The people did not like this.
He does not like to do anything else.
I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.
Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.
The Internet does not, like the car, have a single essence.
"But won't they be veg'table, like everything else here?" asked the kitten.
He was dressed plainly, and, with his reddish-brown hair and mud-bespattered face, looked like a hard- working countryman just in from the backwoods.
I don't like you to talk like that.
Oh, mother, I would like to know everything.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
Well, whatever we do, I'd like to do it as a family.
Like a bird let loose, his horse leaped forward.
He was not petted and spoiled like many other princes.
Around it were arranged, like the five points of a star, the other five brilliant balls; one being rose colored, one violet, one yellow, one blue and one orange.
At last he saw something in the darkness that looked like two balls of fire.
She would like to have so much attention.
The sides of the tunnel showed before them like the inside of a long spy-glass, and the floor became more level.
They fly hither and thither in my thought like blind birds beating the air with ineffectual wings.
Now it seemed more like a vacation.
I did not like his plan, for I wished to enter college with my class.
On the 1st of April it rained and melted the ice, and in the early part of the day, which was very foggy, I heard a stray goose groping about over the pond and cackling as if lost, or like the spirit of the fog.
It meant a good deal to him to secure a home like this.
The words rush through my hand like hounds in pursuit of a hare which they often miss.
But when a great scholar like Professor Kittredge interprets what the master said, it is "as if new sight were given the blind."
How can you torture me and yourself like that, for a mere fancy? said Nicholas taking her hand.
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
It seems like you've become the resident veterinarian and the vacation is over.
The mountain before them was shaped like a cone and was so tall that its point was lost in the clouds.
I like this goal, and I would like to do it as well, but in bits, not bites.
There is a plenty of such chairs as I like best in the village garrets to be had for taking them away.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
Would you like to kiss me? she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
Would you like it again?
"Well, my Highness would like some oats," declared the horse.
Why, I feel like a colt today, replied Jim.
It looks just like her!
I don't use history to predict the future, like some talisman that lets me pick winning lottery numbers (don't I wish).
Statistics like this are generally not rigorously calculated.
The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.
Probably I should not consciously and deliberately forsake my particular calling to do the good which society demands of me, to save the universe from annihilation; and I believe that a like but infinitely greater steadfastness elsewhere is all that now preserves it.
Natasha did not like the visitor's tone of condescension to childish things.
He wouldn't like that.
"Does the dama-fruit grow on a low bush, and look something like a peach?" asked the Wizard.
When I get my thoughts arranged in good order I do not like to have anything upset them or throw them into confusion.
The vase had a very small neck, and spread out at the top like a bowl.
Now the landlord prided himself upon keeping a first-class hotel, and he feared that his guests would not like the rough-looking traveler.
There was once a painter whose name was Zeuxis. He could paint pictures so life-like that they were mistaken for the real things which they represented.
"It looks just like her, doesn't it?" she said.
He was not strong enough to work on the farm like his brothers; but he loved books and study.
"Well, truly," said Cyrus, "I do not like him.
No one would have thought that a child like you had gold about him.
The poet Whittier has written a poem about him, which you will like to hear.
He took something like an oarlock from his pocket and fastened it to the stern of the boat; then with a paddle which worked in this oarlock one of the boys could guide the boat while the other turned the paddle wheels.
"I wonder why we didn't think of something like that long ago," said his father.
Almost anybody could rig up an old boat like that.
So he sat there trembling and afraid; for he was a timid, bashful man and did not like to be noticed.
All around him were the cows of the abbey, some chewing their cuds, and others like their master quietly sleeping.
All who reach old age must lose their strength and become like him, feeble and gray.
"I am sorry if you do not like it," said Jacquot.
"Is she like our mother?" asked Chariot.
But in some ways, it's like antique furniture.
So the salesperson says, "If you like that suit, then come over here and try this one from Ralph Lauren."
We read together, "As You Like It," Burke's "Speech on Conciliation with America," and Macaulay's "Life of Samuel Johnson."
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.
Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....
Once more something whistled, but this time quite close, swooping downwards like a little bird; a flame flashed in the middle of the street, something exploded, and the street was shrouded in smoke.
Some of this dust was kneaded by the feet and wheels, while the rest rose and hung like a cloud over the troops, settling in eyes, ears, hair, and nostrils, and worst of all in the lungs of the men and beasts as they moved along that road.
But he was kind and gentle only to those of his regiment, to Timokhin and the like--people quite new to him, belonging to a different world and who could not know and understand his past.
He was sitting on the seat the old prince used to like to sit on, and beside him strips of bast were hanging on the broken and withered branch of a magnolia.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.
Umm. Well, I think something like 50% of marriages fail - maybe more.
"I like this," he said, zipping it up.
Señor Medena eyed Carmen thoughtfully, but like Alex, there was no way of knowing what was on his mind.
Is it always like this?
It wasn't like him to be petty.
Dulce looked nothing like Alex.
Like father, like son.
"I'm not like him," Alex stated firmly.
You're not like him, and I'm glad.
I would like to.
But then, a party didn't seem like something Señor Medena would plan.
He does not like the way father treats us - financially.
Yeah, I think it's more like a miniature rodeo.
That's more like it.
I feel like we're drifting apart here.
If it had been for both of them, they would have invited some of her friends - like Katie and Bill.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
Do I like fish?
"I don't like these veg'table people," said the little girl.
The advisors of the Princess did not like this test; but she commanded them to step into the flame and one by one they did so, and were scorched so badly that the air was soon filled with an odor like that of baked potatoes.
They saw a mass of tough green vines all matted together and writhing and twisting around like a nest of great snakes.
Here one side of the mountain had a great hole in it, like the mouth of a cavern, and the stairs stopped at the near edge of the floor and commenced ascending again at the opposite edge.
"They seem like open-work," remarked the boy, gazing intently.
But I would like very much a blue hair-ribbon.
Others had flat noses, protruding eyes, and ears that were shaped like those of an elephant.
The tops of their heads had no hair, but were carved into a variety of fantastic shapes, some having a row of points or balls around the top, others designs resembling flowers or vegetables, and still others having squares that looked like waffles cut criss-cross on their heads.
The Wizard raised one of his revolvers and fired into the throng of his enemies, and the shot resounded like a clap of thunder in that silent place.
"Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?" she asked, addressing her pet.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
Ozma has it; for its powers won't work in a common, ordinary country like the United States.
You're sure to like Billina, when you know her, asserted Dorothy.
"Your friends sound like a menagerie," remarked Zeb, uneasily.
What would your Highness like for dinner?
"Oh, I cannot hope ever to be like you," sighed the Sawhorse.
Real horses, like myself, are made of flesh and blood and bones.
One was an enormous Lion with clear, intelligent eyes, a tawney mane bushy and well kept, and a body like yellow plush.
"You may choose any subject that you like best," said the teacher.
He wrote "The Village Blacksmith," "The Children's Hour," and many other beautiful pieces which you will like to read and remember.
"How I should like to meet that wolf," said little Gilbert.
"I should like to be a sailor," said George Washington.
How would you like to live with me, Giotto?
"I should like to learn to do that--oh, ever so much!" he answered.
They admired the book very much, for they had never seen anything like it.
Although his father was a king, Cyrus was brought up like the son of a common man.
You may believe the story that you like best.
Do I look like the wisest of the wise?
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
I refer to history extensively in these pages because I believe historical people are exactly like us, only in different circumstances.
The 1920s to 1950s renderings of what people thought the future would look like are full of things like personal jetpacks and flying cars.
It was like the Olympic torch in antiquity: All it took was one guy carrying the torch to slip in the mud and the entire chain was broken.
Once that is achieved, the sort of event that will happen is: You will be online to order, say, a replacement water filter, and the suggestion engine will propose that along with the filter, you might like to buy ... a pogo stick.
And that is why, if we are to use the Internet and technology to end ignorance, we still need people like Jim Haynes.
In the future, something very much like the Amazon suggestion engine, but for all of life, will change that.
It will look at all other people who like the same restaurants and see where they repeatedly go for Italian food in San Francisco.
This system will look at all the Italian restaurants around the country that you already like and look at all the ingredients they order online and look for restaurants in San Francisco using the same set of ingredients.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
And my system will come back with a single answer, something like, You should go to Tommaso's on Kearny Street.
Would you like a reservation?
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
They will feel like we stumbled sloppily into the future.
We know for certain that these feats, and hundreds more like them, are true.
Thanks to Jenner, Nelmes, Blossom, and Phipps (which sounds like a rather odd law firm), today we have the word "vaccine."
The factors that enable us to solve for and eliminate disease are getting better all the time, like wind at our back, pushing us forward.
With skin cancer, like all diseases, over time some people get better and some people get worse, and often we really don't know why.
A finding might look like this: "People who eat radishes get better slightly more frequently than people who don't."
Today, we discover things like "Wellbutrin helps people stop smoking" through chance and dumb luck.
Though cases like these are not really how the science will be used, they illustrate the principle.
How much potential is there in millions of discoveries like that?
We hear of treatments that work some percent of the time or we hear phrases like, "They are not responding to treatment."
Puppies are like this too.
Most cases aren't like our jelly bean example where each person had the items the other person wanted.
Trade is not like this at all.
Could you have imagined a store like this if you lived a century ago?
Most of these people have other jobs and obligations, so without something like Etsy, they might not be able to enter into these trades.
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 pay per click (PPC) business is a way to advertise online to people who did a specific search in a search engine like Google or who are viewing content on a certain topic.
And yet, our lives are nothing like that.
We essentially view scarcity like the children's game "musical chairs."
But is energy really scarce—or is it like air?
And like our example with energy, technology and human innovation could make other things that are now scarce—or that we think of now as scarce—not so at all.
You and your spouse both like Oreos.
If you like having sore muscles at the end of a day or working a job that requires little of your mental capacity so you can contemplate Nietzsche, hey, more power to you.
How many people do you suppose would like that?
Depending on function, robots can come in all shapes and sizes, and I see no compelling reason to make them like humans.
We have fallen into the habit of anthropomorphizing computers and robots for a simple reason: The more we program them to do things that we presently do, the more we think of them as being like us.
As much as I would like to continue with speculations about molecular-sized machines, I have a larger thesis to prove.
That would be like the price of a Mercedes falling from $50,000 to a nickel.
That's probably like $50 in 1993 dollars.
So a thousandfold increase in capacity at one-fortieth the cost is like the $50,000 Mercedes dropping to a buck and a quarter.
I know that sounds preposterous—but only based on our assumptions that the future will be like the past.
Yes, I know this sounds like one of those bad infomercials.
If you ask it to run your bath, it knows you like the water at 104 degrees.
As I observed a few pages ago in "Let Robots Be Robots," an intelligent system like this won't be creepy because we do not want it to be creepy.
I wish the whole world were like that!
Like a TV star that doesn't scale back his expenses after his show is cancelled, these benefits expand, not contract, during periods of economic decline, for two main reasons.
