In a profound way, our lives will be better.
We are already well on our way.
A result of our actions?
But our dear mother waits on us herself.
It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
You all have been so nice to us, and we've enjoyed our stay.
Our friends had a good start and were able to maintain it, for with their eight wings they could go just as fast as could the Gargoyles.
"Our sovereign the Emperor will be here in a moment," said Rostopchin.
Even our Saviour preached liberty and equality.
He is one of the greatest men in our country, was the answer.
We must cease raving if we are sons of our Fatherland!
Millions will pour forth from there"--he pointed to the merchants' hall--"but our business is to supply men and not spare ourselves...
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
"Is she like our mother?" asked Chariot.
Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.
So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change.
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
Our lives and property--take them, Your Majesty!
Our Emperor joined the army to encourage it to defend every inch of Russian soil and not to retreat.
It'll cover our tracks.
A stable vaccine was developed, our understanding of the disease expanded, and technology moved forward.
Why, our mothers used to be married at twelve or thirteen.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
The enemy is advancing to destroy Russia, to desecrate the tombs of our fathers, to carry off our wives and children.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
The goal of our offered summer sojourn was described as a seasonal cabin on a small lake in near Wolfboro, New Hampshire.
But I remember that our great poet once said:
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
He was a great thinker and a great doer, and with Washington he helped to make our country free.
He sends soldiers among us to take away our liberty.
And when more and more people have their medical history tracked over time, we will learn even more about how our bodies get sick and how they heal.
The power of the Internet and associated technologies we have so far described, combined with our new understanding of the genome, dooms disease to eventual extinction.
Most cases aren't like our jelly bean example where each person had the items the other person wanted.
It only wuined our farming!
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
It is disgraceful, a stain on our army, and as for him, he ought, it seems to me, not to live.
But our neighbor, Johnson, is sending the nag to Exeter for the use of a lady who is to ride back with me.
A disease-free future for everyone is within our grasp.
So thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country.
It was necessary to fight an unexpected battle at Smolensk to save our lines of communication.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
He grew up to become a famous man and one of our greatest orators.
He became famous as one of the bravest and best of the generals who fought to make our country free.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
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.
At the very beginning of the war our armies were divided, and our sole aim was to unite them, though uniting the armies was no advantage if we meant to retire and lure the enemy into the depths of the country.
But come, children, let us have our supper.
The amount of data stored is so vast that even if we put a number on it, it would be beyond our comprehension.
So where does that leave us in our quest to end disease?
And yet, our lives are nothing like that.
First, many things in the physical world that we think of as scarce are not really scarce, just presently beyond our ability to capture.
As we envision a world where machines do more and more work that people used to do, our minds naturally turn to those who would be displaced by technological advance.
Machines multiply our labor and increase our ability to do work.
The next chapter will explore how far this can go, how many of our daily tasks machines could assume.
We are about to enter a world where robots do more and more of our work for us.
As robotic technology advances, we are being forced to readjust our expectations of machines' capabilities.
Clearly, what nanites will do inside our bodies in the future is almost limitless and will change medicine forever.
But let's move on to other jobs they can do outside our bodies.
Or how about nanites that process each piece of trash in our garbage and turn it into something useful?
Robots are free from the physical limits our human bodies have.
So, how many thousands of times more will this increase our productivity?
I know that sounds preposterous—but only based on our assumptions that the future will be like the past.
It will know everyone who is supposed to be in the house and alert you when someone else is in the house (replacing the family dog of old in whom we never fully placed our trust).
This speaks to the fabulous wealth of this country and how our expectation of material possessions has risen so fast that we have redefined poverty to include what once were deemed luxury items.
In fact, we don't simply buy more government, but we give it a disproportionate amount of our increased income.
Now, let me pose a different question: In the vastly-more-prosperous future, what will "working hard for our money" even mean?
We have to work at jobs to create wealth because as we live our lives, we consume wealth.
We see with our eyes many people doing mind-numbingly boring jobs and assume that is all they are capable of doing.
But upon reflection, it is entirely inconsistent with our experience.
We control the temperature of our surroundings, eat food from around the world, and own possessions no king could have imagined.
And we got them all, more or less, by trade and the wealth generated by our work doing some function for which we are trained.
As machines do ever more things that we used to do, we will have more choices for how we spend our time.
This can-do, care-for-our-own spirit permeated the nation.
There is undoubtedly a cause and effect between what we eat and our health, but I believe it is still poorly understood.
Add to that how food itself is changing, our food choices change, our lifestyles change, and all along the way we are aging.
And finally, consider how nutrition affects other relative and subjective factors in our lives such as energy level and mood.
In areas of uncertainty, we form our opinions on the basis of assumptions in other parts of our life.
Again, this is because without compelling, widely accepted facts, we use things we've learned from other parts of our lives to make our decisions.
The subtle interplay of everything involved in nutrition is vastly more complex than our minds are able to handle.
So our ability to find cause and effect in that—and to really discern fact from fallacy, what's good from what's bad for us—is highly suspect.
From our point of view, the job of the plant is to convert sunlight into energy and store that energy in a tasty way; then when we eat the plant, we get that energy.
From our standpoint, the plant wastes all the rest of its energy on riotous living: growing roots and leaves, soaking up water, separating carbon molecules from oxygen ones.
Similarly, our agricultural processes aren't so hot.
We did our own canning, especially pickles, and I picked berries every summer so my mom could make jelly.
Long term, we will be better off manufacturing our food as opposed to growing it.
This is especially unfortunate because a major crop in Africa, grain sorghum, has a somewhat indigestible protein which our bodies have a hard time metabolizing.
Our eyes are capable of seeing only a narrow spectrum of light.
We are really good on the reasoning part, but as far as our sensory inputs go, we are massively outclassed by cheap sensors.
Do we not do the same in our personal lives?
Is our nation so poor or so weak that we must resort to the ultimate in pragmatism and befriend nations in the name of commerce or prosperity or military security while turning a blind eye to the suffering of their people?
What good is our high economic standing in the world if we do not use it for good purposes?
What would we have the centuries to come to say about us: That we were so eager to maximize our position of power and wealth that we turned a blind eye to injustice?
We will learn to grow more crops in more places, and make great breakthroughs relating to our seeds and our systems.
As we understand our own genome better, we will know better how to eat in a way that is custom tailored for us.
I know our world seems far from ending war.
This is not a defense of our present age; we will come to our own report card soon enough.
Until very recently, our world was ruled by kings.
We no longer force prisoners to kill each other for our amusement.
We use democracy as a method of selecting representatives.
What else has been achieved in our march toward civilization?
Even our aspirations have become more civilized.
We have created documents that enshrine our values as a method of articulating and preserving them.
Our forebears bore that burden.
As we contemplate whether we absolutely must end war, we should consider how life lived on a war footing affects our most basic rights and freedoms.
Nearly two terms of fighting the Cold War led him to conclude, as he put it, War in our time has become an anachronism.
Just as technology magnifies our productive labor, it magnifies our destructive capacity as well.
