his promises.
But she has ordered me to make you welcome and to show you to your apartments.
Has he spoken to you of going away? she asked.
Dronushka, Alpatych has gone off somewhere and I have no one to turn to.
I think helping Lisa has made me realize that one person can make a difference.
He has given you the air in which to move and have homes.
I expect the Minister (Barclay de Tolly) has already reported the abandonment of Smolensk to the enemy.
But the enemy has lost masses...
If it has come to this--we must fight as long as Russia can and as long as there are men able to stand...
Prince Vasili entered the room with the air of a happy conqueror who has attained the object of his desires.
Carmen, how long has she had this fever?
He says he thinks he has a cold, but the doctor told me he could get pneumonia real easy.
"The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug," agreed Dorothy.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
So, if you are innocent, Eureka, you must tell the Princess how you came to be in her room, and what has become of the piglet.
In either case a grave crime has been committed which deserves a grave punishment.
"The end of the world has come!" cried some; and they ran about in the darkness.
I do not know whether the end of the world has come or not.
The poet Whittier has written a poem about him, which you will like to hear.
All your court has been looking for you for the past two hours.
The oracle at Delphi has ordered that it shall be given to the wisest of wise men, and for that reason we have brought it to you.
"We have offered the prize to each one of them," said the messengers, "and each one has refused it."
But I am making a simple statement that life is better now than it has ever been.
Bigger than TV and cars and anything that has come before it.
Imagine a world where everyone on the planet has access to this expanded canvas of human expression that technology has created.
The Emperor has deigned to summon us and the merchants.
How could they make a man commander-in-chief who cannot mount a horse, who drops asleep at a council, and has the very worst morals!
Dronushka tells me that the war has ruined you.
He is unsuitable now, just because he plans out everything very thoroughly and accurately as every German has to.
What else has happened to make you think she is trying to break us up?
Has she been disrespectful of you?
Obviously your father has a brother or a sister.
No, if one of us has to get snowed in up here, I'd rather it was me.
He says he has a cold.
He says he thinks he has a cold, but the doctor told me he could get pneumonia real easy.
Has Tessa tried to get custody of him?
He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.
She has great understanding of us.
I know you've been preoccupied, but everyone else has noticed his interest in you.
Has your mother always taken care of Tammy?
I can't figure out who owns this house or who has the money.
I think that possibility has been eliminated.
I don't think she has a clue how irresistible men find her.
You mean he thinks that he has to take care of his mother, now that his father is gone?
Nothing has been the same.
But even old Jim has been saying things since we had our accident.
"None of us has had breakfast," said the boy; "and in a time of danger like this it's foolish to talk about eating."
Yet one has just occurred that was even worse than the first.
"A nice country this is," he grumbled, "where a respectable horse has to eat pink grass!"
That is, if Jim has had enough of the pink grass.
We consider ourselves very beautiful in appearance, for mother has told us so, and she knows.
We've been in the dark quite a while, and you may as well explain what has happened.
But a rickety wooden thing like you has no right to be alive.
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.
They say she has a family of young wolves up there; and that is why she kills so many lambs.
"That fellow has no manners," she said.
He has been called the Father of his Country.
This child has a wonderful gift.
"And I would rather have a young hawk that has been trained to hunt" said Ethelbert.
The feast is ready, but no one has come to partake of it.
But what has the bomb to do with what I wish you to write?
For think what He has given you.
He has given you wings with which to fly through the air.
It looks easy enough, now that Bob has shown how it is done.
Do you know of any person who was once poor but who has lately and suddenly become well-to-do?
Some large bird has stolen it from his palace.
He was afraid and has slipped away from us.
She has other things to do, and no time to attend to me.
But she has servants to attend to me.
My car has a CD player.
Let's say Linda has come up with a pretty interesting idea: A social network for couples.
It has endured far longer than most people—probably even Moore himself—ever imagined it could.
So the physical mechanisms have been serially transformed, yet the law has never hiccupped.
The Internet has made distributing music easy and has unleashed an astonishing amount of new material.
Better than anything the world has ever seen.
When has starting a business been so easy?
Has there ever before been a time when business opportunity was more blind to color, gender, or creed?
The Internet has allowed for the creation of thousands of new ways to give, both time and money.
It simply has been enabled by technology combined with prosperity compounded over time.
It will make us all profoundly wise, wiser than the wisest person who has ever lived.
Before we take that further, let's consider something the Internet has taught us about ourselves.
You probably have a device, such as a smart phone, that has an Internet connection and a GPS.
So we've reached an unprecedented situation in the course of human learning, which is this: The amount of data we have available has outstripped our ability to process it and turn it into knowledge.
Science's progress over the past few hundred years has been determined mainly by the relatively slow speed at which we were able to collect data.
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
Since it debuted selling books in 1995, Amazon has expanded to sell all kinds of products.
Over time, Amazon has achieved such scale and thus has collected so much data that their suggestions are really useful.
You are being helped by an excellent salesperson who has been working there for twenty-five years.
Even an exceptional salesperson has an imperfect memory.
Of the twenty thousand sales he has made in his career, he probably remembers a few hundred distinctly and a few thousand vaguely.
And Jim never has met any of his dinner guests beforehand.
Jim Haynes has had well over 100,000 people come over for dinner.
Imagine it has a million elements in it.
The system has data from all their GPS records and infers that to drive across town several times for a place is a stronger vote than eating at the corner restaurant.
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.
We cannot deal with equations that big—but a computer will solve for that in a minute if it has enough data.
But that has nothing to do with the anonymous sharing of data.
We never will have the opportunity to learn from the details of their lives and the trillions upon trillions of trial-and-error learning that humankind has repeated again and again.
What we do with it has yet to be written.
To that definition, I would respectfully offer this qualification: I would say that disease has a well-defined center and very fuzzy edges.
In the last thirty years there has not been a single smallpox death or even a single infection.
Smallpox has been with us for thousands of years.
Every day, the world has fewer unreachable corners and a more interconnected population.
Read on to see how that momentum has built over time, and continues to build.
Given all this, do you really believe this disease still has a chance?
Each of those new cells has a new copy of your DNA.
Some of it is known, but the function of each of the thirty thousand genes has to be figured out one at a time.
Even smallpox has been sequenced and is available for download.
With all due respect to Nietzsche, we have looked long into the Abyss, but the Abyss has not looked back into us.
As access becomes cheaper and better, and the whole world has mobile phones, more information can be delivered to people in remote parts of the world.
If you take low-worth items or raw materials and apply labor to them to make something that has value, you have created wealth.
When you trade with someone in a free market, you are giving up something you have for something the other person has, which you value more.
Both are better off than they were, even though nothing new has been created.
It means I can trade you a good or service for an intermediate store of value known as money, and then trade that money to the person who actually has the goods I want.
Even with this technology called money, trade has been difficult.
It already has increased both substantially and will do so dramatically more in the coming years.
The Internet has only touched the tip of the iceberg here.
This has no offline corollary and is economically empowering to so many people. 5. eBay and reallocating existing goods. eBay is actually a little like direct trade.
The cost of interactive information exchange, such as asking questions about products you are contemplating purchasing, has fallen to nearly zero.
For the foreseeable future, technological advance will drive the world of wealth creation—and it is capable of producing more wealth than everything that has come before it.
It may have some limit in theory, because there is an optimal arrangement of atoms in the universe; but for practical purposes, it has no limit.
But in many areas, scarcity is so profound it has huge societal impact.
It is as if each person has one hundred assistants working for him.
The wind in the upper atmosphere has extraordinary amounts of energy.
The earth has an enormous molten core that contains vast amounts of energy.
Each success has some failure along the way.
This displacement is in no way finished; in fact, it has hardly begun.
The idea of free trade has divided people for as long as trade has existed.
He works from home and has a night job remotely monitoring real-time security cameras after hours at an office building.
He still has his labor to sell and can go get a new job.
Externalities are the external effects an action has on society.
If workers are in unsafe work environments, they are bearing a risk that has a measurable negative cost.
The maximum wage you can earn, though, is defined by supply and demand for labor, and by your negotiating ability, but it also has a cap.
Say the world has ten thousand burger flippers.
Everyone has to believe there are rules and that they apply to everyone.
Once someone has something, no one should be able to take it from him or her.
Conversely, in places where prosperity has not risen, lack of these ingredients plays a significant role.
In the end, the speed at which a human operator can move has a physical limit.
Over the course of history, the division of labor has increased human productivity immensely.
It has 4,000,000K of memory—once again, a thousandfold increase over its predecessor.
Everyone knows that has been happening for computer stuff.
It triggers your house's fire system if it detects it has caught on fire.
But surely a pan that warns you if your house is burning down or your food will kill you has to be worth $200 to you.
A poor person with a six-year-old car today has more wealth than a poor person with a six-year-old car did back in 1911, for the simple reason that cars are so much better now.
This speaks to the fabulous wealth of this country and how our expectation of material possessions has risen so fast that we have redefined poverty to include what once were deemed luxury items.
Beyond Robin Hood: Why radical approaches to wealth redistribution don't work History has witnessed numerous attempts, through radical methods, to raise up the poor by extracting wealth from the rich.
This dance has happened more times than a weary historian can count.
This approach has a long and mostly negative history.
Now the Zimbabwean dollar has undergone four re-denominations (the process of shaving zeros off the currency to make a more manageable new currency.
When industries are taken without payment to the property owner, it has a certain legal term.
Long term, this hurts nations more than expropriation has helped them.
We have surmised the future widening of the gap between the rich and poor, and looked at how that has played out in history.