That is something like what I expect will happen, but on a worldwide scale.
I enjoy those freedoms much like an interest payment or dividend, and I call it "my right" to free speech.
Just like they do today.
Like most stereotypes, it is an over-simplification.
They work at jobs they do not like, doing work a machine should be doing.
It goes something like this: If everyone is "rich," then doesn't everyone just become the idle rich?
As technology enters its explosive period of growth, with the Internet and associated technologies flourishing in a Moore's-Law-like manner, it will create immense amounts of wealth.
And second, people are really bad at connecting cause and effect in their lives when it comes to things like this.
Or, we gravitate toward anecdotes like, "I take my vitamin C every day and haven't had a cold in year."
In essence, they would become like Japan, which exports essentially no food, imports US$44 billion in food annually, but still enjoys a high standard of living.
And yet the future I envision is no more like what we have today than a state-of-the-art Volvo factory is like a nineteenth-century London sweatshop.
When I use a term like factory farm, I am envisioning not what these things are now but what they will be.
Because of its reliability, agriculture will become more like an exact science.
First, this future farm I describe is nothing like what I go out of my way to avoid today.
Second, some people will still want their food grown the old-fashioned way, just like how I buy heritage meats and heirloom seeds.
We like these varieties and their tie to history.
The proverbial "Little Timmy" will find it hard to believe that food isn't manufactured like electronics but grown like an animal.
First, the technology can be abused and used irresponsibly, like pretty much every other technology in the world.
But sometimes it was like lightning in a bottle, and magic happened.
Venter's plan is to use bacteria to brew fuel, much like we brew beer today.
Or that taste like meat, taking pastureland off the grid.
(If that can be achieved, to my readers under age twelve, I hold out the possibility of Brussels sprouts that taste like chocolate.)
For environmentalist organizations like Greenpeace to be against GMO in all its forms under all conditions does nothing at all to serve them or the constituencies they purport to represent.
Eleni is CEO of the Ethiopian Commodity Exchange, which works like this: Farmers in Ethiopia bring their crops to any of two hundred market centers around the country.
I believe we will see the day when food is like that.
You could have the libertarian state, the green state, the clothing-optional state, the state with free public housing for all, the state where puns are outlawed, the state with a two-drink minimum, the fiercely pro-business state—even a state that guarantees free speech but requires that you sing your speech like a show tune.
We live in a chillingly martial world.
They like their iPods, their laptops, their cars, their tennis shoes, and so on.
Frankly speaking, we all like our "stuff."
I wouldn't give it up for a million dollars, just like I wouldn't sell my left arm for a million dollars.
(Not to mention the fact that, if the stuff all hits the fan, widget factories like yours would almost certainly be marked with bull's-eyes on the enemy's aerial bombing maps.)
Arrangements like this are commonplace, although largely hidden from view.
Like kings, dictators have little regard for their subjects.
This is because, like technology, money also multiplies the labor of man.
Mass communication means we no longer read a number like "a million dead"—we actually see them, see pictures of them.
Anything that looks too much like The Matrix movies or The Terminator movies is just, well, kind of creepy.
I see us today in a situation like those historical ones.
We would recite it to each other like a Homeric epic.
Civilization, like technology, also compounds over time, as do its benefits.
As I review these points, none of them seem particularly like "stretches" to me.
Instead, you have to find small things over which to argue, like whether the capital gains tax should be raised.
After all, we live in a universe that looks like it has plenty of room for us to expand into.
Even when I studied most earnestly it seemed more like play than work.
I find in one of them, a letter to Mr. Anagnos, dated September 29, 1891, words and sentiments exactly like those of the book.
At the time I was writing "The Frost King," and this letter, like many others, contains phrases which show that my mind was saturated with the story.
It seemed like the "Arabian Nights," it was crammed so full of novelty and interest.
In the electrical building we examined the telephones, autophones, phonographs, and other inventions, and he made me understand how it is possible to send a message on wires that mock space and outrun time, and, like Prometheus, to draw fire from the sky.
It was very amusing but I did not like it nearly so well as "Wilhelm Tell."
Then she told me that she had a beautiful story about a little boy which she was sure I should like better than "The Scarlet Letter."
I do not know why it is, but stories in which animals are made to talk and act like human beings have never appealed to me very strongly.
I read it as much as possible without the help of notes or dictionary, and I always like to translate the episodes that please me especially.
Virgil is serene and lovely like a marble Apollo in the moonlight; Homer is a beautiful, animated youth in the full sunlight with the wind in his hair.
Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age.
The bright, gentle, fanciful plays--the ones I like best now--appear not to have impressed me at first, perhaps because they reflected the habitual sunshine and gaiety of a child's life.
I have since read Shakespeare's plays many times and know parts of them by heart, but I cannot tell which of them I like best.
Then, too, there is in German literature a fine reserve which I like; but its chief glory is the recognition I find in it of the redeeming potency of woman's self-sacrificing love.
Of all the French writers that I have read, I like Moliere and Racine best.
I like Scott for his freshness, dash and large honesty.
I like to contend with wind and wave.
It is like the kiss of warm lips on my face.
I find even the smallest child excellent company, and I am glad to say that children usually like me.
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life's shut gate.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
The perplexities, irritations and worries that have absorbed us pass like unpleasant dreams, and we wake to see with new eyes and hear with new ears the beauty and harmony of God's real world.
They are like people who when walking with you try to shorten their steps to suit yours; the hypocrisy in both cases is equally exasperating.
I knew Mr. Henry Drummond, and the memory of his strong, warm hand-clasp is like a benediction.
I was like little Ascanius, who followed with unequal steps the heroic strides of Aeneas on his march toward mighty destinies.
I do like to read in my book. you do love me.
Boat is like house.
Father took us to see steam boat it is like house.
Mr. Anagnos did see oranges, they look like golden apples.
Would you like to see darling little Mildred?
Clifton did not kiss me because he does not like to kiss little girls.
It was like a ship.
Many years ago there lived in England many good people, but the king and his friends were not kind and gentle and patient with good people, because the king did not like to have the people disobey him.
People did not like to go to church with the king; but they did like to build very nice little churches for themselves.
I did see the rock in Plymouth and a little ship like the Mayflower and the cradle that dear little Peregrine slept in and many old things that came in the Mayflower.
She assimilated words and practised with them, sometimes using them intelligently, sometimes repeating them in a parrot-like fashion.
I hope you will come to Alabama to visit me and I will take you to ride in my little cart and I think you will like to see me on my dear little pony's back.
A telescope is like a very strong eye.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
The other day I broke my doll's head off; but that was not a dreadful accident, because dolls do not live and feel, like people.
I would like to have some clay.
She can drink milk like a real baby.
I should like to send a kiss to Vittorio, the little prince of Naples, but teacher says she is afraid you will not remember so many messages.
Like a good many of Helen Keller's early letters, this to her French teacher is her re-phrasing of a story.
How would you like that?
I think she would like to put her two soft arms around your neck and hug you.
I love to go to church, because I like to see my friends.
The dress is blue like your eyes, and candy is sweet just like your dear little self.
I should like to call her Lioness, for your dog.
I study about the earth, and the animals, and I like arithmetic exceedingly.
I shall be happy to have a letter from you when you like to write to me.
Lady Meath said she would like to see your flowers, and hear the mocking-birds sing.
I hope you will like your watch-case, for it made me very happy to make it for you.
I should like to be at home on Christmas day.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
When I was a very little child I used to sit in my mother's lap all the time, because I was very timid, and did not like to be left by myself.
I tried to make sounds like my little playmates, but teacher told me that the voice was very delicate and sensitive and that it would injure it to make incorrect sounds, and promised to take me to see a kind and wise lady who would teach me rightly.
I should like very much to see you to-day Is the sun very hot in Boston now? this afternoon if it is cool enough I shall take Mildred for a ride on my donkey.
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.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
And my dear father, how he would like to hear about our journey!
In Harrisburg we saw a donkey like Neddy.
The sun knows that you like to see the world covered with beautiful white snow and so he kept back all his brightness, and let the little crystals form in the sky.
I think you will like them too, so I will try to write them for you.
Then I was like the little blind children who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
Everything was fresh and spring-like, and we stayed out of doors all day.
Do you like to ride?
I like to have my friends' pictures even though I cannot see them.
I do not write on a Braille tablet, as you suppose, but on a grooved board like the piece which I enclose.
You could not read Braille; for it is written in dots, not at all like ordinary letters.
I would like to feel a parrot talk, it would be so much fun! but I would be pleased with, and love any little creature you send me.
I do try to think that he is still near, very near; but sometimes the thought that he is not here, that I shall not see him when I go to Boston,--that he is gone,--rushes over my soul like a great wave of sorrow.
Her visit to the World's Fair she described in a letter to Mr. John P. Spaulding, which was published in St. Nicholas, and is much like the following letter.
I sat in King Ludwig's armchair and felt like a queen when Dr. Gillett remarked that I had many loyal subjects.
Once, while we were out on the water, the sun went down over the rim of the earth, and threw a soft, rosy light over the White City, making it look more than ever like Dreamland....
I used to say I did not like arithmetic very well, but now I have changed my mind.
I did not like to trouble them while I was trying to get money for poor little Tommy, for of course it was more important that he should be educated than that my people should have books to read. 4.
The glorious bay lay calm and beautiful in the October sunshine, and the ships came and went like idle dreams; those seaward going slowly disappeared like clouds that change from gold to gray; those homeward coming sped more quickly like birds that seek their mother's nest....
Oh, Carrie, how I should like to speak like other people!
Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
I am sure you would like to know Mr. and Mrs. Hutton, they are so kind and interesting.
Teacher seems to feel benefitted by the change too; for she is already beginning to look like her dear old self.
I know you want to hear how I like my school.
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.
They are like the people whom they see every day, who prefer the crowded, noisy city to the quiet and freedom of the country.
"Slim" would describe them, if they were anything like the saw-horses I have seen.
How quickly I should lock up all these mighty warriors, and hoary sages, and impossible heroes, who are now almost my only companions; and dance and sing and frolic like other girls!
She looked as if she had just risen from the foam of the sea, and her loveliness was like a strain of heavenly music.
As to the two-handed alphabet, I think it is much easier for those who have sight than the manual alphabet; for most of the letters look like the large capitals in books; but I think when it comes to teaching a deaf-blind person to spell, the manual alphabet is much more convenient, and less conspicuous....
I have just had some pictures taken, and if they are good, I would like to send one to Mr. Rogers, if you think he would like to have it.
I would like so much to show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I cannot think of anything better to do.
Well, I must confess, I do not like the sign-language, and I do not think it would be of much use to the deaf-blind.
She showed me how very foolish it would be for me to pursue a four years' course of study at Radcliffe, simply to be like other girls, when I might better be cultivating whatever ability I had for writing.