It is an acknowledgement that war is completely a choice and our choice can be "no."
I will not advise getting in touch with our feelings or even group hugs.
In our individual countries, sets of laws are created by the citizenry and are designed to protect life, liberty, and property.
Because it is cheaper to destroy than create, advances in technology increase our ability to destroy.
Frankly speaking, we all like our "stuff."
Since war historically has interrupted the flow of consumer goods, and would do so even more in our present interconnected world, preserving our hard-earned possessions provides an additional disincentive to war.
It is yet another major disincentive to war—and we are only six items into our list!
All this together means that our economic fates are more intertwined than ever.
Roughly a quarter of the way through our list of factors that will end war, we have reached the end of the economic ones.
As true as that was in Jefferson's time, our age has amplified all of it: both the miseries war can produce and the blessings peace can produce.
As the number of touch points with other countries rises, so must our shared understanding of acceptable conduct.
James Dean is locked in our minds with a cigarette.
Well, here we are, not quite halfway through our list of ways the Internet, technology, and civilization will come together to end war.
Our "strong ties"—family, close friends and the like—we can always count on, but they are relatively few.
We tend to regard information that comes to us through our friend network as more authentic and reliable than information we receive from traditional media.
It helps us bring about our social ideals.
We are more than three-quarters of the way through our forty-three steps toward world peace.
Now, on a regular basis, videos appear which bring to life something that would otherwise be merely an ill-formed image in our minds.
We seem to have lost our stomach for these kinds of losses.
There are pros and cons to this, to be sure, but overall, this has increased our empathy.
It has increased our desire for peace and our unwillingness to wage war.
This is how our Founding Fathers intended our nation to behave: To try to achieve our foreign policy aims through negotiation and, if that failed, through economic sanctions.
We value our humanity, and insofar as life in the future seems different from our life today, it somehow seems less human.
So let's address it head-on: In this world of the future, do we lose our humanity?
But with rare exceptions, we simply don't train our brains to do this particular task.
In one case, the technology, writing, probably resulted in our memories getting worse, but we gained much more than we lost.
So in the present and future, when a technology comes along that represents such a change—that saves details of our activities with which to advise us later, or has us speaking to machines as if they were creatures—it will simply be more of the same.
And it will come at no cost to our humanity.
They all flow naturally from our daily and historical experience.
So while such an attack and its aftermath would not derail our eventual arrival at the next golden age, it quite possibly would delay it.
Having said all of that, government should certainly be watched with a suspicious eye, for it could conceivably delay or derail our ascent to the next golden age.
Our republic has prospered because it fiercely protected life, liberty, and property, and must continue to do so.
However, I don't think finding these solutions means an end to all our troubles.
All these problems that technology will solve have made our underlying differences worse—but removing these problems will not eliminate those underlying differences.
I hope that, after reading this far, you appreciate that for our age, this is no idle boast.
Today, all of our eggs are in a lone planetary basket, Earth.
At the time in history when our future has never looked brighter, it is baffling that some people are more pessimistic than ever.
And because it changed for the better, wondrously better, we can proudly claim our part in its forming.
We were sadly in the way, but that did not interfere with our pleasure in the least.
We were busy cutting out paper dolls; but we soon wearied of this amusement, and after cutting up our shoestrings and clipping all the leaves off the honeysuckle that were within reach, I turned my attention to Martha's corkscrews.
The morning had been fine, but it was growing warm and sultry when at last we turned our faces homeward.
Our last halt was under a wild cherry tree a short distance from the house.
It was so cool up in the tree that Miss Sullivan proposed that we have our luncheon there.
Our favourite walk was to Keller's Landing, an old tumbledown lumber-wharf on the Tennessee River, used during the Civil War to land soldiers.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
I was keenly surprised and disappointed years later to learn of their acts of persecution that make us tingle with shame, even while we glory in the courage and energy that gave us our "Country Beautiful."
Just before the Perkins Institution closed for the summer, it was arranged that my teacher and I should spend our vacation at Brewster, on Cape Cod, with our dear friend, Mrs. Hopkins.
I spent the autumn months with my family at our summer cottage, on a mountain about fourteen miles from Tuscumbia.
Our cottage was a sort of rough camp, beautifully situated on the top of the mountain among oaks and pines.
The men slept in the hall outside our door, and I could feel the deep breathing of the dogs and the hunters as they lay on their improvised beds.
Half walking in the paths, half working our way through the lesser drifts, we succeeded in reaching a pine grove just outside a broad pasture.
Our favourite amusement during that winter was tobogganing.
We would get on our toboggan, a boy would give us a shove, and off we went!
Just here, perhaps, I had better explain our use of the manual alphabet, which seems to puzzle people who do not know us.
It seems to me that the great difficulty of writing is to make the language of the educated mind express our confused ideas, half feelings, half thoughts, when we are little more than bundles of instinctive tendencies.
So long as we felt his loving presence and knew that he took a watchful interest in our work, fraught with so many difficulties, we could not be discouraged.
His going away left a vacancy in our lives that has never been filled.
I wondered more and more, while Burke's masterly speech rolled on in mighty surges of eloquence, how it was that King George and his ministers could have turned a deaf ear to his warning prophecy of our victory and their humiliation.
It makes me most happy to remember the hours we spent helping each other in study and sharing our recreation together.
Miss Sullivan and I spent the rest of the winter with our friends, the Chamberlins in Wrentham, twenty-five miles from Boston.
Many scholars forget, it seems to me, that our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.
One of them is the precious science of patience, which teaches us that we should take our education as we would take a walk in the country, leisurely, our minds hospitably open to impressions of every sort.
At first I had only a few books in raised print--"readers" for beginners, a collection of stories for children, and a book about the earth called "Our World."
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
They laid their treasures at my feet, and I accepted them as we accept the sunshine and the love of our friends.
Then, again, La Fontaine seldom, if ever, appeals to our highest moral sense.
The harbour was our joy, our paradise.
Our little boat confronted the gale fearlessly; with sails spread and ropes taut, she seemed to sit upon the wind.
Our hearts beat fast, and our hands trembled with excitement, not fear, for we had the hearts of vikings, and we knew that our skipper was master of the situation.
Our hearts beat fast, and our hands trembled with excitement, not fear, for we had the hearts of vikings, and we knew that our skipper was master of the situation.
At last, cold, hungry and weary, we reached our pier.
We knew that beyond the border of our Eden men were making history by the sweat of their brows when they might better make a holiday.
Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!
Some of them would be found written in our literature and dear to the hearts of many, while others would be wholly unknown to most of my readers.
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 solemn nothings that fill our everyday life blossom suddenly into bright possibilities.
We have just eaten our breakfast.
When we are sleeping quietly in our beds, they are watching the beautiful sky through the telescope.
Teacher says she can see Venus from our window, and it is a large and beautiful star.
Mildred and I had our pictures taken while we were in Huntsville.
One sits on the twig of a tree, just beneath our window, and he fills the air with his glad songs.
It is very pleasant to live here in our beautiful world.