We've seen this: If you are running for president of the United States, merely using the words "freeze" and "Social Security" in the same sentence has the retirees of the nation heating up pots of tar and emptying their down pillows.
Most people would not term that welfare, which has become a loaded phrase associated with the state making a payment to individuals.
Some stocks pay dividends very regularly: Coca Cola, for instance, has paid a dividend every year since 1920.
In a world without scarcity, or that has scarcity at such a trivial level it is hardly noticeable, all the conventional theories and dogmas lose their meaning.
Technology has made us ever more productive.
Technology has no limit we know of.
The free enterprise system—the greatest creator of wealth the world has known—will continue to produce the material gains we enjoy today and to reward most those who serve their fellow humans best.
By comparison, if a country has 99 percent of the people working in agriculture—if it is barely feeding itself, even with everyone working at that—then it is living at a subsistence level, the very definition of poverty.
This kind of hunger is common and generally is what has triggered food riots, now and in the past.
Rarely in history has a government wrested away a functioning, privately funded solution in favor of a government entitlement.
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.
This approach, however, has a couple of downsides.
Start with India, which has more chronically hungry people than any other country.
Pakistan has the third largest number of hungry people with a total of 43.4 million.
The United Nations has estimated that earth's population will pass nine billion by 2050, and ten billion by 2100.
To me, this makes the problem of hunger that much sadder in the present—to realize that the planet has enough food, just not enough generosity.
But hunger has numerous and complicated causes and can only be eliminated by addressing the chief ones.
Africa, where half the world's hungry citizens reside, has additional challenges.
It has a large number of landlocked nations without ports to access the international markets, both for imports and exports.
But the industry as a whole has shot forward.)
The farm of today already has tractors that use GPS to make perfectly parallel rows with great precision.
Presently, labeling of GMO content isn't a requirement—and since labeling is a complex and controversial issue that has no bearing on my thesis, I will pass it by.
UNICEF has said a program that gives children two large doses a year of vitamin A could all but eliminate VAD, although more frequent, smaller doses would be better.
This is especially unfortunate because a major crop in Africa, grain sorghum, has a somewhat indigestible protein which our bodies have a hard time metabolizing.
This has been a common situation throughout areas with high degrees of poverty and is certainly the case in Ethiopia.
As Nobel laureate Amartya Sen has noted, democracies don't have famines.
One of these is micro-lending, which directly connects the lender with the borrower and which the Internet has made appealingly easy and personal.
Since its founding in 2005, Kiva has loaned out nearly a quarter of a billion dollars and is repaid almost 99 percent of the time.
I hope that someday the whole world has only this nation's level of problems.
Every day fewer places exist where a single person has legal right to end the life of another.
Scandinavia was at forty-six in the 1400s and has fallen to one today.
What else has been achieved in our march toward civilization?
The civilizing process is not flawless, and we may disagree on the ways it has manifested itself.
Nearly two terms of fighting the Cold War led him to conclude, as he put it, War in our time has become an anachronism.
It has led us up those last few steps to the mountain pass; and beyond there is a different country.
In the past, humanity has been able to sustain both wars and progress.
Anyone who has a child knows the love and concern parents feel for their offspring.
History has disappointingly few examples of weapons made by governments and never used.
This has to be a serious deterrent to Japan (as an example).
The seventeenth-century Spanish writer Baltasar Gracián once offered this advice: "Never contend with a man who has nothing to lose."
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.
The enemy has a widget too, the D2001.
That said, it also has its plus side.
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
As true as that was in Jefferson's time, our age has amplified all of it: both the miseries war can produce and the blessings peace can produce.
Notable examples exist, but the flow of history in this regard has rendered its verdict.
If NATO is responsible for the bulk of the world's military spending and NATO no longer has the stomach for full-on war with modern states, then large-scale war seems less likely.
This has come about as we have left a polarized world behind us and the importance of military alliances has fallen.
It has one of the highest per-capita incomes in the world, almost no crime, and no public or foreign debt.
It has no military and is strictly neutral.
It has no border guards, only a sign identifying when one has entered Liechtenstein.
Second, in addition to facts, the web has become the face of almost all organizations of the planet.
After all, it has connected hundreds of millions of people and shows no sign of stopping until everyone is connected.
Organizations have encouraged "pen pals for peace" exchanges—but such efforts tend to be limited in scale, and if there is one thing Facebook has, it is scale.
No one has the monopoly on truth.
However, practically speaking, it sometimes has a corrupting influence on those whom it empowers to act for the state.
Even in autocratic regimes, truth has a way of seeping in—which means today's dwindling crop of dictators has a serious problem.
Fast-forward a couple of decades, and the Internet has done vastly more than O'Neill could have imagined to promote open information about government.
The National Security Agency even has a website with a section called CryptoKids for "America's Future Codemakers & Codebreakers."
History has rendered its judgment on such matters.
Long before English became the lingua franca of the Internet age, the world has wanted a common language.
As of the end of 2012, the Internet has more than two billion users.
If it were a person, it still couldn't even order a beer to toast itself for all it has done in such a short time.
On the other end of the education spectrum, college degrees are up: A recent Harvard University study reports that 6.7 percent of the world has a college degree, up from 5.9 percent in 2000.
Being educated in the United States has long been a mark of distinction for the elites of other nations.
Every dead soldier has a face, a story, and a bereaved family.
There are pros and cons to this, to be sure, but overall, this has increased our empathy.
It has increased our desire for peace and our unwillingness to wage war.
Shakespeare was undoubtedly the greatest master the English language has ever known and, quite probably, will ever know.
King Lear is about a father who has three daughters—two who flatter him, but a third who speaks honestly and bluntly to him because she loves him.
So in the present and future, when a technology comes along that represents such a change—that saves details of our activities with which to advise us later, or has us speaking to machines as if they were creatures—it will simply be more of the same.
Any given nation usually has a large amount of homogeneity.
Our republic has prospered because it fiercely protected life, liberty, and property, and must continue to do so.
As a historian, I know it has been the vanity of every age to think it represents a high point in history.
After all, we live in a universe that looks like it has plenty of room for us to expand into.
At the time in history when our future has never looked brighter, it is baffling that some people are more pessimistic than ever.
But this kind prophecy has never been fulfilled.
The young writer, as Stevenson has said, instinctively tries to copy whatever seems most admirable, and he shifts his admiration with astonishing versatility.
Since the publication of "The Story of My Life" in the Ladies' Home Journal, Mr. Anagnos has made a statement, in a letter to Mr. Macy, that at the time of the "Frost King" matter, he believed I was innocent.
His going away left a vacancy in our lives that has never been filled.
In desperation you seize the budget and dump everything out, and there in a corner is your man, serenely brooding on his own private thought, unconscious of the catastrophe which he has brought upon you.
I read my first connected story in May, 1887, when I was seven years old, and from that day to this I have devoured everything in the shape of a printed page that has come within the reach of my hungry finger tips.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
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.
After spending a few days in Evangeline's country, about which Longfellow's beautiful poem has woven a spell of enchantment, Miss Sullivan and I went to Halifax, where we remained the greater part of the summer.
Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!
He has a long pedigree, a crooked tail and the drollest "phiz" in dogdom.
Each checker has a hole in the middle in which a brass knob can be placed to distinguish the king from the commons.
As my finger tips trace line and curve, they discover the thought and emotion which the artist has portrayed.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
"Yes," he replied, "the Charles has many dear associations for me."
I have known him since I was eight, and my love for him has increased with my years.
He has filled the old skins of dogma with the new wine of love, and shown men what it is to believe, live and be free.
What he has taught we have seen beautifully expressed in his own life--love of country, kindness to the least of his brethren, and a sincere desire to live upward and onward.
Dr. Bell is proficient in many fields of science, and has the art of making every subject he touches interesting, even the most abstruse theories.
He has a humorous and poetic side, too.
He is never quite so happy as when he has a little deaf child in his arms.
She has oftenest advised and helped me in my progress through college.
He has his own way of thinking, saying and doing everything.
Helen Keller's letters are important, not only as a supplementary story of her life, but as a demonstration of her growth in thought and expression--the growth which in itself has made her distinguished.
Cotton has pretty white and red flowers on it.
She has on a pretty red dress.
Natalie has a little carriage.
Aunt Ev. has gone to Memphis.
My puppy has had his supper and gone to bed.
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
She has on a dainty lace dress and satin slippers.
Mother has a great many fine roses.
Her little brown mate has flown away with the other birds; but Annie is not sad, for she likes to stay with me.
He has on short dresses now.
She has eight puppies, and she thinks there never were such fine puppies as hers.
Teacher has been sick in bed for many days.
Sammy has a dear new brother.
Mildred has grown much taller and stronger than she was when I went to Boston, and she is the sweetest and dearest little child in the world.
It has followed me across the ocean and found me in this magnificent great city which I should like to tell you all about if I could take time for it and make my letter long enough.
How I wish I could see you this lovely morning, and tell you all that has happened since I left home!
I love every word of "Spring" and "Spring Has Come."
But when I read "Spring Has Come," lo!
I want you to see baby Tom, the little blind and deaf and dumb child who has just come to our pretty garden.
My favourite poet has written some lines about England which I love very much.
You will be glad to hear that Tommy has a kind lady to teach him, and that he is a pretty, active little fellow.
He has found out that doors have locks, and that little sticks and bits of paper can be got into the key-hole quite easily; but he does not seem very eager to get them out after they are in.
I hope that good people will continue to work for Tommy until his fund is completed, and education has brought light and music into his little life.
I am very sorry to say that Tommy has not learned any words yet.