But, while we were discussing plans for the winter, a suggestion which Dr. Hale had made long ago flashed across Teacher's mind--that I might take courses somewhat like those offered at Radcliffe, under the instruction of the professors in these courses.
So you may imagine that we look quite like peacocks, only we've no trains....
I passed off my English and advanced French before I entered college, and I choose the courses I like best.
She said the poor young girl talked and acted exactly like a little child.
Anyway, he certainly never had a dress like mine!...
"Yes," she replied, "but I like to play also, and I feel sometimes as if I were a music box with all the play shut up inside me."
Her success has been complete, for in trying to be like other people she has come most fully to be herself.
When she is in a new place, especially an interesting place like Niagara, whoever accompanies her--usually, of course, Miss Sullivan--is kept busy giving her an idea of visible details.
When she is walking up or down the hall or along the veranda, her hands go flying along beside her like a confusion of birds' wings.
Like every deaf or blind person, Miss Keller depends on her sense of smell to an unusual degree.
Doubtless the work of the past few months does seem like a triumphal march to him; but then people seldom see the halting and painful steps by which the most insignificant success is achieved.
Some of her opinions Miss Sullivan would like to enlarge and revise.
I like Mrs. Keller very much.
Helen loves to dig and play in the dirt like any other child.
She obeys many commands like these: "Come," "Kiss," "Go to papa," "Shut the door," "Give me the biscuit."
Like her baby cousin, she expresses whole sentences by single words.
After she had played with them a little while, the thought occurred to her that the puppies must have special names, like people, and she asked for the name of each pup.
At all events, there she was, tearing and scratching and biting Viney like some wild thing.
But I told her that my heart was sad, and I didn't feel like eating.
Even then it looked more like a mechanical toy than a living creature.
In conclusion she asked her mother if she should like to see "very high mountain and beautiful cloudcaps."
I said, "The clouds touch the mountain softly, like beautiful flowers."
These experiences are like photographic negatives, until language develops them and brings out the memory-images.
She wanted to know who made fire under the ground, and if it was like the fire in stoves, and if it burned the roots of plants and trees.
She is also beginning to realize that she is not like other children.
At present I feel like a jungle on wheels!
When I told her that Mildred's eyes were blue, she asked, "Are they like wee skies?"
It was nothing but excitement from first to last--drives, luncheons, receptions, and all that they involve when you have an eager, tireless child like Helen on your hands.
Dr. Bell writes that Helen's progress is without a parallel in the education of the deaf, or something like that and he says many nice things about her teacher.
She seems to like to tell all she knows.
I do not like sick.
She buried me under the pillows and then I grew very slow like tree out of ground.
He took us to drive one afternoon, and wanted to give Helen a doll; but she said: I do not like too many children.
"What would you like, then?" asked the Doctor.
He asked me how I had taught Helen adjectives and the names of abstract ideas like goodness and happiness.
I like to kick my large ball.
Helen had been given a bed and carriage for her dolls, which she had received and used like any other gift.
They like juicy fruit to eat as well as people, and they are hungry.
After a moment she added, mournfully, "I fear some people's lives are just like Ginger's."
The cat would like to eat the mouse.
"No one knows what the soul is like," I replied; "but we know that it is not the body, and it is that part of us which thinks and loves and hopes."
A long time ago Helen said to me, "I would like to live sixteen hundred years."
When asked if she would not like to live ALWAYS in a beautiful country called heaven, her first question was, "Where is heaven?"
By watching them, she learned to treat her pupil as nearly as possible like an ordinary child.
It was not a special subject, like geography or arithmetic, but her way to outward things.
This is like the effect of the slow dwelling on long words, not quite well managed, that one notices in a child who is telling a solemn story.
The only way is to hear it, especially in a language like English which is so full of unspellable, suppressed vowels and quasi-vowels.
Children seldom have any difficulty in understanding her; which suggests that her deliberate measured speech is like theirs, before they come to the adult trick of running all the words of a phrase into one movement of the breath.
Miss Sullivan's account in her address at Chautauqua, in July, 1894, at the meeting of The American Association to Promote the Teaching of Speech to the Deaf, is substantially like Miss Keller's in points of fact.
Why do you not teach me to talk like them?
On the other hand, the peculiar value to her of language, which ordinary people take for granted as a necessary part of them like their right hand, made her think about language and love it.
The pages of the book she reads become to her like paintings, to which her imaginative powers give life and colour.
The pictures the language paints on her memory appear to make an indelible impression; and many times, when an experience comes to her similar in character, the language starts forth with wonderful accuracy, like the reflection from a mirror.
I should like much to see it, and to obtain a few copies if possible.
I wonder if you would like to have me tell you a pretty dream which I had a long time ago when I was a very little child?
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Do you like my day-dream?
The walls are curiously constructed of massive blocks of ice which terminate in cliff-like towers.
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.
I first tried to ascertain what had suggested to Helen's mind the particular fancies which made her story seem like a reproduction of one written by Miss Margaret Canby.
Surely the writer must become as a little child to see things like that.
It is very interesting to watch a plant grow, it is like taking part in creation.
They strut about on the stage of the play like they were very famous actors.
From the top of the hill where I stood I saw my army surging over a sunlit plain like angry breakers, and as they moved, I saw the green of fields, like the cool hollows between billows.
Its warm touch seemed so like a human caress, I really thought it was a sentient being, capable of loving and protecting me.
Often when I dream, thoughts pass through my mind like cowled shadows, silent and remote, and disappear.
I do not mean that exactly, but I mean something which he might think a good deal like that; I mean that they should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end.
For my part, I should like to know who in those days did not build them--who were above such trifling.
They were a real cereal fruit which I ripened, and they had to my senses a fragrance like that of other noble fruits, which I kept in as long as possible by wrapping them in cloths.
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise.
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.
Our life is like a German Confederacy, made up of petty states, with its boundary forever fluctuating, so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at any moment.
If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
The one is commonly transitory, a sound, a tongue, a dialect merely, almost brutish, and we learn it unconsciously, like the brutes, of our mothers.
They are not exhalations like our daily colloquies and vaporous breath.
There are those who, like cormorants and ostriches, can digest all sorts of this, even after the fullest dinner of meats and vegetables, for they suffer nothing to be wasted.
We need to be provoked--goaded like oxen, as we are, into a trot.
I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
Instead of singing like the birds, I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.
My days were not days of the week, bearing the stamp of any heathen deity, nor were they minced into hours and fretted by the ticking of a clock; for I lived like the Puri Indians, of whom it is said that "for yesterday, today, and tomorrow they have only one word, and they express the variety of meaning by pointing backward for yesterday forward for tomorrow, and overhead for the passing day."
It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsy's pack, and my three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
The whistle of the locomotive penetrates my woods summer and winter, sounding like the scream of a hawk sailing over some farmer's yard, informing me that many restless city merchants are arriving within the circle of the town, or adventurous country traders from the other side.
And here's your pay for them! screams the countryman's whistle; timber like long battering-rams going twenty miles an hour against the city's walls, and chairs enough to seat all the weary and heavy-laden that dwell within them.
If the snow lies deep, they strap on his snowshoes, and, with the giant plow, plow a furrow from the mountains to the seaboard, in which the cars, like a following drill-barrow, sprinkle all the restless men and floating merchandise in the country for seed.
And hark! here comes the cattle-train bearing the cattle of a thousand hills, sheepcots, stables, and cow-yards in the air, drovers with their sticks, and shepherd boys in the midst of their flocks, all but the mountain pastures, whirled along like leaves blown from the mountains by the September gales.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.
So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone.
Yet he thoroughly believed in honesty and the like virtues.
They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.
Early in the morning I worked barefooted, dabbling like a plastic artist in the dewy and crumbling sand, but later in the day the sun blistered my feet.
In his view the earth is all equally cultivated like a garden.
I hardly ever failed, when I rambled through the village, to see a row of such worthies, either sitting on a ladder sunning themselves, with their bodies inclined forward and their eyes glancing along the line this way and that, from time to time, with a voluptuous expression, or else leaning against a barn with their hands in their pockets, like caryatides, as if to prop it up.
For the most part I escaped wonderfully from these dangers, either by proceeding at once boldly and without deliberation to the goal, as is recommended to those who run the gauntlet, or by keeping my thoughts on high things, like Orpheus, who, "loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre, drowned the voices of the Sirens, and kept out of danger."
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.
The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass--the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.
It is a vitreous greenish blue, as I remember it, like those patches of the winter sky seen through cloud vistas in the west before sundown.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
I have sometimes disturbed a fish hawk sitting on a white pine over the water; but I doubt if it is ever profaned by the wind of a gull, like Fair Haven.
It is like molten glass cooled but not congealed, and the few motes in it are pure and beautiful like the imperfections in glass.
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
Several pretty large logs may still be seen lying on the bottom, where, owing to the undulation of the surface, they look like huge water snakes in motion.
If they were permanently congealed, and small enough to be clutched, they would, perchance, be carried off by slaves, like precious stones, to adorn the heads of emperors; but being liquid, and ample, and secured to us and our successors forever, we disregard them, and run after the diamond of Kohinoor.
It was a lake of rainbow light, in which, for a short while, I lived like a dolphin.
The chickens, which had also taken shelter here from the rain, stalked about the room like members of the family, too humanized, methought, to roast well.
Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes, which will never become English bay.
I like sometimes to take rank hold on life and spend my day more as the animals do.
Almost every New England boy among my contemporaries shouldered a fowling-piece between the ages of ten and fourteen; and his hunting and fishing grounds were not limited, like the preserves of an English nobleman, but were more boundless even than those of a savage.
The hare in its extremity cries like a child.
If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal--that is your success.
Chastity is the flowering of man; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it.
He teaches how to eat, drink, cohabit, void excrement and urine, and the like, elevating what is mean, and does not falsely excuse himself by calling these things trifles.
How do you like the world to-day?
There's nothing like it in old paintings, nothing like it in foreign lands--unless when we were off the coast of Spain.
It could readily ascend the sides of the room by short impulses, like a squirrel, which it resembled in its motions.
At length, as I leaned with my elbow on the bench one day, it ran up my clothes, and along my sleeve, and round and round the paper which held my dinner, while I kept the latter close, and dodged and played at bopeep with it; and when at last I held still a piece of cheese between my thumb and finger, it came and nibbled it, sitting in my hand, and afterward cleaned its face and paws, like a fly, and walked away.
They are not callow like the young of most birds, but more perfectly developed and precocious even than chickens.
Once, when berrying, I met with a cat with young kittens in the woods, quite wild, and they all, like their mother, had their backs up and were fiercely spitting at me.
They come rustling through the woods like autumn leaves, at least ten men to one loon.
It has a sweetish taste, much like that of a frost-bitten potato, and I found it better boiled than roasted.
Like the wasps, before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the northeast side of Walden, which the sun, reflected from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond; it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire.