I shall always keep them, and it will make me very happy to think that you found them, on that far away island, from which Columbus sailed to discover our dear country.
Let me tell you how it seems to me that we come to know about our heavenly Father.
It is from the power of love which is in our own hearts.
All the love that is in our hearts comes from him, as all the light which is in the flowers comes from the sun.
And we are always most glad of what we not merely see our friends enjoy, but of what we give them to enjoy.
And Jesus, who is His Son, but is nearer to Him than all of us His other Children, came into the world on purpose to tell us all about our Father's Love.
And my dear father, how he would like to hear about our journey!
I am sorry to say that our train was delayed in several places, which made us late in reaching New York.
We surprised our dear friends, however, for they did not expect us Saturday; but when the bell rung Miss Marrett guessed who was at the door, and Mrs. Hopkins jumped up from the breakfast table and ran to the door to meet us; she was indeed much astonished to see us.
Our room is pleasant and comfortable.
I want you to see baby Tom, the little blind and deaf and dumb child who has just come to our pretty garden.
When I came home teacher read to me "The School-boy," for it is not in our print.
We shall all be proud and happy to welcome our poet friend.
I hope our kind friend Dr. Ellis will come too, and take Tom in his arms.
Please let Bishop Brooks know our plans, so that he may arrange to be with us.
I will see you to-morrow and then we can make the rest of our plans.
Please give your dear aunt teacher's and my love and tell her that we enjoyed our little visit very much indeed.
We even ate our breakfast out on the piazza.
The next morning the sun rose bright and warm, and we got up quickly for our hearts were full of pleasant expectation....
In a prefatory note which Miss Sullivan wrote for St. Nicholas, she says that people frequently said to her, "Helen sees more with her fingers than we do with our eyes."
Our quiet mountain home was especially attractive and restful after the excitement and fatigue of our visit to the World's Fair.
Our quiet mountain home was especially attractive and restful after the excitement and fatigue of our visit to the World's Fair.
Last Saturday our kind teachers planned a delightful trip to Bedloe's Island to see Bartholdi's great statue of Liberty enlightening the world....
...You know our kind teachers take us to see everything which they think will interest us, and we learn a great deal in that delightful way.
Our friends were greatly surprised to see us, as they had not expected us before the last of this month.
After we had had our breakfast, Teacher asked one of the train-men in the station if the New York train was made up.
She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board our train.
We only need you, dear Mr. Hitz, to complete our happiness.
Mr. Howes has probably given you a full account of our doings.
We think of you so, so often! and our hearts go out to you in tenderest sympathy; and you know better than this poor letter can tell you how happy we always are to have you with us!
We visited our good friends, Mr. and Mrs. Chamberlin, at Wrentham, out in the country, where they have a lovely home.
Our friend, Mr. Alden, the editor of Harper's was there, and of course we enjoyed his society very much....
Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.
July 9, 1897. ...Teacher and I are going to spend the summer at Wrentham, Mass. with our friends, the Chamberlins.
On the other hand, it would be a pledge to the world that we intend to stand by our declaration of war, and give Cuba to the Cubans, as soon as we have fitted them to assume the duties and responsibilities of a self-governing people....
My mother, and sister and little brother have been here five weeks, and our happiness knows no bounds.
Not only do we enjoy being together; but we also find our little home most delightful.
TO MRS. SAMUEL RICHARD FULLER Wrentham, October 20, 1899. ...I suppose it is time for me to tell you something about our plans for the winter.
TO MISS MILDRED KELLER 138 Brattle Street, Cambridge, November 26, 1899. ...At last we are settled for the winter, and our work is going smoothly.
We could hear the yells of the boys and the cheers of the lookers-on as plainly in our room as if we had been on the field.
There were about twenty-five thousand people at the game, and, when we went out, the noise was so terrific, we nearly jumped out of our skins, thinking it was the din of war, and not of a football game that we heard.
We are enjoying every moment of our visit, every one is so good to us.
We have seen many of our old friends, and made some new ones.
My friends thought we might have one or two pupils in our own home, thereby securing to me the advantage of being helpful to others without any of the disadvantages of a large school.
We clapped our hands and shouted;--went away beaming with pleasure, and Teacher and I felt more light of heart than we had for sometime.
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 14 Coolidge Avenue, Cambridge, December 27, 1900. ...So you read about our class luncheon in the papers?
It is evident that the blind should have a good magazine, not a special magazine for the blind, but one of our best monthlies, printed in embossed letters.
Thanks to our friend and helper, our world lies upward; the length and breadth and sweep of the heavens are ours!
She is less able to recall events of fifteen years ago than most of us are to recollect our childhood.
Miss Sullivan, who knows her pupil's mind, selects from the passing landscape essential elements, which give a certain clearness to Miss Keller's imagined view of an outer world that to our eyes is confused and overloaded with particulars.
Many of the detached incidents and facts of our daily life pass around and over her unobserved; but she has enough detailed acquaintance with the world to keep her view of it from being essentially defective.
Mr. Anagnos wrote in the report of the Perkins Institution, dated November 27, 1888: At my urgent request, Helen, accompanied by her mother and her teacher, came to the North in the last week of May, and spent several months with us as our guests....
We gladly allowed her to use freely our library of embossed books, our collection of stuffed animals, sea-shells, models of flowers and plants, and the rest of our apparatus for instructing the blind through the sense of touch.
She puts her hands in our plates and helps herself, and when the dishes are passed, she grabs them and takes out whatever she wants.
I hurried the preparations for our departure as much as possible, and here we are.
Our meals are brought from the house, and we usually eat on the piazza.
I don't agree with him; but I suppose we shall have to leave our little bower very soon.
The hen was very gentle, and made no objection to our investigations.
During our walks she keeps up a continual spelling, and delights to accompany it with actions such as skipping, hopping, jumping, running, walking fast, walking slow, and the like.
I decided that there was no reason, except my deplorable ignorance of the great facts that underlie our physical existence.
I told her that when we are happy our thoughts are bright, and when we are naughty they are sad.
You see, she had an idea that the colour of our thoughts matched that of our skin.
We took Helen to the circus, and had "the time of our lives"!
The child's eagerness and interest carry her over many obstacles that would be our undoing if we stopped to define and explain everything.
What would happen, do you think, if some one should try to measure our intelligence by our ability to define the commonest words we use?
When the wine was passed to our neighbour, he was obliged to stand up to prevent her taking it away from him.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
I am too happy to write letters; but I must tell you about our visit to Cincinnati.
She responds quickly to the gentle pressure of affection, the pat of approval, the jerk of impatience, the firm motion of command, and to the many other variations of the almost infinite language of the feelings; and she has become so expert in interpreting this unconscious language of the emotions that she is often able to divine our very thoughts.
Love is only something in our hearts.
When she referred to our conversation again, it was to ask, "Why did not Jesus go away, so that His enemies could not find Him?"
I said, "No; because, if there were no death, our world would soon be so crowded with living creatures that it would be impossible for any of them to live comfortably."