An analysis of the case has been made elsewhere, and Miss Keller has written her account of it.
He has, in truth, behaved very strangely ever since we came to Brewster.
It is evident that something has displeased his Majesty but I cannot imagine what it can be.
But teacher came to me and taught my little fingers to use the beautiful key that has unlocked the door of my dark prison and set my spirit free.
You must have wondered why your letter has not had an answer, and perhaps you have thought Teacher and me very naughty indeed.
I suppose he has been too busy to write to his little friend.
In reading this letter about Niagara one should remember that Miss Keller knows distance and shape, and that the size of Niagara is within her experience after she has explored it, crossed the bridge and gone down in the elevator.
TO MRS. KATE ADAMS KELLER South Boston, April 13, 1893. ...Teacher, Mrs. Pratt and I very unexpectedly decided to take a journey with dear Dr. Bell Mr. Westervelt, a gentleman whom father met in Washington, has a school for the deaf in Rochester.
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.
They have now about 100 books and about $55 in money, and a kind gentleman has given us land on which to erect a library building.
But in the meantime the club has rented a little room in a central part of the town, and the books which we already have are free to all. 3.
I had known about them for a long time; but I had never thought that I should see them, and talk to them; and I can scarcely realize now that this great pleasure has been mine!
He has another daughter, named Mildred, who knows Carrie.
He has lately had several books printed in England for me, "Old Mortality," "The Castle of Otranto" and "King of No-land."...
Teacher has read me his lively stories about his boyhood, and I enjoyed them greatly.
I know it, and it makes me feel so happy, it has such sweet thoughts.
Mr. Howes has probably given you a full account of our doings.
But, however this may be, I cannot now write the letter which has lain in my thought for you so long.
My heart is too full of sadness to dwell upon the happiness the summer has brought me.
But what I consider my crown of success is the happiness and pleasure that my victory has brought dear Teacher.
Poor Teacher has had her hands full, attending to movers, and express-men, and all sorts of people.
It is like a beautiful maiden, who always lived in a palace, surrounded by a magnificent court; while the "Iliad" is like a splendid youth, who has had the earth for his playground.
Next to my own dear teacher, he has done more than any one else to enrich and broaden my mind.
Then the world has advanced one step in its heavenward march.
She has not had a vacation for twelve years, think of it, and all that time she has been the sunshine of my life.
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
Thus far my summer has been sweeter than anything I can remember.
The waist is trimmed with pink and green brocaded velvet, and white lace, I think, and has double reefers on the front, tucked and trimmed with velvet, and also a row of tiny white buttons.
Teacher too has a silk dress.
Her other dress is purple, trimmed with purple velvet, and the waist has a collar of cream lace.
He has such a kind heart!
TO MR. JOHN HITZ 14 Coolidge Ave., Cambridge, Nov. 26, 1900. ...--has already communicated with you in regard to her and my plan of establishing an institution for deaf and blind children.
She has never been taught; but they say she can sew and likes to help others in this sort of work.
Miss Watkins, the lady who has charge of her wrote me a most interesting letter.
A gentleman in Philadelphia has just written to my teacher about a deaf and blind child in Paris, whose parents are Poles.
He has a charming, romantic house on a mountain called Beinn Bhreagh, which overlooks the Bras d'Or Lake....
But it is to be remembered that Miss Keller has written many things in her autobiography for the fun of writing them, and the disillusion, which the writer of the editorial took seriously, is in great part humorous.
She cannot know in detail how she was taught, and her memory of her childhood is in some cases an idealized memory of what she has learned later from her teacher and others.
As a matter of fact, most of the advice she has received and heeded has led to excisions rather than to additions.
Mark Twain has said that the two most interesting characters of the nineteenth century are Napoleon and Helen Keller.
The admiration with which the world has regarded her is more than justified by what she has done.
Miss Keller is tall and strongly built, and has always had good health.
Her life has been a series of attempts to do whatever other people do, and to do it as well.
Her success has been complete, for in trying to be like other people she has come most fully to be herself.
Her unwillingness to be beaten has developed her courage.
Moreover, Miss Sullivan does not see why Miss Keller should be subjected to the investigation of the scientist, and has not herself made many experiments.
Her enjoyment of music, however, is very genuine, for she has a tactile recognition of sound when the waves of air beat against her.
It is amusing to read in one of the magazines of 1895 that Miss Keller "has a just and intelligent appreciation of different composers from having literally felt their music, Schumann being her favourite."
If she knows the difference between Schumann and Beethoven, it is because she has read it, and if she has read it, she remembers it and can tell any one who asks her.
Miss Keller's effort to reach out and meet other people on their own intellectual ground has kept her informed of daily affairs.
But every one who has met her has given his best ideas to her and she has taken them.
If her companion does not give her enough details, Miss Keller asks questions until she has completed the view to her satisfaction.
A comparative experience drawn from written descriptions and from her teacher's words has kept her free from errors in her use of terms of sound and vision.
Many of the detached incidents and facts of our daily life pass around and over her unobserved; but she has enough detailed acquaintance with the world to keep her view of it from being essentially defective.
Miss Keller used to knit and crochet, but she has had better things to do.
She has practised no single constructive craft which would call for the use of her hands.
Although she has used the typewriter since she was eleven years old, she is rather careful than rapid.
Her typewriter has no special attachments.
The most convenient print for the blind is braille, which has several variations, too many, indeed--English, American, New York Point.
Miss Keller has a braille writer on which she keeps notes and writes letters to her blind friends.
The sense of smell has fallen into disrepute, and a deaf person is reluctant to speak of it.
All that she is, all that she has done, can be explained directly, except such things in every human being as never can be explained.
Her sense of time is excellent, but whether it would have developed as a special faculty cannot be known, for she has had a watch since she was seven years old.
Miss Keller has two watches, which have been given her.
Now that she has grown up, nobody thinks of being less frank with her than with any other intelligent young woman.
She has not even learned that exhibition on which so many pride themselves, of 'righteous indignation.'
She has a large, generous sympathy and absolute fairness of temper.
Not all the attention that has been paid her since she was a child has made her take herself too seriously.
She means everything so thoroughly that her very quotations, her echoes from what she has read, are in truth original.
Her sympathy is of the swift and ministering sort which, fortunately, she has found so often in other people.
His success convinced him that language can be conveyed through type to the mind of the blind-deaf child, who, before education, is in the state of the baby who has not learned to prattle; indeed, is in a much worse state, for the brain has grown in years without natural nourishment.
One paper has Helen demonstrating problems in geometry by means of her playing blocks.
For this report Miss Sullivan wrote the fullest and largest account she has ever written; and in this report appeared the "Frost King," which is discussed fully in a later chapter.
She has finally reached the goal for which she strove so bravely.
For the ease of the reader I have, with Miss Sullivan's consent, made the extracts run together continuously and supplied words of connection and the resulting necessary changes in syntax, and Miss Sullivan has made slight changes in the phrasing of her reports and also of her letters, which were carelessly written.
At present we have here the fullest record that has been published.
She has none of those nervous habits that are so noticeable and so distressing in blind children.
She has a fine head, and it is set on her shoulders just right.
She is very quick-tempered and wilful, and nobody, except her brother James, has attempted to control her.
I don't think she has any special tenderness for them--I have never seen her caress them; but she dresses and undresses them many times during the day and handles them exactly as she has seen her mother and the nurse handle her baby sister.
Helen knows several words now, but has no idea how to use them, or that everything has a name.
She has learned three new words, and when I give her the objects, the names of which she has learned, she spells them unhesitatingly; but she seems glad when the lesson is over.
A miracle has happened!
The light of understanding has shone upon my little pupil's mind, and behold, all things are changed!
Helen has learned several nouns this week.
When she spells "milk," she points to the mug, and when she spells "mug," she makes the sign for pouring or drinking, which shows that she has confused the words.
She has no idea yet that everything has a name.
I imagine she has been rather roughly handled sometimes by her little mistress.
And I don't intend that the lesson she has learned at the cost of so much pain and trouble shall be unlearned.
The improvement they cannot help seeing in their child has given them more confidence in me.
I must write you a line this morning because something very important has happened.
Helen has taken the second great step in her education.
She has learned that EVERYTHING HAS A NAME, AND THAT THE MANUAL ALPHABET IS THE KEY TO EVERYTHING SHE WANTS TO KNOW.
She has learned that EVERYTHING HAS A NAME, AND THAT THE MANUAL ALPHABET IS THE KEY TO EVERYTHING SHE WANTS TO KNOW.
She has flitted from object to object, asking the name of everything and kissing me for very gladness.
Wherever we go, she asks eagerly for the names of things she has not learned at home.
I shall assume that she has the normal child's capacity of assimilation and imitation.
My first thought was, one of the dogs has hurt Mildred; but Helen's beaming face set my fears at rest.
Keller's Landing was used during the war to land troops, but has long since gone to pieces, and is overgrown with moss and weeds.
She has felt dead squirrels and rabbits and other wild animals, and is anxious to see a "walk-squirrel," which interpreted, means, I think, a "live squirrel."
We go home about dinner-time usually, and Helen is eager to tell her mother everything she has seen.
I supply a word here and there, sometimes a sentence, and suggest something which she has omitted or forgotten.
When her fingers light upon words she knows, she fairly screams with pleasure and hugs and kisses me for joy, especially if she thinks she has me beaten.
Then she carried the doll upstairs and put it on the top shelf of the wardrobe, and she has not touched it since.
She is restless at night and has no appetite.
She has often gone with me to the post-office to mail letters, and I suppose I have repeated to her things I wrote to you.