I thus warmed myself by the still glowing embers which the summer, like a departed hunter, had left.
I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.
He was a man of manners, like one who had seen the world, and was capable of more civil speech than you could well attend to.
Might not the basket, stable-broom, mat-making, corn-parching, linen-spinning, and pottery business have thrived here, making the wilderness to blossom like the rose, and a numerous posterity have inherited the land of their fathers?
I too felt a slumberous influence after watching him half an hour, as he sat thus with his eyes half open, like a cat, winged brother of the cat.
For I came to town still, like a friendly Indian, when the contents of the broad open fields were all piled up between the walls of the Walden road, and half an hour sufficed to obliterate the tracks of the last traveller.
These he peddles still, prompting God and disgracing man, bearing for fruit his brain only, like the nut its kernel.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
A little flock of these titmice came daily to pick a dinner out of my woodpile, or the crumbs at my door, with faint flitting lisping notes, like the tinkling of icicles in the grass, or else with sprightly day day day, or more rarely, in spring-like days, a wiry summery phe-be from the woodside.
Whichever side you walk in the woods the partridge bursts away on whirring wings, jarring the snow from the dry leaves and twigs on high, which comes sifting down in the sunbeams like golden dust, for this brave bird is not to be scared by winter.
At length the old hound burst into view with muzzle to the ground, and snapping the air as if possessed, and ran directly to the rock; but, spying the dead fox, she suddenly ceased her hounding as if struck dumb with amazement, and walked round and round him in silence; and one by one her pups arrived, and, like their mother, were sobered into silence by the mystery.
The partridge and the rabbit are still sure to thrive, like true natives of the soil, whatever revolutions occur.
They are not like cups between the hills; for this one, which is so unusually deep for its area, appears in a vertical section through its centre not deeper than a shallow plate.
But if, using the shortest diameter of Loch Fyne, we apply these proportions to Walden, which, as we have seen, appears already in a vertical section only like a shallow plate, it will appear four times as shallow.
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.
While I was surveying, the ice, which was sixteen inches thick, undulated under a slight wind like water.
This was somewhat like cutting a hole in the bottom of a ship to let the water out.
When such holes freeze, and a rain succeeds, and finally a new freezing forms a fresh smooth ice over all, it is beautifully mottled internally by dark figures, shaped somewhat like a spider's web, what you may call ice rosettes, produced by the channels worn by the water flowing from all sides to a centre.
He cuts and saws the solid pond, unroofs the house of fishes, and carts off their very element and air, held fast by chains and stakes like corded wood, through the favoring winter air, to wintry cellars, to underlie the summer there.
Deep ruts and "cradle-holes" were worn in the ice, as on terra firma, by the passage of the sleds over the same track, and the horses invariably ate their oats out of cakes of ice hollowed out like buckets.
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.
Sometimes one of those great cakes slips from the ice-man's sled into the village street, and lies there for a week like a great emerald, an object of interest to all passers.
So the hollows about this pond will, sometimes, in the winter, be filled with a greenish water somewhat like its own, but the next day will have frozen blue.
Perhaps I shall hear a solitary loon laugh as he dives and plumes himself, or shall see a lonely fisher in his boat, like a floating leaf, beholding his form reflected in the waves, where lately a hundred men securely labored.
One pleasant morning after a cold night, February 24th, 1850, having gone to Flint's Pond to spend the day, I noticed with surprise, that when I struck the ice with the head of my axe, it resounded like a gong for many rods around, or as if I had struck on a tight drum-head.
When the frost comes out in the spring, and even in a thawing day in the winter, the sand begins to flow down the slopes like lava, sometimes bursting out through the snow and overflowing it where no sand was to be seen before.
These foliaceous heaps lie along the bank like the slag of a furnace, showing that Nature is "in full blast" within.
You may melt your metals and cast them into the most beautiful moulds you can; they will never excite me like the forms which this molten earth flows out into.
And not only it, but the institutions upon it are plastic like clay in the hands of the potter.
It is unusually hard, owing to the recent severe but transient cold, and all watered or waved like a palace floor.
As it grew darker, I was startled by the honking of geese flying low over the woods, like weary travellers getting in late from Southern lakes, and indulging at last in unrestrained complaint and mutual consolation.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again from developing themselves and destroys them.
Men seeing the nature of this man like that of the brute, think that he has never possessed the innate faculty of reason.
Beside this I got a rare mess of golden and silver and bright cupreous fishes, which looked like a string of jewels.
Early in May, the oaks, hickories, maples, and other trees, just putting out amidst the pine woods around the pond, imparted a brightness like sunshine to the landscape, especially in cloudy days, as if the sun were breaking through mists and shining faintly on the hillsides here and there.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
The sulphur-like pollen of the pitch pine soon covered the pond and the stones and rotten wood along the shore, so that you could have collected a barrelful.
Is not our own interior white on the chart? black though it may prove, like the coast, when discovered.
The purity men love is like the mists which envelop the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality.
The government of the world I live in was not framed, like that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine.
The life in us is like the water in the river.
I heartily accept the motto,--"That government is best which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically.
All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral questions; and betting naturally accompanies it.
For my own part, I should not like to think that I ever rely on the protection of the State.
They plainly did not know how to treat me, but behaved like persons who are underbred.
They only can force me who obey a higher law than I. They force me to become like themselves.
It was like travelling into a far country, such as I had never expected to behold, to lie there for one night.
"Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna.
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part.
It was evident that he did not like the vicomte and was aiming his remarks at him, though without looking at him.
You treat me like an invalid or a child.
Did you behave like that six months ago?
But tie yourself up with a woman and, like a chained convict, you lose all freedom!
"How can he talk like that?" thought Pierre.
It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night.
"I should like to go to Kuragin's," thought he.
Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache, so that his mouth, the most striking feature of his face, was clearly seen.
All four, like a flock of scared birds, got up and left the room.
And like a practical Petersburg lady who knows how to make the most of time, Anna Mikhaylovna sent someone to call her son, and went into the anteroom with him.
And I should so like to thank Uncle once for all his kindness to me and Boris.
Perhaps you did not like it?
He must not be left like this.
"When would you like them, your excellency?" asked Dmitri.
One of them was a sallow, clean-shaven civilian with a thin and wrinkled face, already growing old, though he was dressed like a most fashionable young man.
You must look for husbands for them whether you like it or not....
I know she's a scamp of a girl, but I like her.
I don't like ice cream.
She was sitting in a conspicuous place and talking to him like a grown-up lady.
I love you all, like children of my own, as you know.
While he was getting down from the carriage steps two men, who looked like tradespeople, ran hurriedly from the entrance and hid in the shadow of the wall.
I have loved you like a son from the first.
The part of the room behind the columns, with a high silk-curtained mahogany bedstead on one side and on the other an immense case containing icons, was brightly illuminated with red light like a Russian church during evening service.
Every morning she came in like that, and every morning prayed that the daily interview might pass off well.
"Read this if you like, Father," said the princess, blushing still more and holding out the letter.
I don't want to have you like our silly ladies.
Get used to it and you'll like it, and he patted her cheek.
You at least must tackle him properly, or else if he goes on like this he'll soon have us, too, for his subjects!
In the dining room, which like all the rooms in the house was exceedingly lofty, the members of the household and the footmen--one behind each chair--stood waiting for the prince to enter.
"How thoroughly like him that is!" he said to Princess Mary, who had come up to him.
You may laugh as much as you like, but all the same Bonaparte is a great general!
"I don't like your Mademoiselle Bourienne at all," said Prince Andrew.
I like being alone....
I know you are just like Father.
They're all like that; one can't unmarry.
"Remember this, Prince Andrew, if they kill you it will hurt me, your old father..." he paused unexpectedly, and then in a querulous voice suddenly shrieked: "but if I hear that you have not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonski, I shall be ashamed!"
From the study, like pistol shots, came the frequent sound of the old man angrily blowing his nose.
If a soldier, he should be dressed in regulation uniform like the others.
That's just like you young men, said the regimental commander cooling down a little.
The regiment fluttered like a bird preening its plumage and became motionless.
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.
Then wrinkles ran over his face like a wave and his forehead became smooth again, he bowed his head respectfully, closed his eyes, silently let Mack enter his room before him, and closed the door himself behind him.
He bowed his head and scraped first with one foot and then with the other, awkwardly, like a child at a dancing lesson.
Rostov waved his cap above his head like the German and cried laughing, "Und vivat die ganze Welt!"
I lost yesterday like a damned fool! cried Denisov, not pronouncing his r's.
I don't like that fellow, he said, regardless of the quartermaster's presence.
"Don't like bowwowing from my own fellows, I don't," growled Denisov.
No, I remember thinking that you kept it under your head like a treasure, said Rostov.
You're always like that; you thwow a thing down anywhere and forget it.
"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out like cords.
But these words came like a piteous, despairing cry and an entreaty for pardon.
We don't see it like that.
How can I go and apologize like a little boy asking forgiveness?
"Well, it's as you like," said the staff captain.
"No, but what I should like," added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be to slip in over there."
"Would not your excellency like a little refreshment?" he said.
Sometimes through the monotonous waves of men, like a fleck of white foam on the waves of the Enns, an officer, in a cloak and with a type of face different from that of the men, squeezed his way along; sometimes like a chip of wood whirling in the river, an hussar on foot, an orderly, or a townsman was carried through the waves of infantry; and sometimes like a log floating down the river, an officers' or company's baggage wagon, piled high, leather covered, and hemmed in on all sides, moved across the bridge.
"Take it if you like," said the officer, giving the girl an apple.
Nesvitski like the rest of the men on the bridge did not take his eyes off the women till they had passed.
I'd like to put you on a two days' march with a knapsack!
Perched up there, you're more like a bird than a man.
With his shaggy head thrown back like birds when they drink, pressing his spurs mercilessly into the sides of his good horse, Bedouin, and sitting as though falling backwards in the saddle, he galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to the men to look to their pistols.
You worked like wegular bwicks and it's nasty work!
But this sort of thing is the very devil, with them shooting at you like a target.
"Yes, that all happened!" he said, and, smiling happily to himself like a child, he fell into a deep, youthful slumber.
"I should like to speak well of them, but as far as I know the facts, I can't," replied Bolkonski, smiling.
He has a passion for giving audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can't do it, as you will see.
Murat, seeing that all is lost if the sergeant is allowed to speak, turns to Auersperg with feigned astonishment (he is a true Gascon) and says: 'I don't recognize the world-famous Austrian discipline, if you allow a subordinate to address you like that!'
Directly opposite to him came a strange one-horse vehicle, evidently rigged up by soldiers out of any available materials and looking like something between a cart, a cabriolet, and a caleche.
You must be ill to shiver like that, he added, noticing that Prince Andrew winced as at an electric shock.
Your excellency, I should like to be of use here.
You know it won't do to leave your posts like this.