I believe every child has hidden away somewhere in his being noble capacities which may be quickened and developed if we go about it in the right way; but we shall never properly develop the higher natures of our little ones while we continue to fill their minds with the so-called rudiments.
She got the language from the language itself, and this is, next to hearing the language spoken, the way for any one to get a foreign tongue, more vital and, in the end, easier than our schoolroom method of beginning with the grammar.
It seems very strange to me that there should be this difference of opinion; I cannot understand how any one interested in our education can fail to appreciate the satisfaction we feel in being able to express our thoughts in living words.
In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."
The next year at Andover she said: It seems to me the world is full of goodness, beauty, and love; and how grateful we must be to our heavenly Father, who has given us so much to enjoy!
Teacher and I have just returned from our walk.
But on nearer approach we should discover our error.
The morning after our arrival I awoke bright and early.
The grand necessity, then, for our bodies, is to keep warm, to keep the vital heat in us.
Are we sure that there is none of it in our own lives?
Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives.
Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives.
I cannot believe that our factory system is the best mode by which men may get clothing.
In our climate, in the summer, it was formerly almost solely a covering at night.
It was the natural yearning of that portion, any portion of our most primitive ancestor which still survived in us.
At last, we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.
I hardly need refer now to the laborers in our Southern States who produce the staple exports of this country, and are themselves a staple production of the South.
Why should not our furniture be as simple as the Arab's or the Indian's?
Or what if I were to allow--would it not be a singular allowance?--that our furniture should be more complex than the Arab's, in proportion as we are morally and intellectually his superiors!
At present our houses are cluttered and defiled with it, and a good housewife would sweep out the greater part into the dust hole, and not leave her morning's work undone.
The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.
There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.
With a little more wit we might use these materials so as to become richer than the richest now are, and make our civilization a blessing.
What if an equal ado were made about the ornaments of style in literature, and the architects of our bibles spent as much time about their cornices as the architects of our churches do?
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things.
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things.
Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviÃ¦: at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned?
It is the same as if all these traps were buckled to a man's belt, and he could not move over the rough country where our lines are cast without dragging them--dragging his trap.
It is by a mathematical point only that we are wise, as the sailor or the fugitive slave keeps the polestar in his eye; but that is sufficient guidance for all our life.
We may not arrive at our port within a calculable period, but we would preserve the true course.
To co-operate in the highest as well as the lowest sense, means to get our living together.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
Nay, it is greatly overrated; and it is our selfishness which overrates it.
I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.
We should impart our courage, and not our despair, our health and ease, and not our disease, and take care that this does not spread by contagion.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
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 frittered away by detail.
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 we do not get out sleepers, and forge rails, and devote days and nights to the work, but go to tinkering upon our lives to improve them, who will build railroads?
But if we stay at home and mind our business, who will want railroads?
We have the Saint Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still.
The universe constantly and obediently answers to our conceptions; whether we travel fast or slow, the track is laid for us.
Let us spend our lives in conceiving then.
If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.
In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident.
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 is a work in several volumes in our Circulating Library entitled "Little Reading," which I thought referred to a town of that name which I had not been to.
What does our Concord culture amount to?
The book exists for us, perchance, which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones.
We spend more on almost any article of bodily aliment or ailment than on our mental aliment.
It is time that we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education when we begin to be men and women.
Alas! what with foddering the cattle and tending the store, we are kept from school too long, and our education is sadly neglected.
Why should our life be in any respect provincial?
Why should we leave it to Harper & Brothers and Redding & Co. to select our reading?
If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui.
It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads--because they once stood in their midst.
They give me a new sense of the variety and capacity of that nature which is our common dwelling.
The note of this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of any bird's, and if they could be naturalized without being domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses when their lords' clarions rested!
The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.
How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments?
Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?
The place where that may occur is always the same, and indescribably pleasant to all our senses.
For the most part we allow only outlying and transient circumstances to make our occasions.
They are everywhere, above us, on our left, on our right; they environ us on all sides.
We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.
Not my or thy great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother Nature's universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness.
Many of our houses, both public and private, with their almost innumerable apartments, their huge halls and their cellars for the storage of wines and other munitions of peace, appear to be extravagantly large for their inhabitants.
Also, our sentences wanted room to unfold and form their columns in the interval.
As the conversation began to assume a loftier and grander tone, we gradually shoved our chairs farther apart till they touched the wall in opposite corners, and then commonly there was not room enough.
This meal only we had in two nights and a day; and had not one of us bought a partridge, we had taken our journey fasting.
Half-witted men from the almshouse and elsewhere came to see me; but I endeavored to make them exercise all the wit they had, and make their confessions to me; in such cases making wit the theme of our conversation; and so was compensated.
It seemed that from such a basis of truth and frankness as the poor weak-headed pauper had laid, our intercourse might go forward to something better than the intercourse of sages.
I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.
Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men?
We are wont to forget that the sun looks on our cultivated fields and on the prairies and forests without distinction.
How, then, can our harvest fail?
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.
Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again.
All our Concord waters have two colors at least; one when viewed at a distance, and another, more proper, close at hand.
I have seen our river, when, the landscape being covered with snow, both water and ice were almost as green as grass.
But, looking directly down into our waters from a boat, they are seen to be of very different colors.
Flint's, or Sandy Pond, in Lincoln, our greatest lake and inland sea, lies about a mile east of Walden.
Such is the poverty of our nomenclature.
Let our lakes receive as true names at least as the Icarian Sea, where "still the shore" a "brave attempt resounds."
Since the wood-cutters, and the railroad, and I myself have profaned Walden, perhaps the most attractive, if not the most beautiful, of all our lakes, the gem of the woods, is White Pond;--a poor name from its commonness, whether derived from the remarkable purity of its waters or the color of its sands.
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.
How much more beautiful than our lives, how much more transparent than our characters, are they!
It was one of those afternoons which seem indefinitely long before one, in which many events may happen, a large portion of our natural life, though it was already half spent when I started.
The fruits eaten temperately need not make us ashamed of our appetites, nor interrupt the worthiest pursuits.
Our whole life is startlingly moral.
The harp is the travelling patterer for the Universe's Insurance Company, recommending its laws, and our little goodness is all the assessment that we pay.
Many an irksome noise, go a long way off, is heard as music, a proud, sweet satire on the meanness of our lives.
We are conscious of an animal in us, which awakens in proportion as our higher nature slumbers.
A command over our passions, and over the external senses of the body, and good acts, are declared by the Ved to be indispensable in the mind's approximation to God.
By turns our purity inspires and our impurity casts us down.
We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.
I had the previous winter made a small quantity of lime by burning the shells of the Unio fluviatilis, which our river affords, for the sake of the experiment; so that I knew where my materials came from.
After all our discoveries and inventions no man will go by a pile of wood.
It is as precious to us as it was to our Saxon and Norman ancestors.
If they made their bows of it, we make our gun-stocks of it.
The very nearness of the fire but cooled our ardor.