I know that she has remarkable powers, and I believe that I shall be able to develop and mould them.
Indeed, the Tophetic weather has reduced us all to a semi-liquid state.
It's queer how ready people always are with advice in any real or imaginary emergency, and no matter how many times experience has shown them to be wrong, they continue to set forth their opinions, as if they had received them from the Almighty!
She has a perfect mania for counting.
She has counted everything in the house, and is now busy counting the words in her primer.
But her appetite, which left her a few weeks ago, has returned, and her sleep seems more quiet and natural.
She recognizes instantly a person whom she has once met, and spells the name.
She is always ready to share whatever she has with those about her, often keeping but very little for herself.
She has now reached the question stage of her development.
She has talked incessantly since her return about what she did in Huntsville, and we notice a very decided improvement in her ability to use language.
But it hardly seems possible that any mere words should convey to one who has never seen a mountain the faintest idea of its grandeur; and I don't see how any one is ever to know what impression she did receive, or the cause of her pleasure in what was told her about it.
All that we do know certainly is that she has a good memory and imagination and the faculty of association.
She has the true language-impulse, and shows great fertility of resource in making the words at her command convey her meaning.
Lately she has been much interested in colour.
I wonder if she has any vague idea of colour--any reminiscent impression of light and sound.
She has begun to use the pronouns of her own accord.
For a whole evening she will sit at the table writing whatever comes into her busy brain; and I seldom find any difficulty in reading what she has written.
Her progress in arithmetic has been equally remarkable.
She has talked about nothing but the circus ever since.
Helen has learned to tell the time at last, and her father is going to give her a watch for Christmas.
She has made me repeat the story of little Red Riding Hood so often that I believe I could say it backward.
The Christmas season has furnished many lessons, and added scores of new words to Helen's vocabulary.
I appreciate the kind things Mr. Anagnos has said about Helen and me; but his extravagant way of saying them rubs me the wrong way.
Miss Ev. came up to help me make a list of words Helen has learned.
I think Mrs. Keller has definitely decided to go with us, but she will not stay all summer.
During the past year Helen has enjoyed excellent health.
Her sense of touch has sensibly increased during the year, and has gained in acuteness and delicacy.
She responds quickly to the gentle pressure of affection, the pat of approval, the jerk of impatience, the firm motion of command, and to the many other variations of the almost infinite language of the feelings; and she has become so expert in interpreting this unconscious language of the emotions that she is often able to divine our very thoughts.
She has learned to connect certain movements of the body with anger, others with joy, and others still with sorrow.
She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.
She has one advantage over ordinary children, that nothing from without distracts her attention from her studies.
She has made considerable progress in the study of arithmetic.
She has nearly finished Colburn's mental arithmetic, her last work being in improper fractions.
She has also done some good work in written arithmetic.
The intellectual improvement which Helen has made in the past two years is shown more clearly in her greater command of language and in her ability to recognize nicer shades of meaning in the use of words, than in any other branch of her education.
When asked why, she answered: Because she has so many children to take care of.
The Rt. Rev. Phillips Brooks has explained to her in a beautiful way the fatherhood of God.
I believe every child has hidden away somewhere in his being noble capacities which may be quickened and developed if we go about it in the right way; but we shall never properly develop the higher natures of our little ones while we continue to fill their minds with the so-called rudiments.
Helen has had the best and purest models in language constantly presented to her, and her conversation and her writing are unconscious reproductions of what she has read.
Helen has the vitality of feeling, the freshness and eagerness of interest, and the spiritual insight of the artistic temperament, and naturally she has a more active and intense joy in life, simply as life, and in nature, books, and people than less gifted mortals.
There has been much discussion of such of Miss Sullivan's statements and explanations as have been published before.
Miss Sullivan has begun where Dr. Howe left off.
Books are the storehouse of language, and any child, whether deaf or not, if he has his attention attracted in any way to printed pages, must learn.
It is true rather that she has a special aptitude for thinking, and her leaning toward language is due to the fact that language to her meant life.
Miss Sullivan's vigorous, original mind has lent much of its vitality to her pupil.
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.
Miss Sullivan has in addition a vigorous personality.
Miss Keller's later education is easy to understand and needs no further explanation than she has given.
Her voice has an aspirate quality; there seems always to be too much breath for the amount of tone.
Miss Keller has told how she learned to speak.
She at once resolved to learn to speak, and from that day to this she has never wavered in that resolution.
Teachers of the deaf often express surprise that Helen's speech is so good when she has not received any regular instruction in speech since the first few lessons given her by Miss Fuller.
But she knows better than any one else what value speech has had for her.
A child of the muses cannot write fine English unless fine English has been its nourishment.
In this, as in all other things, Miss Sullivan has been the wise teacher.
Any one who has tried to write knows what Miss Keller owes to the endless practice which Miss Sullivan demanded of her.
Miss Keller has given her account of it, and the whole matter was discussed in the first Volta Bureau Souvenir from which I quote at length:
Her admiration for the impressive explanations which Bishop Brooks has given her of the Fatherhood of God is well known.
The next year at Andover she said: It seems to me the world is full of goodness, beauty, and love; and how grateful we must be to our heavenly Father, who has given us so much to enjoy!
She closes this letter with, "I must go to bed, for Morpheus has touched my eyelids with his golden wand."
She has since secured and forwarded to me a copy of the first edition.
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.
You must know that King Frost, like all other kings, has great treasures of gold and precious stones; but as he is a generous old monarch, he endeavours to make a right use of his riches.
But the child has no recollection whatever of this fact.
The episode had a deadening effect on Helen Keller and on Miss Sullivan, who feared that she had allowed the habit of imitation, which has in truth made Miss Keller a writer, to go too far.
It shows how the child-mind gathers into itself words it has heard, and how they lurk there ready to come out when the key that releases the spring is touched.
All use of language is imitative, and one's style is made up of all other styles that one has met.
Writing of the moment when she learned that everything has a name, she says: We met the nurse carrying my little cousin; and teacher spelled 'baby.'
The deaf child who has only the sign language of De l'Epee is an intellectual Philip Nolan, an alien from all races, and his thoughts are not the thoughts of an Englishman, or a Frenchman, or a Spaniard.
This happy condition has obtained throughout her life.
From the early sketch I take a few passages which seem to me, without making very much allowance for difference in time, almost as good as anything she has written since:
But the brightest summer has winter behind it.
Her vocabulary has all the phrases that other people use, and the explanation of it, and the reasonableness of it ought to be evident by this time.
She has an excellent 'ear' for the flow of sentences.
It surprises me to find that such an idea has crossed the mind of any one, especially of a highly gifted critic.
The very fact that the nineteenth century has not produced many authors whom the world may count among the greatest of all time does not in my opinion justify the remark, "There may come a time when people cease to write."
One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living.
The soil, it appears, is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it may now send its shoot upward also with confidence.
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.
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.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
On the whole, I think that it cannot be maintained that dressing has in this or any country risen to the dignity of an art.
But how happens it that he who is said to enjoy these things is so commonly a poor civilized man, while the savage, who has them not, is rich as a savage?
The man who has actually paid for his farm with labor on it is so rare that every neighbor can point to him.
With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer but the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him.
It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
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.
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?
No wonder man has lost his elasticity.
I think that the man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him.
I look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated from long housekeeping, which he has not the courage to burn; great trunk, little trunk, bandbox, and bundle.
The moon will not sour milk nor taint meat of mine, nor will the sun injure my furniture or fade my carpet; and if he is sometimes too warm a friend, I find it still better economy to retreat behind some curtain which nature has provided, than to add a single item to the details of housekeeping.
The laborer's day ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit, independent of his labor; but his employer, who speculates from month to month, has no respite from one end of the year to the other.
One young man of my acquaintance, who has inherited some acres, told me that he thought he should live as I did, if he had the means.
If a man has faith, he will co-operate with equal faith everywhere; if he has not faith, he will continue to live like the rest of the world, whatever company he is joined to.
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?
The nearest that I came to actual possession was when I bought the Hollowell place, and had begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials with which to make a wheelbarrow to carry it on or off with; but before the owner gave me a deed of it, his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind and wished to keep it, and he offered me ten dollars to release him.
Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.
An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest.
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.
No dust has settled on that robe; no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed.
The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.
It is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the few Latin words which he has heard.
One who has just come from reading perhaps one of the best English books will find how many with whom he can converse about it?
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.
Here is a hogshead of molasses or of brandy directed to John Smith, Cuttingsville, Vermont, some trader among the Green Mountains, who imports for the farmers near his clearing, and now perchance stands over his bulkhead and thinks of the last arrivals on the coast, how they may affect the price for him, telling his customers this moment, as he has told them twenty times before this morning, that he expects some by the next train of prime quality.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
What company has that lonely lake, I pray?
An elderly dame, too, dwells in my neighborhood, invisible to most persons, in whose odorous herb garden I love to stroll sometimes, gathering simples and listening to her fables; for she has a genius of unequalled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology, and she can tell me the original of every fable, and on what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was young.
Not my or thy great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother Nature's universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness.
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.
He has a great bundle of white oak bark under his arm for a sick man, gathered this Sunday morning.
"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.
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
And now to-night my flute has waked the echoes over that very water.
"The earth," he adds elsewhere, "especially if fresh, has a certain magnetism in it, by which it attracts the salt, power, or virtue (call it either) which gives it life, and is the logic of all the labor and stir we keep about it, to sustain us; all dungings and other sordid temperings being but the vicars succedaneous to this improvement."