Several battalions of soldiers, in their shirt sleeves despite the cold wind, swarmed in these earthworks like a host of white ants; spadefuls of red clay were continually being thrown up from behind the bank by unseen hands.
The soldiers forming the picket line, like showmen exhibiting a curiosity, no longer looked at the French but paid attention to the sight-seers and grew weary waiting to be relieved.
He carried close to his leg a narrow unsheathed sword (small, curved, and not like a real weapon) and looked now at the superior officers and now back at the men without losing step, his whole powerful body turning flexibly.
The general and colonel looked sternly and significantly at one another like two fighting cocks preparing for battle, each vainly trying to detect signs of cowardice in the other.
Suddenly something like a birch broom seemed to sweep over the squadron.
The soldiers, for the most part handsome fellows and, as is always the case in an artillery company, a head and shoulders taller and twice as broad as their officer--all looked at their commander like children in an embarrassing situation, and the expression on his face was invariably reflected on theirs.
The French swarming round their guns seemed to him like ants.
The sound of musketry at the foot of the hill, now diminishing, now increasing, seemed like someone's breathing.
Not like your honor!
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
"Must one die like a dog?" said he.
The angry eldest princess, with the long waist and hair plastered down like a doll's, had come into Pierre's room after the funeral.
It seemed so natural to Pierre that everyone should like him, and it would have seemed so unnatural had anyone disliked him, that he could not but believe in the sincerity of those around him.
Like the others, Anna Pavlovna Scherer showed Pierre the change of attitude toward him that had taken place in society.
It is good to have a friend like the prince, she said, smiling at Prince Vasili.
He was like a man entirely absorbed in some occupation.
What she found hardest to bear was to know that on such occasions she ought to behave like Mademoiselle Bourienne, but could not.
Even if I like him I can't now be myself with him.
The little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne had already received from Masha, the lady's maid, the necessary report of how handsome the minister's son was, with his rosy cheeks and dark eyebrows, and with what difficulty the father had dragged his legs upstairs while the son had followed him like an eagle, three steps at a time.
The three voices, hers, Mademoiselle Bourienne's, and Katie's, who was laughing at something, mingled in a merry sound, like the chirping of birds.
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
"Is it for visitors you've got yourself up like that, eh?" said he.
The little princess, like an old war horse that hears the trumpet, unconsciously and quite forgetting her condition, prepared for the familiar gallop of coquetry, without any ulterior motive or any struggle, but with naive and lighthearted gaiety.
"I should be glad enough to fall asleep, so it's not my fault!" and her voice quivered like that of a child about to cry.
Tikhon, like all good valets, instinctively knew the direction of his master's thoughts.
Well, pray if you like, but you had better think it over.
It's not that I don't remember--I know what he is like, but not as I remember Nikolenka.
But Natasha had not yet felt anything like it.
When she heard this Sonya blushed so that tears came into her eyes and, unable to bear the looks turned upon her, ran away into the dancing hall, whirled round it at full speed with her dress puffed out like a balloon, and, flushed and smiling, plumped down on the floor.
How like him it is!
So far everything's all right, but I confess I should much like to be an adjutant and not remain at the front.
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
Our stories have some weight, not like the stories of those fellows on the staff who get rewards without doing anything!
A space like a street was left between each two lines of troops.
But they all stood in the same lines, under one command, and in a like order.
Like wind over leaves ran an excited whisper: They're coming!
Then, like the crowing of cocks at sunrise, this was repeated by others from various sides and all became silent.
Till the Tsar reached it, each regiment in its silence and immobility seemed like a lifeless body, but as soon as he came up it became alive, its thunder joining the roar of the whole line along which he had already passed.
To Rostov every word sounded like a voice from heaven.
Rostov too, bending over his saddle, shouted "Hurrah!" with all his might, feeling that he would like to injure himself by that shout, if only to express his rapture fully.
"How can the Emperor be undecided?" thought Rostov, but then even this indecision appeared to him majestic and enchanting, like everything else the Tsar did.
Rostov himself, his legs well back and his stomach drawn in and feeling himself one with his horse, rode past the Emperor with a frowning but blissful face "like a vewy devil," as Denisov expressed it.
If you like, your honor!
The concentrated activity which had begun at the Emperor's headquarters in the morning and had started the whole movement that followed was like the first movement of the main wheel of a large tower clock.
I won't say he is out of sorts, but I fancy he would like to be heard.
"But tell me, what is he like, eh?" said Prince Andrew again.
The commanders are: Herr General Wimpfen, le Comte de Langeron, le Prince de Lichtenstein, le Prince, de Hohenlohe, and finally Prishprish, and so on like all those Polish names.
He was like a horse running downhill harnessed to a heavy cart.
In the valley he saw before him something like a river, but when he reached it he found it was a road.
Rostov reined in his horse, whose spirits had risen, like his own, at the firing, and went back at a footpace.
Bushes looked like gigantic trees and level ground like cliffs and slopes.
The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
Above him was a clear blue sky, and the sun's vast orb quivered like a huge hollow, crimson float on the surface of that milky sea of mist.
In the morning all that was left of the night mist on the heights was a hoar frost now turning to dew, but in the valleys it still lay like a milk-white sea.
Along the road from Pratzen galloped what looked like a squadron of horsemen in various uniforms.
This unpleasant impression merely flitted over the young and happy face of the Emperor like a cloud of haze across a clear sky and vanished.
The Tsar heard but obviously did not like the reply; he shrugged his rather round shoulders and glanced at Novosiltsev who was near him, as if complaining of Kutuzov.
"Old though he may be, he should not, he certainly should not, speak like that," their glances seemed to say.
"Stop those wretches!" gasped Kutuzov to the regimental commander, pointing to the flying soldiers; but at that instant, as if to punish him for those words, bullets flew hissing across the regiment and across Kutuzov's suite like a flock of little birds.
Natasha, after she had pulled him down toward her and covered his face with kisses, holding him tight by the skirt of his coat, sprang away and pranced up and down in one place like a goat and shrieked piercingly.
Well, she loves me and you like that.
And Natasha rose and went out of the room on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile.
"How strange it is," said Vera, selecting a moment when all were silent, "that Sonya and Nicholas now say you to one another and meet like strangers."
Vera's remark was correct, as her remarks always were, but, like most of her observations, it made everyone feel uncomfortable, not only Sonya, Nicholas, and Natasha, but even the old countess, who--dreading this love affair which might hinder Nicholas from making a brilliant match-- blushed like a girl.
You military men like that sort of thing.
On that third of March, all the rooms in the English Club were filled with a hum of conversation, like the hum of bees swarming in springtime.
In the third circle, Naryshkin was speaking of the meeting of the Austrian Council of War at which Suvorov crowed like a cock in reply to the nonsense talked by the Austrian generals.
"Oh yes, like that, I know, I only forgot," said he.
"So I can fire when I like!" said Pierre, and at the word "three," he went quickly forward, missing the trodden path and stepping into the deep snow.
Because I like his company?
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
Then suddenly a terrible shriek--it could not be hers, she could not scream like that--came from the bedroom.
He was standing close to the door and as soon as it opened his rough old arms closed like a vise round his son's neck, and without a word he began to sob like a child.
No one now loves virtue; it seems like a reproach to everyone.
There now, I like your Denisov though he is a rake and all that, still I like him; so you see I do understand.
I don't know how to put it... with this one everything is calculated, and I don't like that.
I should like to help you as far as lies in my power.
"The highest wisdom and truth are like the purest liquid we may wish to imbibe," he said.
"Yes, I never thought of it, but I have led a contemptible and profligate life, though I did not like it and did not want to," thought Pierre.
You will perhaps also see in your further initiation a like method of enlightenment.
The bandage was taken off his eyes and, by the faint light of the burning spirit, Pierre, as in a dream, saw several men standing before him, wearing aprons like the Rhetor's and holding swords in their hands pointed at his breast.
Round a long table covered with black sat some twelve men in garments like those he had already seen.
Round it stood seven large candlesticks like those used in churches.
Pierre himself grew still more confused, blushed like a child till tears came to his eyes, began looking about him uneasily, and an awkward pause followed.
Pierre would have liked to subscribe all he had, but fearing that it might look like pride subscribed the same amount as the others.
But before Prince Vasili had finished his playful speech, Pierre, without looking at him, and with a kind of fury that made him like his father, muttered in a whisper:
The general comes to us, Suvorov- like, in a kibitka, and is received with acclamations of joy and triumph.
Prince Andrew was as glad to find the boy like that, as if he had already lost him.
Everywhere preparations were made not for ceremonious welcomes (which he knew Pierre would not like), but for just such gratefully religious ones, with offerings of icons and the bread and salt of hospitality, as, according to his understanding of his master, would touch and delude him.
And would you now like to look round my place?
They went out and walked about till dinnertime, talking of the political news and common acquaintances like people who do not know each other intimately.
I lived like that, I lived for myself and ruined my life.
"Yes, if you put it like that it's quite a different matter," said Prince Andrew.
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.
It is those people I pity, and for their sake I should like to liberate the serfs.
Pierre suddenly began, lowering his head and looking like a bull about to charge, why do you think so?
I myself thought like that, and do you know what saved me?
"Andrew, why didn't you warn me?" said the princess, with mild reproach, as she stood before her pilgrims like a hen before her chickens.
She looked at him with her beautiful radiant eyes and seemed to say, "I like you very much, but please don't laugh at my people."
Such a brightness on the face like the light of heaven, and from the blessed Mother's cheek it drops and drops....
He has not a character like us women who, when we suffer, can weep away our sorrows.
A fine fellow--your friend--I like him!
With the stern old prince and the gentle, timid Princess Mary, though he had scarcely known them, Pierre at once felt like an old friend.
When spring came on, the soldiers found a plant just showing out of the ground that looked like asparagus, which, for some reason, they called "Mashka's sweet root."
She is like a sister to me, and I can't tell you how it offended me... because... well, for that reason....
Prussian doctors have been invited here, but our allies don't like it at all.
"There was one like that," said the doctor, as if pleased.
Rostov even noticed that Denisov did not like to be reminded of the regiment, or in general of that other free life which was going on outside the hospital.
"Me petition the Empewo'!" exclaimed Denisov, in a voice to which he tried hard to give the old energy and fire, but which sounded like an expression of irritable impotence.
"I should like to see the great man," he said, alluding to Napoleon, whom hitherto he, like everyone else, had always called Buonaparte.
There he found so many people, among them officers who, like himself, had come in civilian clothes, that he had difficulty in getting a dinner.
The officers, his comrades, like most of the army, were dissatisfied with the peace concluded after the battle of Friedland.
Everything was stone-still, like the moon and its light and the shadows.
I feel like sitting down on my heels, putting my arms round my knees like this, straining tight, as tight as possible, and flying away!
As happens to some people, especially to men who judge those near to them severely, he always on meeting anyone new-- especially anyone whom, like Speranski, he knew by reputation--expected to discover in him the perfection of human qualities.