We talked of rude and simple times, when men sat about large fires in cold, bracing weather, with clear heads; and when other dessert failed, we tried our teeth on many a nut which wise squirrels have long since abandoned, for those which have the thickest shells are commonly empty.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.
Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads.
Our notions of law and harmony are commonly confined to those instances which we detect; but the harmony which results from a far greater number of seemingly conflicting, but really concurring, laws, which we have not detected, is still more wonderful.
The particular laws are as our points of view, as, to the traveller, a mountain outline varies with every step, and it has an infinite number of profiles, though absolutely but one form.
In our bodies, a bold projecting brow falls off to and indicates a corresponding depth of thought.
Also there is a bar across the entrance of our every cove, or particular inclination; each is our harbor for a season, in which we are detained and partially land-locked.
It is true, we are such poor navigators that our thoughts, for the most part, stand off and on upon a harborless coast, are conversant only with the bights of the bays of poesy, or steer for the public ports of entry, and go into the dry docks of science, where they merely refit for this world, and no natural currents concur to individualize them.
Who knows but if our instruments were delicate enough we might detect an undulation in the crust of the earth?
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat-Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well.
Its throes will heave our exuviae from their graves.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows which surround it.
We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
The other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent.
Our voyaging is only great-circle sailing, and the doctors prescribe for diseases of the skin merely.
Is not our own interior white on the chart? black though it may prove, like the coast, when discovered.
The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement.
Why level downward to our dullest perception always, and praise that as common sense?
Some are dinning in our ears that we Americans, and moderns generally, are intellectual dwarfs compared with the ancients, or even the Elizabethan men.
The shadows of poverty and meanness gather around us, "and lo! creation widens to our view."
We are often reminded that if there were bestowed on us the wealth of Croesus, our aims must still be the same, and our means essentially the same.
How long shall we sit in our porticoes practising idle and musty virtues, which any work would make impertinent?
Beside, we are sound asleep nearly half our time.
We think that we can change our clothes only.
It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
What makes this duty the more urgent is the fact that the country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army.
But we love better to talk about it: that we say is our mission.
It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed before me.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
If we were left solely to the wordy wit of legislators in Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the seasonable experience and the effectual complaints of the people, America would not long retain her rank among the nations.
I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.
Our dear countess was too clever with Vera, said the count.
Don't I know that at the rate we are living our means won't last long?
And how is our dear invalid? said she, as though unaware of the cold offensive look fixed on her.
The will will show that, my dear; our fate also depends on it.
He has stopped Austria's cackle and I fear it will be our turn next.
"That's how we used to dance in our time, ma chere," said the count.
"And our share?" asked the princess smiling ironically, as if anything might happen, only not that.
Our duty, my dear, is to rectify his mistake, to ease his last moments by not letting him commit this injustice, and not to let him die feeling that he is rendering unhappy those who...
I don't want to have you like our silly ladies.
Our dear Emperor has left Petersburg and it is thought intends to expose his precious person to the chances of war.
This young man, of whom I spoke to you last summer, is so noble-minded and full of that real youthfulness which one seldom finds nowadays among our old men of twenty and, particularly, he is so frank and has so much heart.
Someday I will tell you about our parting and all that was said then.
You complain of our separation.
It was a convoy of conscripts enrolled from our people and starting to join the army.
Adieu, dear and kind friend; may our divine Saviour and His most Holy Mother keep you in their holy and all-powerful care!
Well, Michael Ivanovich, our Bonaparte will be having a bad time of it.
Father's father, our grandfather, wore it in all his wars.
We had our hands full last night.
"We all have our weaknesses," said Kutuzov smiling and walking away from him.
See, the fifth company is turning into the village already... they will have their buckwheat cooked before we reach our quarters.
Also, as we are masters of Ulm, we cannot be deprived of the advantage of commanding both sides of the Danube, so that should the enemy not cross the Lech, we can cross the Danube, throw ourselves on his line of communications, recross the river lower down, and frustrate his intention should he try to direct his whole force against our faithful ally.
Look here, my dear fellow, get from Kozlovski all the reports from our scouts.
Don't you understand that either we are officers serving our Tsar and our country, rejoicing in the successes and grieving at the misfortunes of our common cause, or we are merely lackeys who care nothing for their master's business.
* "Forty thousand men massacred and the army of our allies destroyed, and you find that a cause for jesting!"
Then came the distant report of a shot, and our troops could be seen hurrying to the crossing.
The gun rang out with a deafening metallic roar, and a whistling grenade flew above the heads of our troops below the hill and fell far short of the enemy, a little smoke showing the spot where it burst.
Everyone got up and began watching the movements of our troops below, as plainly visible as if but a stone's throw away, and the movements of the approaching enemy farther off.
At the foot of the hill lay wasteland over which a few groups of our Cossack scouts were moving.
Our Bogdanich knows how things are done.
Both the foreign minister and our ambassador in Vienna knew him and valued him.
Not only occupied, but Bonaparte is at Schonbrunn, and the count, our dear Count Vrbna, goes to him for orders.
Prince Auersperg is on this, on our side of the river, and is defending us--doing it very badly, I think, but still he is defending us.
Besides, unless His Majesty the Emperor derogates from the principle of our alliance...
Finally one cannot impute the nonreceipt of our dispatch of November 18.
"I cannot inform Your Majesty at what o'clock the battle began at the front, but at Durrenstein, where I was, our attack began after five in the afternoon," replied Bolkonski growing more animated and expecting that he would have a chance to give a reliable account, which he had ready in his mind, of all he knew and had seen.
The scoundrel is again at our heels!
But it will please our sovereign the Emperor Napoleon if we take this bridge, so let us three go and take it!' 'Yes, let's!' say the others.
"Here is our dear Orthodox Russian army," thought Bolkonski, recalling Bilibin's words.
They won't let us pass, we are left behind and have lost our people...
"That's our battery," said the staff officer indicating the highest point.
At Grunth also some apprehension and alarm could be felt, but the nearer Prince Andrew came to the French lines the more confident was the appearance of our troops.
Our front line and that of the enemy were far apart on the right and left flanks, but in the center where the men with a flag of truce had passed that morning, the lines were so near together that the men could see one another's faces and speak to one another.
Our right flank was posted on a rather steep incline which dominated the French position.
Our infantry were stationed there, and at the farthest point the dragoons.
On the left our troops were close to a copse, in which smoked the bonfires of our infantry who were felling wood.
Behind our position was a steep and deep dip, making it difficult for artillery and cavalry to retire.
If they attack our center we, having the center battery on this high ground, shall withdraw the left flank under its cover, and retreat to the dip by echelons.
Evidently our guns had begun to reply.
The French had advanced nearest on our right.
Prince Bagration, having reached the highest point of our right flank, began riding downhill to where the roll of musketry was heard but where on account of the smoke nothing could be seen.
All he knew was that at the commencement of the action balls and shells began flying all over his regiment and hitting men and that afterwards someone had shouted "Cavalry!" and our men had begun firing.