This is particularly distinct to one standing on the middle of the pond in winter, just after a light snow has fallen, appearing as a clear undulating white line, unobscured by weeds and twigs, and very obvious a quarter of a mile off in many places where in summer it is hardly distinguishable close at hand.
This same summer the pond has begun to fall again.
The forest has never so good a setting, nor is so distinctly beautiful, as when seen from the middle of a small lake amid hills which rise from the water's edge; for the water in which it is reflected not only makes the best foreground in such a case, but, with its winding shore, the most natural and agreeable boundary to it.
There is no rawness nor imperfection in its edge there, as where the axe has cleared a part, or a cultivated field abuts on it.
There Nature has woven a natural selvage, and the eye rises by just gradations from the low shrubs of the shore to the highest trees.
That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks!
Though the woodchoppers have laid bare first this shore and then that, and the Irish have built their sties by it, and the railroad has infringed on its border, and the ice-men have skimmed it once, it is itself unchanged, the same water which my youthful eyes fell on; all the change is in me.
It has not acquired one permanent wrinkle after all its ripples.
The engineer does not forget at night, or his nature does not, that he has beheld this vision of serenity and purity once at least during the day.
I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
Moreover, the waves, I suspect, do not so much construct as wear down a material which has already acquired consistency.
What right had the unclean and stupid farmer, whose farm abutted on this sky water, whose shores he has ruthlessly laid bare, to give his name to it?
It has the same stony shore, and its waters are of the same hue.
Who has not sometimes derived an inexpressible satisfaction from his food in which appetite had no share?
Why has man just these species of animals for his neighbors; as if nothing but a mouse could have filled this crevice?
Cultivation has well-nigh exterminated it.
It has a sweetish taste, much like that of a frost-bitten potato, and I found it better boiled than roasted.
Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.
There are many furrows in the sand where some creature has travelled about and doubled on its tracks; and, for wrecks, it is strewn with the cases of caddis-worms made of minute grains of white quartz.
Stumps thirty or forty years old, at least, will still be sound at the core, though the sapwood has all become vegetable mould, as appears by the scales of the thick bark forming a ring level with the earth four or five inches distant from the heart.
Green hickory finely split makes the woodchopper's kindlings, when he has a camp in the woods.
But the most luxuriously housed has little to boast of in this respect, nor need we trouble ourselves to speculate how the human race may be at last destroyed.
I am not aware that any man has ever built on the spot which I occupy.
He has no venture in the present.
He is perhaps the sanest man and has the fewest crotchets of any I chance to know; the same yesterday and tomorrow.
One man still preserves the horns of the last deer that was killed in this vicinity, and another has told me the particulars of the hunt in which his uncle was engaged.
She has long ago taken her resolution.
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
But I can assure my readers that Walden has a reasonably tight bottom at a not unreasonable, though at an unusual, depth.
The greatest depth was exactly one hundred and two feet; to which may be added the five feet which it has risen since, making one hundred and seven.
Every harbor on the sea-coast, also, has its bar at its entrance.
In order to see how nearly I could guess, with this experience, at the deepest point in a pond, by observing the outlines of a surface and the character of its shores alone, I made a plan of White Pond, which contains about forty-one acres, and, like this, has no island in it, nor any visible inlet or outlet; and as the line of greatest breadth fell very near the line of least breadth, where two opposite capes approached each other and two opposite bays receded, I ventured to mark a point a short distance from the latter line, but still on the line of greatest length, as the deepest.
The particular laws are as our points of view, as, to the traveller, a mountain outline varies with every step, and it has an infinite number of profiles, though absolutely but one form.
At the advent of each individual into this life, may we not suppose that such a bar has risen to the surface somewhere?
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
Like the water, the Walden ice, seen near at hand, has a green tint, but at a distance is beautifully blue, and you can easily tell it from the white ice of the river, or the merely greenish ice of some ponds, a quarter of a mile off.
So, also, every one who has waded about the shores of the pond in summer must have perceived how much warmer the water is close to the shore, where only three or four inches deep, than a little distance out, and on the surface where it is deep, than near the bottom.
Ice has its grain as well as wood, and when a cake begins to rot or "comb," that is, assume the appearance of honeycomb, whatever may be its position, the air cells are at right angles with what was the water surface.
A great field of ice has cracked off from the main body.
Men seeing the nature of this man like that of the brute, think that he has never possessed the innate faculty of reason.
I love to see that Nature is so rife with life that myriads can be afforded to be sacrificed and suffered to prey on one another; that tender organizations can be so serenely squashed out of existence like pulp--tadpoles which herons gobble up, and tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has rained flesh and blood!
England and France, Spain and Portugal, Gold Coast and Slave Coast, all front on this private sea; but no bark from them has ventured out of sight of land, though it is without doubt the direct way to India.
I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?
"So it has," answered the latter, "but you have not got half way to it yet."
There is not one of my readers who has yet lived a whole human life.
It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will.
Why has every man a conscience, then?
It is truly enough said that a corporation has no conscience; but a corporation of conscientious men is a corporation with a conscience.
But no: I find that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted from his position, and despairs of his country, when his country has more reason to despair of him.
Oh for a man who is a man, and, as my neighbor says, has a bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through!
One would think, that a deliberate and practical denial of its authority was the only offence never contemplated by government; else, why has it not assigned its definite, its suitable and proportionate, penalty?
As for adopting the ways which the State has provided for remedying the evil, I know not of such ways.
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.
This I gave to the town clerk; and he has it.
What force has a multitude?
Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war.
Why has fate given you two such splendid children?
She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately.
I have asked Golitsyn and he has refused.
Influence in society, however, is a capital which has to be economized if it is to last.
* God has given it to me, let him who touches it beware!
"From what I have heard," said Pierre, blushing and breaking into the conversation, "almost all the aristocracy has already gone over to Bonaparte's side."
"Bonaparte has said so," remarked Prince Andrew with a sarcastic smile.
We wanted liberty, but Buonaparte has destroyed it.
Besides, in the actions of a statesman one has to distinguish between his acts as a private person, as a general, and as an emperor.
It has been a delightful evening, has it not?
One has to know how to deal with them.
This is all that his foreign education has done for him!
I should think he has a score of them.
He has lost count of his children, but this Pierre was his favorite.
I hear he has come on some inspection business, remarked the visitor.
The fact is he has come to see Count Cyril Vladimirovich, hearing how ill he is.
"Ah yes, my dear," said the count, addressing the visitor and pointing to Nicholas, "his friend Boris has become an officer, and so for friendship's sake he is leaving the university and me, his old father, and entering the military service, my dear.
"But they say that war has been declared," replied the visitor.
This Buonaparte has turned all their heads; they all think of how he rose from an ensign and became Emperor.
And what a voice she has; though she's my daughter, I tell the truth when I say she'll be a singer, a second Salomoni!
"Has Prince Vasili aged much?" asked the countess.
I expect he has forgotten me.
His position has not turned his head at all.
He has been to the house, you know, and danced with the children.
She bent her head and continued in a whisper: Has he performed his final duty, Prince?
Here he is, and the count has not once asked for him.
One has so many relatives in Moscow!
"Moscow has nothing else to do but gossip," Boris went on.
He has not sent for me....
He has stopped Austria's cackle and I fear it will be our turn next.
"Sonya," she suddenly exclaimed, as if she had guessed the true reason of her friend's sorrow, "I'm sure Vera has said something to you since dinner?
There's Uncle Shinshin's brother has married his first cousin.
Has he taken his medicine?
"Has anything happened?" she asked.
"And then of course my family has also to be considered," Prince Vasili went on, testily pushing away a little table without looking at her.
"He has made wills enough!" quietly remarked the princess.
The only question is, has it been destroyed or not?
I know who has been intriguing!
She had the air of one who has suddenly lost faith in the whole human race.
In this world one has to be cunning and cruel.
He has, no doubt, forgotten it and will wish to destroy it.
I know who has been intriguing--I know! cried the princess.
He has asked to see you.
Either this look meant nothing but that as long as one has eyes they must look somewhere, or it meant too much.
"Catiche has had tea served in the small drawing room," said Prince Vasili to Anna Mikhaylovna.
All I know is that his real will is in his writing table, and this is a paper he has forgotten....
The will has not yet been opened.
Here is some sort of Key to the Mysteries that your Heloise has sent you.
Our dear Emperor has left Petersburg and it is thought intends to expose his precious person to the chances of war.
God grant that the Corsican monster who is destroying the peace of Europe may be overthrown by the angel whom it has pleased the Almighty, in His goodness, to give us as sovereign!
To say nothing of my brothers, this war has deprived me of one of the associations nearest my heart.
This young man, of whom I spoke to you last summer, is so noble-minded and full of that real youthfulness which one seldom finds nowadays among our old men of twenty and, particularly, he is so frank and has so much heart.
Read the mystical book I am sending you; it has an enormous success here.
Dear and precious Friend, Your letter of the 13th has given me great delight.
Let us rather confine ourselves to studying those sublime rules which our divine Saviour has left for our guidance here below.
My father has not spoken to me of a suitor, but has only told me that he has received a letter and is expecting a visit from Prince Vasili.
God has nothing to do with it!
Napoleon has also formed his plan by now, not worse than this one.
"Everyone has his Achilles' heel," continued Prince Andrew.
"Countess Apraksina, poor thing, has lost her husband and she has cried her eyes out," she said, growing more and more lively.
Suvorov couldn't manage them so what chance has Michael Kutuzov?
Buonaparte has become a great commander among them!
He has got splendid soldiers.
Since the world began everybody has beaten the Germans.
Come now, where has this great commander of yours shown his skill? he concluded.