He did not like to agree with him in everything and felt a wish to contradict.
That is why it is a sin for men like you, Prince, not to serve in these times!
At these parties his feelings were like those of a conjuror who always expects his trick to be found out at any moment.
Helene spoke of him as "mon page" and treated him like a child.
"What a strange antipathy," thought Pierre, "yet I used to like him very much."
That is why I should really like to save him from evil and lead him into the path of truth, but evil thoughts of him did not leave me.
And suddenly I saw him lying like a dead body; then he gradually recovered and went with me into my study carrying a large book of sheets of drawing paper; I said, "I drew that," and he answered by bowing his head.
I like your being businesslike about it....
He is very nice, and I love him like a son.
You're awfully like me, just such another giggler....
Only not quite my taste--he is so narrow, like the dining-room clock....
I can't do it like that, said the maid who was holding Natasha's hair.
"Say what you like," exclaimed Sonya, in a despairing voice as she looked at Natasha, "say what you like, it's still too long."
"There are some like ourselves and some worse," she thought.
The strains of the polonaise, which had continued for a considerable time, had begun to sound like a sad reminiscence to Natasha's ears.
Like all men who have grown up in society, Prince Andrew liked meeting someone there not of the conventional society stamp.
There's something fresh, original, un- Petersburg-like about her that distinguishes her.
The visitor was Bitski, who served on various committees, frequented all the societies in Petersburg, and a passionate devotee of the new ideas and of Speranski, and a diligent Petersburg newsmonger--one of those men who choose their opinions like their clothes according to the fashion, but who for that very reason appear to be the warmest partisans.
Someone--it sounded like Speranski--was distinctly ejaculating ha-ha-ha.
Speranski's high-pitched voice struck him unpleasantly, and the incessant laughter grated on him like a false note.
He tried several times to join in the conversation, but his remarks were tossed aside each time like a cork thrown out of the water, and he could not jest with them.
After Boris came a lady with the colonel, then the general himself, then the Rostovs, and the party became unquestionably exactly like all other evening parties.
After six rubbers the general got up, saying that it was no use playing like that, and Pierre was released.
Could she, like other women" (Vera meant herself), "love a man once for all and remain true to him forever?
The party was very successful and quite like other parties he had seen.
I never experienced anything like it before.
Natasha had no desire to go out anywhere and wandered from room to room like a shadow, idle and listless.
At first the family felt some constraint in intercourse with Prince Andrew; he seemed a man from another world, and for a long time Natasha trained the family to get used to him, proudly assuring them all that he only appeared to be different, but was really just like all of them, and that she was not afraid of him and no one else ought to be.
Do you like him?
"You want to make him"--little Nicholas--"into an old maid like yourself!
At the last post station before Otradnoe he gave the driver a three-ruble tip, and on arriving he ran breathlessly, like a boy, up the steps of his home.
She did not seem at all like a girl in love and parted from her affianced husband.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
And what I have done, I have done; but, if you like, I won't speak to him again.
Well, I don't like Anna Mikhaylovna and I don't like Boris, but they were our friends and poor.
The earth in the kitchen garden looked wet and black and glistened like poppy seed and at a short distance merged into the dull, moist veil of mist.
Milka, a black-spotted, broad-haunched bitch with prominent black eyes, got up on seeing her master, stretched her hind legs, lay down like a hare, and then suddenly jumped up and licked him right on his nose and mustache.
Though Daniel was not a big man, to see him in a room was like seeing a horse or a bear on the floor among the furniture and surroundings of human life.
He did not like to combine frivolity with the serious business of hunting.
Having straightened his coat and fastened on his hunting knives and horn, he mounted his good, sleek, well-fed, and comfortable horse, Viflyanka, which was turning gray, like himself.
His eyes were rather moist and glittered more than usual, and as he sat in his saddle, wrapped up in his fur coat, he looked like a child taken out for an outing.
The wolf paused, turned its heavy forehead toward the dogs awkwardly, like a man suffering from the quinsy, and, still slightly swaying from side to side, gave a couple of leaps and with a swish of its tail disappeared into the skirt of the wood.
At the same instant, with a cry like a wail, first one hound, then another, and then another, sprang helter-skelter from the wood opposite and the whole pack rushed across the field toward the very spot where the wolf had disappeared.
Rostov was particularly struck by the beauty of a small, pure-bred, red- spotted bitch on Ilagin's leash, slender but with muscles like steel, a delicate muzzle, and prominent black eyes.
"But what is there in running across it like that?" said Ilagin's groom.
Well, I am like any other dog as long as it's not a question of coursing.
She's ridden all day like a man, and is as fresh as ever!
As a result of this the unconsidered tune, like the song of a bird, was extraordinarily good.
Petya was carried out like a log and laid in the larger of the two traps.
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
I have no other friend like her and never shall have.
"Why are you wandering about like an outcast?" asked her mother.
Why should I be wasted like this, Mamma?
I have felt like that when everything was all right and everyone was cheerful.
Why are you sitting there like conspirators?
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
The side horses, pressing against the shafts of the middle horse, sank in the snow, which was dry and glittered like sugar, and threw it up.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
Just like a boy!
He comes in, just in the shape of a man, like an officer--comes in and sits down to table with her.
Yes, like a man.
Moscow society, from the old women down to the children, received Pierre like a long-expected guest whose place was always ready awaiting him.
Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was only living this life temporarily; but then he was shocked by the thought of how many, like himself, had entered that life and that club temporarily, with all their teeth and hair, and had only left it when not a single tooth or hair remained.
Like the old emigre who declined to marry the lady with whom he had spent his evenings for years, she regretted Julie's presence and having no one to write to.
At such moments something like a pride of sacrifice gathered in her soul.
And they themselves sit there nearly naked, like the signboards at our Public Baths if I may say so.
Do you like him?
I can read him like a book.
I should like to tell everything to Pierre.
I should like them to meet here.
Ah, I so long to like her!
I like him and all his family.
From the first glance Princess Mary did not like Natasha.
She did not like Princess Mary, whom she thought very plain, affected, and dry.
She sat in her room crying like a child, blowing her nose and sobbing.
"I suppose it has to be like this!" she thought.
"How like the brother is to the sister," remarked the count.
Almost smiling, he gazed straight into her eyes with such an enraptured caressing look that it seemed strange to be so near him, to look at him like that, to be so sure he admired her, and not to be acquainted with him.
In the second act there was scenery representing tombstones, there was a round hole in the canvas to represent the moon, shades were raised over the footlights, and from horns and contrabass came deep notes while many people appeared from right and left wearing black cloaks and holding things like daggers in their hands.
But now I like it very much indeed, he said, looking at her significantly.
"I don't like those fashionable churches," she said, evidently priding herself on her independence of thought.
I don't like it, it's just self-indulgence!
She looked at Natasha's dresses and praised them, as well as a new dress of her own made of "metallic gauze," which she had received from Paris, and advised Natasha to have one like it.
Though I don't like letting you go, it is the best way.
"But she doesn't like me," said Natasha.
"Don't answer like that, my good girl!" she said.
I had heard that it happens like this, and you must have heard it too, but it's only now that I feel such love.
I can't leave it like this.
I have heard what elopements are like, continued Dolokhov with a wink.
Lie still, stay like that then, I won't touch you.
What wouldn't I give to be like him! he thought enviously.
Natasha is not quite well; she's in her room and would like to see you.
Amuse yourself with women like my wife--with them you are within your rights, for they know what you want of them.
I do not, and never did, like Speranski personally, but I like justice!
"I much regret her illness," said Prince Andrew; and he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously, and unpleasantly.
But... I should like to know one thing....
I should like to know, did you love...
Don't speak to me like that.
We can understand that the matter seemed like that to contemporaries.
In historic events the so-called great men are labels giving names to events, and like labels they have but the smallest connection with the event itself.
In evident fear of refusal, like a boy asking for permission to get on a horse, he begged to be allowed to swim across the river before the Emperor's eyes.
A herd of cattle was being driven along the road from the village, and over the fields the larks rose trilling, one after another, like bubbles rising in water.
"Well, General, it all looks like war," as if regretting a circumstance of which he was unable to judge.
There are eighty thousand of them and they fight like lions.
"But nowhere in Europe is there anything like that," said Napoleon.
Balashev bowed his head with an air indicating that he would like to make his bow and leave, and only listened because he could not help hearing what was said to him.
The boy, curly- headed like his mother and glowing with health, sat on his knee, and Prince Andrew began telling him the story of Bluebeard, but fell into a reverie without finishing the story.
My boy is growing up and rejoices in life, in which like everybody else he will deceive or be deceived.
"Be he what he may" (they always began like that), "he is an honest, practical man and we have nobody better.
It will at any rate be understood all the sooner that things cannot go on like this.
At first sight, Pfuel, in his ill-made uniform of a Russian general, which fitted him badly like a fancy costume, seemed familiar to Prince Andrew, though he saw him now for the first time.
But Pfuel, like a man heated in a fight who strikes those on his own side, shouted angrily at his own supporter, Wolzogen:
Pfuel alone seemed to consider Napoleon a barbarian like everyone else who opposed his theory.
At the review next day the Emperor asked Prince Andrew where he would like to serve, and Prince Andrew lost his standing in court circles forever by not asking to remain attached to the sovereign's person, but for permission to serve in the army.
And so he did not like Zdrzhinski's tale, nor did he like Zdrzhinski himself who, with his mustaches extending over his cheeks, bent low over the face of his hearer, as was his habit, and crowded Rostov in the narrow shanty.
The doctor, whether from lack of means or because he did not like to part from his young wife in the early days of their marriage, took her about with him wherever the hussar regiment went and his jealousy had become a standing joke among the hussar officers.
A captain, standing beside him, was gazing like himself with eyes fixed on the cavalry below them.
"You'll never get well like that," she would say, forgetting her grief in her vexation, "if you won't obey the doctor and take your medicine at the right time!
Laughter and singing in particular seemed to her like a blasphemy, in face of her sorrow.
"I don't know myself," Natasha answered quickly, "but I should not like to do anything you disapproved of.
That morning Petya was a long time dressing and arranging his hair and collar to look like a grown-up man.
Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
"Routed up the earth like a pig," said another.
Through the streets soldiers in various uniforms walked or ran confusedly in different directions like ants from a ruined ant-hill.
All this naked white human flesh, laughing and shrieking, floundered about in that dirty pool like carp stuffed into a watering can, and the suggestion of merriment in that floundering mass rendered it specially pathetic.
Wouldn't you like to? said he.
I am not merely civil to him but obey him like a corporal, though I am his senior.
Napoleon's historian Thiers, like other of his historians, trying to justify his hero says that he was drawn to the walls of Moscow against his will.
"It's like this," he said thoughtfully, "if there's a battle soon, yours will win.
Napoleon, after making the Cossack a present, had him set free like a bird restored to its native fields.