They were still firing, not at the cavalry which had disappeared, but at French infantry who had come into the hollow and were firing at our men.
"Glad to do our best, your ex'len-lency!" came a confused shout from the ranks.
Several of our men fell, among them the round-faced officer who had marched so gaily and complacently.
The attack of the Sixth Chasseurs secured the retreat of our right flank.
But our left--which consisted of the Azov and Podolsk infantry and the Pavlograd hussars--was simultaneously attacked and outflanked by superior French forces under Lannes and was thrown into confusion.
Where our men were, and where the French, he did not know.
Our fugitives returned, the battalions re-formed, and the French who had nearly cut our left flank in half were for the moment repulsed.
Our fugitives returned, the battalions re-formed, and the French who had nearly cut our left flank in half were for the moment repulsed.
Our reserve units were able to join up, and the fight was at an end.
"Come along, our Matvevna!" he said to himself.
Our officers were flocking in to look at him.
Prince Bagration was thanking the individual commanders and inquiring into details of the action and our losses.
Several of those present smiled at Zherkov's words, expecting one of his usual jokes, but noticing that what he was saying redounded to the glory of our arms and of the day's work, they assumed a serious expression, though many of them knew that what he was saying was a lie devoid of any foundation.
He is such a worthy and excellent man, our dear Vyazmitinov....
Anna Pavlovna threatened him on behalf of "our dear Vyazmitinov," and in her eyes, which, for an instant, glanced at Pierre, Prince Vasili read a congratulation on his future son-in-law and on his daughter's happiness.
And our little tea table?
You know, of course, that His Imperial Highness rode with our regiment all the time, so that we had every comfort and every advantage.
And the Tsarevich was very gracious to all our officers.
As for us, Count, we get along on our pay.
"Go across to our hosts: they invited you," added Boris.
Boris inquired what news there might be on the staff, and what, without indiscretion, one might ask about our plans.
Our stories have some weight, not like the stories of those fellows on the staff who get rewards without doing anything!
At a time of such love, such rapture, and such self-sacrifice, what do any of our quarrels and affronts matter?
When the review was over, the newly arrived officers, and also Kutuzov's, collected in groups and began to talk about the awards, about the Austrians and their uniforms, about their lines, about Bonaparte, and how badly the latter would fare now, especially if the Essen corps arrived and Prussia took our side.
All the advantages were on our side.
Our enormous forces, undoubtedly superior to Napoleon's, were concentrated in one place, the troops inspired by the Emperors' presence were eager for action.
I tell you he is in our hands, that's certain!
And the talkative Dolgorukov, turning now to Boris, now to Prince Andrew, told how Bonaparte wishing to test Markov, our ambassador, purposely dropped a handkerchief in front of him and stood looking at Markov, probably expecting Markov to pick it up for him, and how Markov immediately dropped his own beside it and picked it up without touching Bonaparte's.
Let's dwink to dwown our gwief! shouted Denisov, who had settled down by the roadside with a flask and some food.
He brought with him into our rearguard all the freshness of atmosphere of the French army, which was so alien to us.
"Not 'our Sovereign, the Emperor,' as they say at official dinners," said he, "but the health of our Sovereign, that good, enchanting, and great man!
"Despite my great respect for old Kutuzov," he continued, "we should be a nice set of fellows if we were to wait about and so give him a chance to escape, or to trick us, now that we certainly have him in our hands!
Whether tomorrow brings victory or defeat, the glory of our Russian arms is secure.
But even if he also took up a position in the Thuerassa, he merely saves us a great deal of trouble and all our arrangements to the minutest detail remain the same.
You have heard them, and we shall all do our duty.
An enormous space, with our army's campfires dimly glowing in the fog, could be seen behind him; in front of him was misty darkness.
What a nuisance that our squadron will be in reserve tomorrow, he thought.
Having descended the hill at a trot, he no longer saw either our own or the enemy's fires, but heard the shouting of the French more loudly and distinctly.
Tomorrow our squadron is to be in reserve.
Let every man be fully imbued with the thought that we must defeat these hirelings of England, inspired by such hatred of our nation!
Every soldier felt glad to know that to the unknown place where he was going, many more of our men were going too.
It's wonderful what a lot of our troops have gathered, lads!
The cause of the confusion was that while the Austrian cavalry was moving toward our left flank, the higher command found that our center was too far separated from our right flank and the cavalry were all ordered to turn back to the right.
The whole French army, and even Napoleon himself with his staff, were not on the far side of the streams and hollows of Sokolnitz and Schlappanitz beyond which we intended to take up our position and begin the action, but were on this side, so close to our own forces that Napoleon with the naked eye could distinguish a mounted man from one on foot.
The locality and the position of our troops were known to him as far as they could be known to anyone in our army.
Nothing was visible in the valley to the left into which our troops had descended and from whence came the sounds of firing.
Overtaking the battalions that continued to advance, he stopped the third division and convinced himself that there really were no sharpshooters in front of our columns.
"Glad to do our best!" shouted the soldiers.
In front he saw our artillerymen, some of whom were fighting, while others, having abandoned their guns, were running toward him.
On our right flank commanded by Bagration, at nine o'clock the battle had not yet begun.
They were our uhlans who with disordered ranks were returning from the attack.
They were our Horse Guards, advancing to attack the French cavalry that was coming to meet them.
Suddenly he heard musket fire quite close in front of him and behind our troops, where he could never have expected the enemy to be.
The enemy in the rear of our army?
He was killed by a cannon ball--struck in the breast before our regiment.
After five o'clock it was only at the Augesd Dam that a hot cannonade (delivered by the French alone) was still to be heard from numerous batteries ranged on the slopes of the Pratzen Heights, directed at our retreating forces.
That's our house, said Rostov.
Of course, it's our house!
"Dmitri," said Rostov to his valet on the box, "those lights are in our house, aren't they?"
Here he is... our own...
Gallop off to our Moscow estate, he said to the factotum who appeared at his call.
All Moscow repeated Prince Dolgorukov's saying: "If you go on modeling and modeling you must get smeared with clay," suggesting consolation for our defeat by the memory of former victories; and the words of Rostopchin, that French soldiers have to be incited to battle by highfalutin words, and Germans by logical arguments to show them that it is more dangerous to run away than to advance, but that Russian soldiers only need to be restrained and held back!
On all sides, new and fresh anecdotes were heard of individual examples of heroism shown by our officers and men at Austerlitz.
Bring glory then to Alexander's reign And on the throne our Titus shield.
"To the health of our Sovereign, the Emperor!" he cried, and at the same moment his kindly eyes grew moist with tears of joy and enthusiasm.
"To the health of our Sovereign, the Emperor!" he roared, "Hurrah!" and emptying his glass at one gulp he dashed it to the floor.
The old count rose once more, glanced at a note lying beside his plate, and proposed a toast, "To the health of the hero of our last campaign, Prince Peter Ivanovich Bagration!" and again his blue eyes grew moist.
But go with the firm intention of killing your man as quickly and surely as possible, and then all will be right, as our bear huntsman at Kostroma used to tell me.