She was so tired that she has fallen asleep on the sofa in my room.
Don't forget that she has grown up and been educated in society, and so her position now is not a rosy one.
She has no one, no one.
She has had a dream and is frightened.
The captain's face showed the uneasiness of a schoolboy who is told to repeat a lesson he has not learned.
Has he been degraded into a field marshal, or into a soldier?
You know he has important connections...
And believe me on my honour that to me personally it would be a pleasure to hand over the supreme command of the army into the hands of a better informed and more skillful general--of whom Austria has so many--and to lay down all this heavy responsibility.
He now looked like a man who has time to think of the impression he makes on others, but is occupied with agreeable and interesting work.
General Mack has arrived, quite well, only a little bruised just here, he added, pointing with a beaming smile to his head.
"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes.
"I know who has taken it," repeated Rostov in an unsteady voice, and went to the door.
"Has something happened?" he added, surprised at the cadet's troubled face.
You tell the colonel in the presence of other officers that an officer has stolen...
"And what has become of that scoundrel?" he asked Denisov.
"He has weported himself sick, he's to be stwuck off the list tomowwow," muttered Denisov.
Mack has surrendered with his whole army.
"Oh, every bullet has its billet," answered Vaska Denisov, turning in his saddle.
A man has fallen!
"Well, it seems that no one has noticed," thought Rostov.
Reviewing his impressions of the recent battle, picturing pleasantly to himself the impression his news of a victory would create, or recalling the send-off given him by the commander-in-chief and his fellow officers, Prince Andrew was galloping along in a post chaise enjoying the feelings of a man who has at length begun to attain a long-desired happiness.
He has a passion for giving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can't do it, as you will see.
"Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.
"Now what does this mean, gentlemen?" said the staff officer, in the reproachful tone of a man who has repeated the same thing more than once.
The Emperor will teach your Suvara as he has taught the others...
The feeling, It has begun!
"What's that that has fallen?" asked the accountant with a naive smile.
He has been set down.
"Who the devil has put the logs on the road?" snarled he.
He was afraid of getting some other officer into trouble, and silently fixed his eyes on Bagration as a schoolboy who has blundered looks at an examiner.
No one has ever complained yet of being too much loved; and besides, you are free, you could throw it up tomorrow.
The old princess sighed sadly as she offered some wine to the old lady next to her and glanced angrily at her daughter, and her sigh seemed to say: "Yes, there's nothing left for you and me but to sip sweet wine, my dear, now that the time has come for these young ones to be thus boldly, provocatively happy."
And how has it all happened?
My wife has told me everything!
"God be thanked," thought the overseer, "the storm has blown over!"
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."
Has the snow been shoveled back?
And why not marry her if she really has so much money?
And how is it she has not pride enough to see it?
If she has no pride for herself she might at least have some for my sake!
No, she has no pride... but I'll let her see....
"I expect you have guessed that Prince Vasili has not come and brought his pupil with him" (for some reason Prince Bolkonski referred to Anatole as a "pupil") "for the sake of my beautiful eyes.
Remember this, Princess, I hold to the principle that a maiden has a full right to choose.
Now I'm very glad, very glad indeed, that my brother has distinguished himself so.
Her face wore the proud expression of a surgeon who has just performed a difficult operation and admits the public to appreciate his skill.
And how he has remembered everybody!
He has had a letter from Prince Kuragin about me.
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.
His hour has come!
"However, I think General Kutuzov has come out," said Prince Andrew.
He has retreated and ordered the rearguard to kindle fires and make a noise to deceive us.
However far he has walked, whatever strange, unknown, and dangerous places he reaches, just as a sailor is always surrounded by the same decks, masts, and rigging of his ship, so the soldier always has around him the same comrades, the same ranks, the same sergeant major Ivan Mitrich, the same company dog Jack, and the same commanders.
Go, my dear fellow, and see whether the third division has passed the village.
The decisive moment has arrived.
My turn has come, thought Prince Andrew, and striking his horse he rode up to Kutuzov.
There's the corner at the crossroads, where the cabman, Zakhar, has his stand, and there's Zakhar himself and still the same horse!
How he has changed!...
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
Pierre has arrived, and now we shall get anything we want from his hothouses.
He has forwarded me a letter from Boris.
"Dolokhov, Mary Ivanovna's son," she said in a mysterious whisper, "has compromised her completely, they say.
Pierre took him up, invited him to his house in Petersburg, and now... she has come here and that daredevil after her!" said Anna Mikhaylovna, wishing to show her sympathy for Pierre, but by involuntary intonations and a half smile betraying her sympathy for the "daredevil," as she called Dolokhov.
"What has happened?" he asked himself.
Now I have spoken that terrible word to myself all has become clear.
And is it worth tormenting oneself, when one has only a moment of life in comparison with eternity?
"Has anything come from Andrew?" she asked.
Dearest, I'm afraid this morning's fruschtique *--as Foka the cook calls it--has disagreed with me.
"Inform the prince that labor has begun," said Mary Bogdanovna, giving the messenger a significant look.
And do you know he has fallen in love with Sonya?
He has proposed to Sonya!
Much as Mamma pressed her, she refused, and I know she won't change once she has said...
What's he to do if he has such luck?...
When did it happen and what has happened?
"My cousin has nothing to do with this and it's not necessary to mention her!" he exclaimed fiercely.
What spark has set my inmost soul on fire, What is this bliss that makes my fingers thrill?
What has happened to her?
Yes, who has not done it?
He has made me...
If it is true that Monsieur Denisov has made you a proposal, tell him he is a fool, that's all!
The highest wisdom has but one science--the science of the whole--the science explaining the whole creation and man's place in it.
And to attain this end, we have the light called conscience that God has implanted in our souls.
A person of very high standing in our Brotherhood has made application for you to be received into our Order before the usual term and has proposed to me to be your sponsor.
And how has it ended?
I was against this marriage even then and foretold all that has happened.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
"Petrusha has come with papers from your father," whispered the maid.
My removal from the army does not produce the slightest stir--a blind man has left it.
Twice the marauders even attack our headquarters, and the commander-in-chief has to ask for a battalion to disperse them.
"He has perspired," said Prince Andrew.
"And who has told you what is bad for another man?" he asked.
He has a fit, he is dying, and you come and bleed him and patch him up.
Prince Andrew expressed his ideas so clearly and distinctly that it was evident he had reflected on this subject more than once, and he spoke readily and rapidly like a man who has not talked for a long time.
But he is growing old, and though not exactly cruel he has too energetic a character.
He is so accustomed to unlimited power that he is terrible, and now he has this authority of a commander-in-chief of the recruiting, granted by the Emperor.
"Only our holy brotherhood has the real meaning of life, all the rest is a dream," said Pierre.
That's what convinces, that is what has convinced me, said Prince Andrew.
He has not a character like us women who, when we suffer, can weep away our sorrows.
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.
"Makar Alexeevich has the list," answered the assistant.
One has to submit, and Vasili Dmitrich doesn't want to.
No doubt he" (indicating Rostov) "has connections on the staff.
It has to be done.
His Majesty the Emperor has deigned to send your excellency a project submitted by me...
He has promised to come this evening.
"What has Speranski to do with the army regulations?" asked Prince Andrew.
Just the same as now--I ask you, Count--who will be heads of the departments when everybody has to pass examinations?
I had heard of you, as everyone has, he said after a pause.
"And that is all the state has for the millions it has spent," said he.
As soon as we have a certain number of worthy men in every state, each of them again training two others and all being closely united, everything will be possible for our order, which has already in secret accomplished much for the welfare of mankind.
No one has ever heard him utter a groan or a word of complaint.
"No, now that she has become a bluestocking she has finally renounced her former infatuations," he told himself.
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
I have my position in the service, she has connections and some means.
Now the other sister, though they are the same family, is quite different-- an unpleasant character and has not the same intelligence.
They say she has millions.
There's one talking to him and he has turned away, she said, pointing at him.
Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy! thought he.
Everything was just as everybody always has it, especially so the general, who admired the apartment, patted Berg on the shoulder, and with parental authority superintended the setting out of the table for boston.
"What has happened to her?" he asked himself with still greater surprise.
I expect he has told you of his childish love for Natasha?
Bolkonski has come! she said.
My father, to whom I have told my plans, has made it an express condition of his consent that the wedding is not to take place for a year.
"Is it possible that this stranger has now become everything to me?" she asked herself, and immediately answered, "Yes, everything!
He has a heart of gold.
He is a most absent-minded and absurd fellow, but he has a heart of gold.
As it is, not only has she left us, and particularly Prince Andrew, with the purest regrets and memories, but probably she will there receive a place I dare not hope for myself.
But not to speak of her alone, that early and terrible death has had the most beneficent influence on me and on my brother in spite of all our grief.
He, as I wrote you before, has changed very much of late.
He has again become as I used to know him when a child: kind, affectionate, with that heart of gold to which I know no equal.
He has realized, it seems to me, that life is not over for him.
But together with this mental change he has grown physically much weaker.
He has become thinner and more nervous.
The good he has done to everybody here, from his peasants up to the gentry, is incalculable.
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.
Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease.
The chief attraction of military service has consisted and will consist in this compulsory and irreproachable idleness.
"You see he writes," said she, showing her son a letter of Prince Andrew's, with that latent grudge a mother always has in regard to a daughter's future married happiness, "he writes that he won't come before December.
Mitenka has told me all about it.
"What has happened?" asked Nicholas.
"Ah, he has found one, I think," said Ilagin carelessly.
There, it has beaten them all, the thousand-ruble as well as the one-ruble borzois.