He was unconscious and lay like a distorted corpse.
Thoughts that had not entered her mind for years--thoughts of a life free from the fear of her father, and even the possibility of love and of family happiness--floated continually in her imagination like temptations of the devil.
I like it, was what he said.
"And how like one another," said Ilyin.
How can one talk to the masters like that?
How can you chuck it in like that or shove it under the cord where it'll get rubbed?
I don't like that way of doing things.
"Would not your Serene Highness like to come inside?" said the general on duty in a discontented voice, "the plans must be examined and several papers have to be signed."
Others did not like that tone and said it was stupid and vulgar.
For Gallicisms I won't be responsible," she remarked, turning to the author: "I have neither the money nor the time, like Prince Galitsyn, to engage a master to teach me Russian!"
I should like very much to see her, said Pierre.
The sun shone somewhat to the left and behind him and brightly lit up the enormous panorama which, rising like an amphitheater, extended before him in the clear rarefied atmosphere.
He wore a long coat and like Kutuzov had a whip slung across his shoulder.
But I should like to see the right flank.
I should like to start from the Moskva River and ride round the whole position.
Like the gentle dove in the fable she was to pine apart from me....
And if you like I will tell you that whatever happens and whatever muddles those at the top may make, we shall win tomorrow's battle.
Such magnanimity and sensibility are like the magnanimity and sensibility of a lady who faints when she sees a calf being killed: she is so kindhearted that she can't look at blood, but enjoys eating the calf served up with sauce.
And when there was a war, like this one, it would be war!
All this, like the other parts of the disposition, was not and could not be executed.
Our body is like a perfect watch that should go for a certain time.
Napoleon walked about in front of his tent, looked at the fires and listened to these sounds, and as he was passing a tall guardsman in a shaggy cap, who was standing sentinel before his tent and had drawn himself up like a black pillar at sight of the Emperor, Napoleon stopped in front of him.
The smoke of the guns mingled with this mist, and over the whole expanse and through that mist the rays of the morning sun were reflected, flashing back like lightning from the water, from the dew, and from the bayonets of the troops crowded together by the riverbanks and in Borodino.
They seemed not to have expected him to talk like anybody else, and the discovery that he did so delighted them.
"Now then, all together, like bargees!" rose the merry voices of those who were moving the gun.
"There, lads... oh, oh!" they mimicked the peasants, "they don't like it at all!"
Suddenly something happened: the young officer gave a gasp and bending double sat down on the ground like a bird shot on the wing.
The marshals and generals, who were nearer to the field of battle but, like Napoleon, did not take part in the actual fighting and only occasionally went within musket range, made their own arrangements without asking Napoleon and issued orders where and in what direction to fire and where cavalry should gallop and infantry should run.
But even their orders, like Napoleon's, were seldom carried out, and then but partially.
"Reinforcements?" said Napoleon in a tone of stern surprise, looking at the adjutant--a handsome lad with long black curls arranged like Murat's own--as though he did not understand his words.
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.
Then you do not think, like some others, that we must retreat?
Prince Andrew, pale and gloomy like everyone in the regiment, paced up and down from the border of one patch to another, at the edge of the meadow beside an oatfield, with head bowed and arms behind his back.
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
The smoking shell spun like a top between him and the prostrate adjutant, near a wormwood plant between the field and the meadow.
Like all the others near the speaker, Prince Andrew looked at him with shining eyes and experienced a sense of comfort.
Oh, ooh! he sobbed, like a woman.
In that reunion of great sovereigns we should have discussed our interests like one family, and have rendered account to the peoples as clerk to master.
To speak of what would have happened had Napoleon sent his Guards is like talking of what would happen if autumn became spring.
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.
The first time the young foreigner allowed himself to reproach her, she lifted her beautiful head and, half turning to him, said firmly: That's just like a man--selfish and cruel!
The enchanting, middle-aged Frenchman laid his hands on her head and, as she herself afterward described it, she felt something like a fresh breeze wafted into her soul.
All that was done around her and to her at this time, all the attention devoted to her by so many clever men and expressed in such pleasant, refined ways, and the state of dove-like purity she was now in (she wore only white dresses and white ribbons all that time) gave her pleasure, but her pleasure did not cause her for a moment to forget her aim.
She would like to be married to all three at the same time, thought he.
"Would you like a little mash?" the first soldier asked, and handed Pierre a wooden spoon after licking it clean.
The thought that both her sons were at the war, had both gone from under her wing, that today or tomorrow either or both of them might be killed like the three sons of one of her acquaintances, struck her that summer for the first time with cruel clearness.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
"Health, at a time like this?" said the count.
You know how dear Vera wanted a chiffonier like that and how we had a dispute about it.
The count, pipe in hand, was pacing up and down the room, when Natasha, her face distorted by anger, burst in like a tempest and approached her mother with rapid steps.
Don't you know I can't sit like that?
In fact, however, though now much farther off than before, the Rostovs all saw Pierre--or someone extraordinarily like him--in a coachman's coat, going down the street with head bent and a serious face beside a small, beardless old man who looked like a footman.
Why are you like this?
You are not like yourself....
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
"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).
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
There is no longer the measured quiet sound of throbbing activity, like the sound of boiling water, but diverse discordant sounds of disorder.
"I daresay you would like to bind me!" shouted the publican, pushing away the men advancing on him, and snatching his cap from his head he flung it on the ground.
Will they give up Moscow like this?
A vein in the young man's long thin neck swelled like a cord and went blue behind the ear, and suddenly his face flushed.
I command it... shouted Rostopchin, suddenly growing pale like Vereshchagin.
Like the seventh and last wave that shatters a ship, that last irresistible wave burst from the rear and reached the front ranks, carrying them off their feet and engulfing them all.
The people are like wild beasts!
They are like wolves whom nothing but flesh can appease.
Only at the end of it, in front of the almshouse and the lunatic asylum, could be seen some people in white and others like them walking singly across the field shouting and gesticulating.
No residents were left in Moscow, and the soldiers--like water percolating through sand--spread irresistibly through the city in all directions from the Kremlin into which they had first marched.
Moscow when occupied by the enemy did not remain intact like Berlin, Vienna, and other towns, simply because its inhabitants abandoned it and did not welcome the French with bread and salt, nor bring them the keys of the city.
He did not know how or when this thought had taken such possession of him, but he remembered nothing of the past, understood nothing of the present, and all he saw and heard appeared to him like a dream.
If he were now to leave Moscow like everyone else, his flight from home, the peasant coat, the pistol, and his announcement to the Rostovs that he would remain in Moscow would all become not merely meaningless but contemptible and ridiculous, and to this Pierre was very sensitive.
Three times we reached the guns and three times we were thrown back like cardboard figures.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.
Was he like that incessant moaning of the adjutant's?
Yes, he was altogether like that.
Prince Andrew collected all his strength in an effort to recover his senses, he moved a little, and suddenly there was a ringing in his ears, a dimness in his eyes, and like a man plunged into water he lost consciousness.
Like a somnambulist aroused from her sleep Natasha went out of the room and, returning to her hut, fell sobbing on her bed.
He carried his resolution within himself in terror and haste, like something dreadful and alien to him, for, after the previous night's experience, he was afraid of losing it.
But seeing a stranger the sickly, scrofulous-looking child, unattractively like her mother, began to yell and run away.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
"He does not look like a common man," said the interpreter, after a searching look at Pierre.
"Ah, he looks very much like an incendiary," remarked the officer.
He cried like a child when the doctor told him the case was dangerous.
It was like a successfully arranged surprise.
Those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society, they saw everything upside down, and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish--like Pierre's and Mamonov's regiments which looted Russian villages, and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded, and so on.
In Petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from Moscow, ladies, and gentlemen in militia uniforms, wept for Russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on; but in the army which retired beyond Moscow there was little talk or thought of Moscow, and when they caught sight of its burned ruins no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the vivandiere, and like matters.
Her eyes" (Nicholas looked at his partner) "are blue, her mouth coral and ivory; her figure" (he glanced at her shoulders) "like Diana's...."
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
They spoke of the war, and like everyone else unconsciously exaggerated their sorrow about it; they spoke of their last meeting--Nicholas trying to change the subject--they talked of the governor's kind wife, of Nicholas' relations, and of Princess Mary's.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
In men Rostov could not bear to see the expression of a higher spiritual life (that was why he did not like Prince Andrew) and he referred to it contemptuously as philosophy and dreaminess, but in Princess Mary that very sorrow which revealed the depth of a whole spiritual world foreign to him was an irresistible attraction.
Looking at his cold face, as he sat like a stern schoolmaster who was prepared to wait awhile for an answer, Pierre felt that every instant of delay might cost him his life; but he did not know what to say.
His curiosity and agitation, like that of the whole crowd, reached the highest pitch at this fifth murder.
Like the others this fifth man seemed calm; he wrapped his loose cloak closer and rubbed one bare foot with the other.
He swayed like a drunken man, taking some steps forward and back to save himself from falling.
You should do like this.
Eat some like that!
Our luck is like water in a dragnet: you pull at it and it bulges, but when you've drawn it out it's empty!
And indeed he only had to lie down, to fall asleep like a stone, and he only had to shake himself, to be ready without a moment's delay for some work, just as children are ready to play directly they awake.
He did not sing like a trained singer who knows he is listened to, but like the birds, evidently giving vent to the sounds in the same way that one stretches oneself or walks about to get rid of stiffness, and the sounds were always high-pitched, mournful, delicate, and almost feminine, and his face at such times was very serious.
If he had not known that he was dying, how could he have failed to pity her and how could he speak like that in her presence?
Princess Mary suddenly said in a trembling voice, would you like to see little Nicholas?
He had felt it for the first time when the shell spun like a top before him, and he looked at the fallow field, the bushes, and the sky, and knew that he was face to face with death.
"They can still be called back," said one of his suite, who like Count Orlov felt distrustful of the adventure when he looked at the enemy's camp.
But people who talk like that either do not know what they are talking about or deliberately deceive themselves.
The French generals lost touch with the Russian army of sixty thousand men, and according to Thiers it was only eventually found, like a lost pin, by the skill--and apparently the genius--of Murat.
That army, like a herd of cattle run wild and trampling underfoot the provender which might have saved it from starvation, disintegrated and perished with each additional day it remained in Moscow.
To study the skillful tactics and aims of Napoleon and his army from the time it entered Moscow till it was destroyed is like studying the dying leaps and shudders of a mortally wounded animal.
The rustle of the battle of Tarutino frightened the beast, and it rushed forward onto the hunter's gun, reached him, turned back, and finally--like any wild beast--ran back along the most disadvantageous and dangerous path, where the old scent was familiar.
A beard and mustache covered the lower part of his face, and a tangle of hair, infested with lice, curled round his head like a cap.
When that door was opened and the prisoners, crowding against one another like a flock of sheep, squeezed into the exit, Pierre pushed his way forward and approached that very captain who as the corporal had assured him was ready to do anything for him.