"Yes, Count," she would say, "he is too noble and pure-souled for our present, depraved world.
Only by laying stone on stone with the cooperation of all, by the millions of generations from our forefather Adam to our own times, is that temple reared which is to be a worthy dwelling place of the Great God, he added, and closed his eyes.
And to attain this end, we have the light called conscience that God has implanted in our souls.
A person of very high standing in our Brotherhood has made application for you to be received into our Order before the usual term and has proposed to me to be your sponsor.
"Whatever happens to you," he said, "you must bear it all manfully if you have firmly resolved to join our Brotherhood."
"Very well," said Smolyaninov, and went on at once: "Have you any idea of the means by which our holy Order will help you to reach your aim?" said he quietly and quickly.
"Now I must disclose to you the chief aim of our Order," he said, "and if this aim coincides with yours, you may enter our Brotherhood with profit.
Hence we have a secondary aim, that of preparing our members as much as possible to reform their hearts, to purify and enlighten their minds, by means handed on to us by tradition from those who have striven to attain this mystery, and thereby to render them capable of receiving it.
"I must also inform you," said the Rhetor, "that our Order delivers its teaching not in words only but also by other means, which may perhaps have a stronger effect on the sincere seeker after wisdom and virtue than mere words.
Our Order imitates the ancient societies that explained their teaching by hieroglyphics.
"In our temples we recognize no other distinctions," read the Grand Master, "but those between virtue and vice.
Whatever the European sovereigns and commanders may do to countenance Bonaparte, and to cause me, and us in general, annoyance and mortification, our opinion of Bonaparte cannot alter.
We shall not cease to express our sincere views on that subject, and can only say to the King of Prussia and others: 'So much the worse for you.
* "Europe will never be our sincere ally."
"Since the day of our brilliant success at Austerlitz," wrote Bilibin, "as you know, my dear prince, I never leave headquarters.
The Prussians are our faithful allies who have only betrayed us three times in three years.
Our aim is no longer, as it should be, to avoid or attack the enemy, but solely to avoid General Buxhowden who by right of seniority should be our chief.
Our aim is no longer, as it should be, to avoid or attack the enemy, but solely to avoid General Buxhowden who by right of seniority should be our chief.
So energetically do we pursue this aim that after crossing an unfordable river we burn the bridges to separate ourselves from our enemy, who at the moment is not Bonaparte but Buxhowden.
He hardly crosses the river to our side before we recross to the other.
At last our enemy, Buxhowden, catches us and attacks.
Twice the marauders even attack our headquarters, and the commander-in-chief has to ask for a battalion to disperse them.
"Only our holy brotherhood has the real meaning of life, all the rest is a dream," said Pierre.
You say: join our brotherhood and we will show you the aim of life, the destiny of man, and the laws which govern the world.
Nor could I, and it cannot be seen if one looks on our life here as the end of everything.
He has not a character like us women who, when we suffer, can weep away our sorrows.
The whole world was divided into two unequal parts: one, our Pavlograd regiment; the other, all the rest.
Our army, after repeated retreats and advances and battles at Pultusk and Preussisch-Eylau, was concentrated near Bartenstein.
"Let God and our gweat monarch judge me afterwards!" said Denisov going out, and Rostov heard the hoofs of several horses splashing through the mud.
Our men have had nothing to eat for two days.
After all, can't let our men starve.
Prussian doctors have been invited here, but our allies don't like it at all.
However, I'll look up our list.
One day our Emperor gives it and next day Napoleon.
Tomorrow our Emperor will send a St. George's Cross to the bravest of the French Guards.
Our business is to do our duty, to fight and not to think!
Our business is to do our duty, to fight and not to think!
Let others--the young--yield afresh to that fraud, but we know life, our life is finished!
Your father, a man of the last century, evidently stands above our contemporaries who so condemn this measure which merely reestablishes natural justice.
"Dear Brothers," he began, blushing and stammering, with a written speech in his hand, "it is not sufficient to observe our mysteries in the seclusion of our lodge--we must act--act!
Our order should provide means to that end.
As soon as we have a certain number of worthy men in every state, each of them again training two others and all being closely united, everything will be possible for our order, which has already in secret accomplished much for the welfare of mankind.
I told him everything as best I could, and told him what I had proposed to our Petersburg lodge, of the bad reception I had encountered, and of my rupture with the Brothers.
Only the vicissitudes of life can show us its vanity and develop our innate love of death or of rebirth to a new life.
Then our talk turned to the interpretation of the seven pillars and steps of the Temple, the seven sciences, the seven virtues, the seven vices, and the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.
It seemed to me that his object in entering the Brotherhood was merely to be intimate and in favor with members of our lodge.
In the holy science of our order all is one, all is known in its entirety and life.
I wished to meditate, but instead my imagination pictured an occurrence of four years ago, when Dolokhov, meeting me in Moscow after our duel, said he hoped I was enjoying perfect peace of mind in spite of my wife's absence.
But as soon as I drew near I saw that his face had changed and grown young, and he was quietly telling me something about the teaching of our order, but so softly that I could not hear it.
In our times that is worth something, isn't it?
Yes, she is still the most beautiful of them all, our Marya Antonovna!
Today's events mark an epoch, the greatest epoch in our history, he concluded.
Our general is coming.
Now you know, Count," she said to Pierre, "even our dear cousin Boris, who, between ourselves, was very far gone in the land of tenderness..."
Do you know I have entrusted him with our secret?
Or, turning to Mademoiselle Bourienne, he would ask her in Princess Mary's presence how she liked our village priests and icons and would joke about them.
But not to speak of her alone, that early and terrible death has had the most beneficent influence on me and on my brother in spite of all our grief.
Then, at the moment of our loss, these thoughts could not occur to me; I should then have dismissed them with horror, but now they are very clear and certain.
And His will is governed only by infinite love for us, and so whatever befalls us is for our good.
He cannot endure the notion that Buonaparte is negotiating on equal terms with all the sovereigns of Europe and particularly with our own, the grandson of the Great Catherine!
Our family life goes on in the old way except for my brother Andrew's absence.
I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother.
Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease.
Well, I don't like Anna Mikhaylovna and I don't like Boris, but they were our friends and poor.
Shall we join up our packs? asked Nicholas.
We'll go to our places and won't budge.
"That's Ilagin's huntsman having a row with our Ivan," said Nicholas' groom.
A likely thing, killing a fox our dogs had hunted!
It is as if he thought my Bolkonski would not approve of or understand our gaiety.
The Egyptians believed that our souls have lived in animals, and will go back into animals again.
We all profess the Christian law of forgiveness of injuries and love of our neighbors, the law in honor of which we have built in Moscow forty times forty churches--but yesterday a deserter was knouted to death and a minister of that same law of love and forgiveness, a priest, gave the soldier a cross to kiss before his execution.
Our sovereign alone has protested against the seizure of the Duke of Oldenburg's territory, and even...