Perhaps he has come and is sitting in the drawing room.
The thought has come into my mind that I was already tired of it all, and that we must all die.
"Ah, Countess," he said at last, "that's a European talent, she has nothing to learn--what softness, tenderness, and strength...."
What a heart she has, Nicholas!
* "He is charming; he has no sex."
"Helene, who has never cared for anything but her own body and is one of the stupidest women in the world," thought Pierre, "is regarded by people as the acme of intelligence and refinement, and they pay homage to her.
Our sovereign alone has protested against the seizure of the Duke of Oldenburg's territory, and even...
To please Moscow girls nowadays one has to be melancholy.
He has suffered so many disappointments and is so sensitive, said she to the mother.
"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!"
"My dear," said Anna Mikhaylovna to her son, "I know from a reliable source that Prince Vasili has sent his son to Moscow to get him married to Julie.
One thing has come on top of another: her rags to buy, and now a purchaser has turned up for the Moscow estate and for the house.
She has asked me to bring you two together.
I would not be silly and afraid of things, I would simply embrace him, cling to him, and make him look at me with those searching inquiring eyes with which he has so often looked at me, and then I would make him laugh as he used to laugh.
"Dear me, Michael Kirilovich has grown still stouter!" remarked the count.
Look at our Anna Mikhaylovna--what a headdress she has on!
What right has he not to wish to receive me into his family?
"And where has he sprung from?" he asked, turning to Shinshin.
"I suppose it has to be like this!" she thought.
So it is plain that nothing has happened and there is nothing to repent of, and Andrew can love me still.
She has written to you.
All that has happened, and now all is changed, she thought as she sat with the letter she had begun before her.
Can it be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that went before?
Only," she thought, "to tell Prince Andrew what has happened or to hide it from him are both equally impossible.
"But what has happened between you?" she asked.
What has he said to you?
But perhaps she really has already refused Bolkonski--she sent a letter to Princess Mary yesterday.
"What has happened?" asked Pierre, entering Marya Dmitrievna's room.
What troubles one has with these girls without their mother!
Have you heard she has broken off her engagement without consulting anybody?
"Thirdly," Pierre continued without listening to him, "you must never breathe a word of what has passed between you and Countess Rostova.
I know his pride will not let him express his feelings, but still he has taken it better, far better, than I expected.
"So Monsieur Kuragin has not honored Countess Rostova with his hand?" said Prince Andrew, and he snorted several times.
He has gone to Peters...
The room there has not been tidied up.
"No, she has dressed and gone into the drawing room," said Sonya.
She has worried me to death!
The higher a man stands on the social ladder, the more people he is connected with and the more power he has over others, the more evident is the predestination and inevitability of his every action.
When an apple has ripened and falls, why does it fall?
On first receiving the news, under the influence of indignation and resentment the Emperor had found a phrase that pleased him, fully expressed his feelings, and has since become famous.
Yesterday I learned that, despite the loyalty with which I have kept my engagements with Your Majesty, your troops have crossed the Russian frontier, and I have this moment received from Petersburg a note, in which Count Lauriston informs me, as a reason for this aggression, that Your Majesty has considered yourself to be in a state of war with me from the time Prince Kuragin asked for his passports.
In fact, the ambassador, as he himself has declared, was never authorized to make that demand, and as soon as I was informed of it I let him know how much I disapproved of it and ordered him to remain at his post.
In the contrary case, Your Majesty, I shall see myself forced to repel an attack that nothing on my part has provoked.
* "Royalty has its obligations."
What has she given you? he continued hurriedly, evidently no longer trying to show the advantages of peace and discuss its possibility, but only to prove his own rectitude and power and Alexander's errors and duplicity.
But no, he has preferred to surround himself with my enemies, and with whom?
He's stupid, but he has experience, a quick eye, and resolution....
Napoleon was in that state of irritability in which a man has to talk, talk, and talk, merely to convince himself that he is in the right.
"Every country has its own character," said he.
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.
Why has he taken on himself such a responsibility?
Let him have mine, he has a long way to go!
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
If you think someone has wronged you, forget it and forgive!
She, poor innocent creature, is left to be victimized by an old man who has outlived his wits.
If our army is well organized and strong and has withdrawn to Drissa without suffering any defeats, we owe this entirely to Barclay.
General Armfeldt has proposed a splendid position with an exposed rear, or why not this Italian gentleman's attack--very fine, or a retreat, also good!
Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine--not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.
The last medicine has done her a very great deal of good.
She has freshened up very much.
A comely, fresh-looking old man was conducting the service with that mild solemnity which has so elevating and soothing an effect on the souls of the worshipers.
You know Nicholas has received a St. George's Cross?
Pierre replied, that he has nothing to forgive....
And my coachman has gone.
Prince Golitsyn has engaged a master to teach him Russian.
The enemy has entered the borders of Russia with immense forces.
Your mother's milk has hardly dried on your lips and you want to go into the army!
I never doubted the devotion of the Russian nobles, but today it has surpassed my expectations.
God has sent you! exclaimed deeply moved voices as Rostov passed through the anteroom.
Her husband has welcomed his Serene Highness with the cross at the church, and she intends to welcome him in the house....
Natalie has recovered her looks and is brighter.
And the people too are quite mutinous--they no longer obey, even my maid has taken to being rude.
He is a hypocrite, a rascal who has himself roused the people to riot.
Well, say your father has a German valet, and he is a splendid valet and satisfies your father's requirements better than you could, then it's all right to let him serve.
He who has come to this as I have through the same sufferings...
Ah, my friend, it has of late become hard for me to live.
After the advance has begun in this manner, orders will be given in accordance with the enemy's movements.
But in the disposition it is said that, after the fight has commenced in this manner, orders will be given in accordance with the enemy's movements, and so it might be supposed that all necessary arrangements would be made by Napoleon during the battle.
It has diminished greatly since Smolensk.
Has your regiment had its rice?
It has, Your Majesty.
"He was here a minute ago but has just gone that way," someone told him, pointing to the right.
"They've withdrawn the front line, it has retired," said they, pointing over the earthwork.
Napoleon was experiencing a feeling of depression like that of an ever- lucky gambler who, after recklessly flinging money about and always winning, suddenly just when he has calculated all the chances of the game, finds that the more he considers his play the more surely he loses.
No, it has gone over.
But this one has hit!
The French invaders, like an infuriated animal that has in its onslaught received a mortal wound, felt that they were perishing, but could not stop, any more than the Russian army, weaker by one half, could help swerving.
By the time Achilles has covered the distance that separated him from the tortoise, the tortoise has covered one tenth of that distance ahead of him: when Achilles has covered that tenth, the tortoise has covered another one hundredth, and so on forever.
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.
But a commander in chief, especially at a difficult moment, has always before him not one proposal but dozens simultaneously.
Allow me to tell you, your excellency, that that question has no meaning for a Russian.
"Well, yes," said she, "it may be that he has other sentiments for me than those of a father, but that is not a reason for me to shut my door on him.
Oh, Mamma, how is it you don't understand that the Holy Father, who has the right to grant dispensations...
His Serene Highness has passed through Mozhaysk in order to join up with the troops moving toward him and has taken up a strong position where the enemy will not soon attack him.
Now the father has come to intercede for him.
It has now come to my knowledge that you lent him your carriage for his removal from town, and that you have even accepted papers from him for safe custody.
And I will knock the nonsense out of anybody"-- but probably realizing that he was shouting at Bezukhov who so far was not guilty of anything, he added, taking Pierre's hand in a friendly manner, "We are on the eve of a public disaster and I haven't time to be polite to everybody who has business with me.
Happy he who has ears to hear.
Oh, by the by!" he shouted through the doorway after Pierre, "is it true that the countess has fallen into the clutches of the holy fathers of the Society of Jesus?"
Mavra Kuzminichna has sent me: they have brought some wounded here--officers.
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!
It pulls out and has a secret English drawer, you know!
And dear Vera has long wanted one.
Owing to the present state of things Sophia Danilovna has gone to the Torzhok estate with the children, your excellency.
Makar Alexeevich, the brother of my late master--may the kingdom of heaven be his--has remained here, but he is in a weak state as you know, said the old servant.
As it was sealed up so it has remained, but Sophia Danilovna gave orders that if anyone should come from you they were to have the books.
"A town captured by the enemy is like a maid who has lost her honor," thought he (he had said so to Tuchkov at Smolensk).
But one has only to observe that hive to realize that there is no longer any life in it.
The beekeeper closes the hive, chalks a mark on it, and when he has time tears out its contents and burns it clean.
Can they be saved when the army has gone?
Where has she run off to?
"The count has not left, he is here, and an order will be issued concerning you," said the superintendent of police.
Who has let things come to such a pass? he ruminated.
Your excellency, the Director of the Registrar's Department has sent for instructions...
From the Consistory, from the Senate, from the University, from the Foundling Hospital, the Suffragan has sent... asking for information....
Your excellency, the superintendent of the lunatic asylum has come: what are your commands?
We must punish the villain who has caused the ruin of Moscow.
He has betrayed his Tsar and his country, he has gone over to Bonaparte.
He alone of all the Russians has disgraced the Russian name, he has caused Moscow to perish, said Rostopchin in a sharp, even voice, but suddenly he glanced down at Vereshchagin who continued to stand in the same submissive attitude.
Since the world began and men have killed one another no one has ever committed such a crime against his fellow man without comforting himself with this same idea.
Pierre had first experienced this strange and fascinating feeling at the Sloboda Palace, when he had suddenly felt that wealth, power, and life--all that men so painstakingly acquire and guard--if it has any worth has so only by reason of the joy with which it can all be renounced.