From all sides, like the roar of the sea, were heard the rattle of wheels, the tramp of feet, and incessant shouts of anger and abuse.
Like this, we shan't get away before evening.
"I don't like waking him," he said, fumbling for something.
Like Dokhturov he had the reputation of being a man of very limited capacity and information, and like Dokhturov he never made plans of battle but was always found where the situation was most difficult.
Like Dokhturov he had the reputation of being a man of very limited capacity and information, and like Dokhturov he never made plans of battle but was always found where the situation was most difficult.
In battle he was always under fire, so that Kutuzov reproved him for it and feared to send him to the front, and like Dokhturov he was one of those unnoticed cogwheels that, without clatter or noise, constitute the most essential part of the machine.
Kutuzov like all old people did not sleep much at night.
Like an experienced sportsman he knew that the beast was wounded, and wounded as only the whole strength of Russia could have wounded it, but whether it was mortally wounded or not was still an undecided question.
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.
He imagined all sorts of possible contingencies, just like the younger men, but with this difference, that he saw thousands of contingencies instead of two or three and based nothing on them.
In their hundreds of thousands they moved like a whole nation.
It was necessary to let the French reach Shamshevo quietly without alarming them and then, after joining Dolokhov who was to come that evening to a consultation at a watchman's hut in the forest less than a mile from Shamshevo, to surprise the French at dawn, falling like an avalanche on their heads from two sides, and rout and capture them all at one blow.
Like his horse, which turned its head and laid its ears back, he shrank from the driving rain and gazed anxiously before him.
Clothes, saddles, reins, were all wet, slippery, and sodden, like the ground and the fallen leaves that strewed the road.
Tikhon did not like riding, and always went on foot, never lagging behind the cavalry.
"I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down."
One turned up and I grabbed him, like this.
I have several like it, said Petya, blushing.
Would you like some?... and Petya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins.
I like to work accurately.
Here now--wouldn't one of these gentlemen like to ride over to the French camp with me?
"I like that!" exclaimed Petya.
I don't like that.
Some are, and some aren't--like us.
And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth.
As much as I like and as I like! said Petya to himself.
And the Cossacks looked round in surprise at the sound, like the yelp of a dog, with which Denisov turned away, walked to the wattle fence, and seized hold of it.
So he comes up to the old man like this, and falls down at his feet!
All the profound plans about cutting off and capturing Napoleon and his army were like the plan of a market gardener who, when driving out of his garden a cow that had trampled down the beds he had planted, should run to the gate and hit the cow on the head.
The Russian army had to act like a whip to a running animal.
Go, go, she... is calling... and weeping like a child and quickly shuffling on his feeble legs to a chair, he almost fell into it, covering his face with his hands.
"Is she like him?" thought Natasha.
Like some huge many-limbed animal, the regiment began to prepare its lair and its food.
"Don't you like it?" said a laughing voice, and moderating their tones the men moved forward.
Oh, my brave, kind friends, and he leaned his head against the shoulder of one of the men like a child.
Just like the Frenchie!
It fled like a wounded animal and it was impossible to block its path.
"It's a pleasure to talk to a man like that; he is not like our provincials," he would say.
"If all Russians are in the least like you, it is sacrilege to fight such a nation," he said to Pierre.
Throughout his journey he felt like a schoolboy on holiday.
Pierre remembered that the princess always had lady companions, but who they were and what they were like he never knew or remembered.
Before Pierre left the room Princess Mary told him: "This is the first time she has talked of him like that."
There was nothing in Pierre's soul now at all like what had troubled it during his courtship of Helene.
I too am a man like the rest of you.
Let me live like a man and think of my soul and of God.
As always happens in such cases rivalry sprang up as to which should get paid first, and those who like Mitenka held promissory notes given them as presents now became the most exacting of the creditors.
"Oh, Nicholas, how can you talk like that?" cried Sonya, hardly able to conceal her delight.
Nicholas was a plain farmer: he did not like innovations, especially the English ones then coming into vogue.
Never, he repeated in a trembling voice like a boy asking for forgiveness.
In autumn he gave himself up to hunting with the same business-like seriousness--leaving home for a month, or even two, with his hunt.
She is a sterile flower, you know--like some strawberry blossoms.
Like a cat, she had attached herself not to the people but to the home.
You have no idea how unhappy, how lonely, I feel when you are like that.
Without you, or when something comes between us like this, I seem lost and can't do anything.
I'm not like that myself, but I understand.
Discussions and questions of that kind, which are like the question of how to get the greatest gratification from one's dinner, did not then and do not now exist for those for whom the purpose of a dinner is the nourishment it affords; and the purpose of marriage is the family.
That creature said: You are angry, you are jealous, you would like to pay him out, you are afraid--but here am I!
If only you could see what I was like without you, how I suffered!
He did not want to be an hussar or a Knight of St. George like his uncle Nicholas; he wanted to be learned, wise, and kind like Pierre.
"What do you think of this?" said he, unrolling a piece of stuff like a shopman.
But those glances expressed something more: they said that she had played her part in life, that what they now saw was not her whole self, that we must all become like her, and that they were glad to yield to her, to restrain themselves for this once precious being formerly as full of life as themselves, but now so much to be pitied.
But best of all you have brought yourself back--for I never saw anything like it, you ought to give your wife a scolding!
She is like a mad woman when you are away.
How like he is growing, Mary! he added, addressing Countess Mary.
"Like my father?" asked the boy, flushing crimson and looking up at Pierre with bright, ecstatic eyes.
Fancy giving the command of the Semenov wegiment to a fellow like that Schwa'tz! he cried.
What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.
"How like his father he is," Pierre interjected.
You are as like him as two peas--like the boy.
The strangeness and absurdity of these replies arise from the fact that modern history, like a deaf man, answers questions no one has asked.
The biographies and special national histories are like paper money.
These temporary aims are like the broom fixed in front of a locomotive to clear the snow from the rails in front: they clear men's moral responsibilities from their path.
Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
You like horses, yes?
I'd like to, but if it's too much trouble...
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
I hope to have a love like yours some day.
Like father, like son.
Oh, you think Alex feels like you want his attention all the time?
I know they don't like me.
Then she ran straight into the fence - like she didn't see it.
Yes. But I like taking care of my children.
It was nice seeing Alondra like this.
"As for my part," His eyes were like soft chocolate pools as he gazed into hers.
I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.
I don't like it when you're rough like that.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
They saw a landscape with mountains and plains, lakes and rivers, very like those upon the earth's surface; but all the scene was splendidly colored by the variegated lights from the six suns.
These spires were like great spear-points, and if they tumbled upon one of them they were likely to suffer serious injury.
"None of us has had breakfast," said the boy; "and in a time of danger like this it's foolish to talk about eating."
This child, who is from the crust of the earth, like yourself, called you a Wizard.
Is not a Wizard something like a Sorcerer?
The maiden's gown was soft as satin and fell about her in ample folds, while dainty lace-like traceries trimmed the bodice and sleeves.
Do you like fish?
But in the basket-car are some things I would like to keep with me.
They're cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness.
I'd like to get home again, I'm sure.
Crack! crash! bang! went his iron-shod hoofs against the wooden bodies of the Gargoyles, and they were battered right and left with such force that they scattered like straws in the wind.
But a rickety wooden thing like you has no right to be alive.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
But here comes Ozma; so I'd better hush up, for the Princess doesn't like me to chatter since she changed her name from Tip to Ozma.
"This is a fine country, and I like all the people that live in it," he told Dorothy.
Then try to tell what it is, what it is like, what it is good for, and what is done with it.
Perhaps you would like to read those funny verses.
He was very proud to think of this, and he wished that he might grow up to be like them.
They said that a bright boy like George would not long be a common sailor.
"But I should like to know the story which this book tells," said Alfred.
Like other kings, he lived in a beautiful palace and had many officers and servants to wait upon him.
The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life.
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
I sat there for a long, long time, feeling like a fairy on a rosy cloud.
Until then I had been like a foreigner speaking through an interpreter.
The tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought, and the shells and pebbles and the seaweed with tiny living creatures attached to it never lost their fascination for me.
Here were great oaks and splendid evergreens with trunks like mossy pillars, from the branches of which hung garlands of ivy and mistletoe, and persimmon trees, the odour of which pervaded every nook and corner of the wood--an illusive, fragrant something that made the heart glad.
The air stung my cheeks like fire.
The trees stood motionless and white like figures in a marble frieze.
The rays of the sun fell upon the trees, so that the twigs sparkled like diamonds and dropped in showers when we touched them.
My thoughts would often rise and beat up like birds against the wind, and I persisted in using my lips and voice.
Trying to write is very much like trying to put a Chinese puzzle together.
Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives.
The condition of the operatives is becoming every day more like that of the English; and it cannot be wondered at, since, as far as I have heard or observed, the principal object is, not that mankind may be well and honestly clad, but, unquestionably, that corporations may be enriched.
"I should like," said the vicomte, "to ask how monsieur explains the 18th Brumaire; was not that an imposture?
It was a swindle, and not at all like the conduct of a great man!
I don't like either the one or the other.
Suddenly the angry, squirrel-like expression of the princess' pretty face changed into a winning and piteous look of fear.
You are the first and only one to whom I mention this, because I like you.
The only young people remaining in the drawing room, not counting the young lady visitor and the countess' eldest daughter (who was four years older than her sister and behaved already like a grown-up person), were Nicholas and Sonya, the niece.
Tears filled the thin man's eyes, and the fat otkupshchik sobbed outright like a child and kept repeating:
Eight quires, like this sample, gilt- edged... it must be exactly like the sample.
The cook began running hither and thither in the passage like a frightened hen, just as Alpatych entered.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
One does not dress or act like a lady.
"They look like doorways," said Dorothy; "only there are no stairs to get to them."
Then he tried to tell what it was like, what it was good for, and what was done with it.
Examining history is not like gazing into some fantasy crystal ball, where what we see is prophetic in detail.
It is like my car.
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I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk.
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out," she replied.
I took my "Reader for Beginners" and hunted for the words I knew; when I found them my joy was like that of a game of hide-and-seek.
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.
We don garment after garment, as if we grew like exogenous plants by addition without.
A great proportion of architectural ornaments are literally hollow, and a September gale would strip them off, like borrowed plumes, without injury to the substantials.
I don't like him, she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows.
"How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
Pierre looked at his friend and, noticing that he did not like the conversation, gave no reply.
Her tone was now querulous and her lip drawn up, giving her not a joyful, but an animal, squirrel-like expression.
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Would you like to read his speech?
He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard.
But, except for these fleeting memories, if, indeed, they be memories, it all seems very unreal, like a nightmare.
It will seem like being at home again, for I lived in that room for many, many years.
From the garden it looked like an arbour.
He is not fed, sheltered, clothed, warmed, like his contemporaries.