But that man has vanquished me.
He has taken hold of me.
I could not resist the sight of the grandeur and glory with which he has covered France.
What has become of him?
"Lieutenant, he has a dagger," were the first words Pierre understood.
Prince Kutuzov's adjutant has brought me a letter in which he demands police officers to guide the army to the Ryazan road.
You can yourself imagine the effect this news has had on me, and your silence increases my astonishment.
"Has the enemy entered the city?" he asked.
She has heard from her niece how you rescued her...
You see, Aunt, Mamma has long wanted me to marry an heiress, but the very idea of marrying for money is repugnant to me.
You know Sonya has nothing and you yourself say your Papa's affairs are in a very bad way.
Either black is particularly becoming to her or she really has greatly improved without my having noticed it.
A courier has arrived and there's a letter for you.
How has his whole illness gone?
"Ah, she has come!" thought he.
Where has he gone?
And at once, as a clock begins to strike and chime as soon as the minute hand has completed a full circle, this change was shown by an increased activity, whirring, and chiming in the higher spheres.
A third has advanced along the Vladimir road, and a fourth, rather considerable detachment is stationed between Ruza and Mozhaysk.
In view of all this information, when the enemy has scattered his forces in large detachments, and with Napoleon and his Guards in Moscow, is it possible that the enemy's forces confronting you are so considerable as not to allow of your taking the offensive?
These are the measures the government has adopted to re- establish order and relieve your condition.
You, peaceful inhabitants of Moscow, artisans and workmen whom misfortune has driven from the city, and you scattered tillers of the soil, still kept out in the fields by groundless fear, listen!
He is a Russian seigneur who has had misfortunes, but he is a man.
When one has studied, you see, one likes education and well-bred people.'
See what that one has behind in the cart....
See how that fellow has loaded himself up, he can hardly walk!
It is natural for a man who does not understand the workings of a machine to imagine that a shaving that has fallen into it by chance and is interfering with its action and tossing about in it is its most important part.
They are like children from whom one can't get any sensible account of what has happened because they all want to show how well they can fight.
That Napoleon has left Moscow?
What is the use of that, when a third of their army has melted away on the road from Moscow to Vyazma without any battle?
An army has suffered defeat, and at once a people loses its rights in proportion to the severity of the reverse, and if its army suffers a complete defeat the nation is quite subjugated.
So according to history it has been found from the most ancient times, and so it is to our own day.
What has he been doing all this time?
We have a new sutler and he has such capital things.
He has splendid things.
Who has told them not to capture me these twenty times over?
'I don't grieve for myself,' he says, 'God, it seems, has chastened me.
A paper has come from the Tsar!' so they began looking for him," here Karataev's lower jaw trembled, "but God had already forgiven him--he was dead!
There now, Karataev has spread out and disappeared.
And the whole world for fifty years has been repeating: Sublime!
What Russian, reading the account of the last part of the campaign of 1812, has not experienced an uncomfortable feeling of regret, dissatisfaction, and perplexity?
Who has not asked himself how it is that the French were not all captured or destroyed when our three armies surrounded them in superior numbers, when the disordered French, hungry and freezing, surrendered in crowds, and when (as the historians relate) the aim of the Russians was to stop the French, to cut them off, and capture them all?
Thirdly it was impossible, because the military term "to cut off" has no meaning.
To a lackey no man can be great, for a lackey has his own conception of greatness.
What has become of you, you son of a bitch?
"And that son of a bitch Petrov has lagged behind after all, it seems," said one sergeant major.
"She has come to stay with me," said Princess Mary.
Before Pierre left the room Princess Mary told him: "This is the first time she has talked of him like that."
They had evidently both formed the same resolution; the eyes of both shone with satisfaction and a confession that besides sorrow life also has joy.
Natasha suddenly said with a mischievous smile such as Princess Mary had not seen on her face for a long time, he has somehow grown so clean, smooth, and fresh--as if he had just come out of a Russian bath; do you understand?
He has greatly improved.
Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.
He has spoken? she repeated.
Whether the preservation of my father's house in Moscow, or the glory of the Russian arms, or the prosperity of the Petersburg and other universities, or the freedom of Poland or the greatness of Russia, or the balance of power in Europe, or a certain kind of European culture called "progress" appear to me to be good or bad, I must admit that besides these things the action of every historic character has other more general purposes inaccessible to me.
It is not Napoleon who prepares himself for the accomplishment of his role, so much as all those round him who prepare him to take on himself the whole responsibility for what is happening and has to happen.
A bee settling on a flower has stung a child.
And which of us has not weaknesses of his own?
From reports current in town she learned how the Rostovs were situated, and how "the son has sacrificed himself for his mother," as people were saying.
"Yes, Princess," said Nicholas at last with a sad smile, "it doesn't seem long ago since we first met at Bogucharovo, but how much water has flowed since then!
"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."
Perhaps she lacks egotism, I don't know, but from her is taken away, and everything has been taken away.
Now our Natasha has come to life.
"Look, Anna Timofeevna," she added to her companion, "see what a box for cards my son has brought us!"
"It means that Anna Makarovna has finished her stocking," said Countess Mary.
He has abandoned himself altogether to this mysticism (Pierre could not tolerate mysticism in anyone now).
Nicholas has the weakness of never agreeing with anything not generally accepted.
"For instance, he is collecting a library and has made it a rule not to buy a new book till he has read what he had already bought--Sismondi and Rousseau and Montesquieu," he added with a smile.
But modern history has not done this.
The strangeness and absurdity of these replies arise from the fact that modern history, like a deaf man, answers questions no one has asked.
If instead of a divine power some other force has appeared, it should be explained in what this new force consists, for the whole interest of history lies precisely in that force.
Peasants having no clear idea of the cause of rain, say, according to whether they want rain or fine weather: "The wind has blown the clouds away," or, "The wind has brought up the clouds."
He has devised a complete explanation.
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.
Having abandoned the conception of the ancients as to the divine subjection of the will of a nation to some chosen man and the subjection of that man's will to the Deity, history cannot without contradictions take a single step till it has chosen one of two things: either a return to the former belief in the direct intervention of the Deity in human affairs or a definite explanation of the meaning of the force producing historical events and termed "power."
Recognizing the falsity of this view of history, another set of historians say that power rests on a conditional delegation of the will of the people to their rulers, and that historical leaders have power only conditionally on carrying out the program that the will of the people has by tacit agreement prescribed to them.
And the history of the Godfreys and the Minnesingers has remained the history of Godfreys and Minnesingers, but the history of the life of the peoples and their impulses has remained unknown.
But to understand phenomena man has, besides abstract reasoning, experience by which he verifies his reflections.
When a man works alone he always has a certain set of reflections which as it seems to him directed his past activity, justify his present activity, and guide him in planning his future actions.
All the contradictions and obscurities of history and the false path historical science has followed are due solely to the lack of a solution of that question.
Having learned from experiment and argument that a stone falls downwards, a man indubitably believes this and always expects the law that he has learned to be fulfilled.
History surveys a presentation of man's life in which the union of these two contradictions has already taken place.
Similarly a man who committed a murder twenty years ago and has since lived peaceably and harmlessly in society seems less guilty and his action more due to the law of inevitability, to someone who considers his action after twenty years have elapsed than to one who examined it the day after it was committed.
I lift it, but ask myself: could I have abstained from lifting my arm at the moment that has already passed?
(3) The connection between cause and effect has no beginning and can have no end.
And if history has for its object the study of the movement of the nations and of humanity and not the narration of episodes in the lives of individuals, it too, setting aside the conception of cause, should seek the laws common to all the inseparably interconnected infinitesimal elements of free will.
"Second," Katie cut in, "His father's family has been in this country longer than yours."
She has already apologized and I have accepted her apology.
Has Alex told you about the party?
Wait until you see what Nina has sewn for you.
"It doesn't matter how much money he has," Alex interrupted.
He likes to surprise people.
This antibiotic seems to be working better than the previous one.
Do you think everything they have done has been with the single ambition of getting third-party information out of you?
He has a way of looking at you...
Has he threatened you?
It has living quarters at the back.
This has been hard for you, as well.
Ozma has it; for its powers won't work in a common, ordinary country like the United States.
He has won the race, and won it fairly; but what can a horse of flesh do against a tireless beast of wood?
The storm has blown two of the little ones out of the nest.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
He has seen me in my blindness, and is trying to open my eyes.
Who has not heard of George Washington?
"Who has done this?" he cried.
And every day since you showed me the book, he has given me a lesson.
He has given you clothing both warm and beautiful.
Every boy has heard of Robinson Crusoe.
"Why, what has happened to you?" he asked.
"There is nothing lacking," he said, "but the ten pieces he has told you about; and I will give him these as a reward."
Oh, what has happened?
"Of course she will be glad to know that," said the boy; "but she has no time to bother about me to-night."
He has come after me.
Hey, someone has to discover penicillin—it might as well be me.
It has an air conditioner.
The Internet has no central planning agency deciding what new, cool websites should be made.
But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
He has no time to be anything but a machine.
She has refused to evacuate Malta.
Everyone has left Moscow and the people are rioting.
This is what his cajolery has brought us to!
More like Dulce has been talking to me.
Very likely he has stopped to take care of them.
He has been here about an hour.
We could say he has excellent taste.
Some medical attention has to beat none.
What boy or girl has not heard the story of King Robert Brace and the spider?
It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here all winter.
My, aren't you the night owl tonight - the boy who has been dancing with me half the night.