"I have read our protests about the Oldenburg affair and was surprised how badly the Note was worded," remarked Count Rostopchin in the casual tone of a man dealing with a subject quite familiar to him.
"My dear fellow, with our five hundred thousand troops it should be easy to have a good style," returned Count Rostopchin.
Can we arm ourselves against our teachers and divinities?
Look at our youths, look at our ladies!
The French are our Gods: Paris is our Kingdom of Heaven.
There now, you turned Metivier out by the scruff of his neck because he is a Frenchman and a scoundrel, but our ladies crawl after him on their knees.
And they themselves sit there nearly naked, like the signboards at our Public Baths if I may say so.
Look at our Anna Mikhaylovna--what a headdress she has on!
Dolokhov and Anatole Kuragin have turned all our ladies' heads.
It's our turn to begin.
So here are our accounts all settled, said Dolokhov, showing him the memorandum.
"That depends on our luck in starting, else why shouldn't we be there in time?" replied Balaga.
Well, comrades and friends of my youth, we've had our fling and lived and reveled.
You don't know what a plight he had to endure.
"I say, do you remember our discussion in Petersburg?" asked Pierre, "about..."
If our army is well organized and strong and has withdrawn to Drissa without suffering any defeats, we owe this entirely to Barclay.
No one was or is able to foresee in what condition our or the enemy's armies will be in a day's time, and no one can gauge the force of this or that detachment.
Armfeldt says our army is cut in half, and Paulucci says we have got the French army between two fires; Michaud says that the worthlessness of the Drissa camp lies in having the river behind it, and Pfuel says that is what constitutes its strength; Toll proposes one plan, Armfeldt another, and they are all good and all bad, and the advantages of any suggestions can be seen only at the moment of trial.
But this shall be our last separation.
He knew that this tale redounded to the glory of our arms and so one had to pretend not to doubt it.
Don't make our drawing room so wet.
And the hussars, passing along the line of troops on the left flank of our position, halted behind our uhlans who were in the front line.
To the right stood our infantry in a dense column: they were the reserve.
Higher up the hill, on the very horizon, our guns were visible through the wonderfully clear air, brightly illuminated by slanting morning sunbeams.
Our advanced line, already in action, could be heard briskly exchanging shots with the enemy in the dale.
Hardly had they reached the bottom of the hill before their pace instinctively changed to a gallop, which grew faster and faster as they drew nearer to our uhlans and the French dragoons who galloped after them.
When he had finished the Litany the deacon crossed the stole over his breast and said, "Let us commit ourselves and our whole lives to Christ the Lord!"
"Lord God of might, God of our salvation!" began the priest in that voice, clear, not grandiloquent but mild, in which only the Slav clergy read and which acts so irresistibly on a Russian heart.
Lord God of might, God of our salvation!
This foe confounding Thy land, desiring to lay waste the whole world, rises against us; these lawless men are gathered together to overthrow Thy kingdom, to destroy Thy dear Jerusalem, Thy beloved Russia; to defile Thy temples, to overthrow Thine altars, and to desecrate our holy shrines.
God of our fathers!
To Moscow, our ancient Capital!
He comes to despoil our beloved country.
We ourselves will not delay to appear among our people in that Capital and in other parts of our realm for consultation, and for the direction of all our levies, both those now barring the enemy's path and those freshly formed to defeat him wherever he may appear.
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned to her with her better spirits.
Petya stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words, "when our Fatherland is in danger."
Ah we to take Smolensk as our patte'n?
"With our business, how can we get away?" said Ferapontov.
In the regiment they called him "our prince," were proud of him and loved him.
Our troops fought, and are fighting, as never before.
If he reports that our losses were great, it is not true; perhaps about four thousand, not more, and not even that; but even were they ten thousand, that's war!
God forbid that you should make peace after all our sacrifices and such insane retreats!
It is clear that the man who advocates the conclusion of a peace, and that the Minister should command the army, does not love our sovereign and desires the ruin of us all.
Only I am sorry for the Emperor that he entrusts our fine army to such as he.
Consider that on our retreat we have lost by fatigue and left in the hospital more than fifteen thousand men, and had we attacked this would not have happened.
Tell me, for God's sake, what will Russia, our mother Russia, say to our being so frightened, and why are we abandoning our good and gallant Fatherland to such rabble and implanting feelings of hatred and shame in all our subjects?
The progress of the war was eagerly followed, and only the reports most flattering to our army were circulated.
"No, that's impossible," said he, "for our sovereign appreciated him so highly before."
Napoleon rode on, dreaming of the Moscow that so appealed to his imagination, and "the bird restored to its native fields" galloped to our outposts, inventing on the way all that had not taken place but that he meant to relate to his comrades.
"Dronushka," she said, regarding as a sure friend this Dronushka who always used to bring a special kind of gingerbread from his visit to the fair at Vyazma every year and smilingly offer it to her, "Dronushka, now since our misfortune..." she began, but could not go on.
Our prince did not order it to be sold.
I will offer them monthly rations and housing at our Moscow estate.
That is our common misfortune, and I shall grudge nothing to help you.
I am giving you everything, my friends, and I beg you to take everything, all our grain, so that you may not suffer want!
On the contrary, I ask you to go with all your belongings to our estate near Moscow, and I promise you I will see to it that there you shall want for nothing.
What does it matter to you whether our homes are ruined or not?
"Shall I call up our men from beyond the hill?" he called out.
"All our stupidity, Yakov Alpatych," came the answers, and the crowd began at once to disperse through the village.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
In the corner room at the club, members gathered to read these broadsheets, and some liked the way Karpushka jeered at the French, saying: They will swell up with Russian cabbage, burst with our buckwheat porridge, and choke themselves with cabbage soup.
The second broadsheet stated that our headquarters were at Vyazma, that Count Wittgenstein had defeated the French, but that as many of the inhabitants of Moscow wished to be armed, weapons were ready for them at the arsenal: sabers, pistols, and muskets which could be had at a low price.
Barbara Ivanovna told me today how our troops are distinguishing themselves.
Before the battle of Borodino our strength in proportion to the French was about as five to six, but after that battle it was little more than one to two: previously we had a hundred thousand against a hundred and twenty thousand; afterwards little more than fifty thousand against a hundred thousand.
The ancients have left us model heroic poems in which the heroes furnish the whole interest of the story, and we are still unable to accustom ourselves to the fact that for our epoch histories of that kind are meaningless.
Had Napoleon not ridden out on the evening of the twenty-fourth to the Kolocha, and had he not then ordered an immediate attack on the redoubt but had begun the attack next morning, no one would have doubted that the Shevardino Redoubt was the left flank of our position, and the battle would have taken place where we expected it.
In that case we should probably have defended the Shevardino Redoubt--our left flank-- still more obstinately.
So it happened that throughout the whole battle the Russians opposed the entire French army launched against our left flank with but half as many men.
Ah, I also wanted to ask you where our position is exactly? said Pierre.
Are those our men there?
Then how about our position?
I can tell you quite clearly, because I constructed nearly all our entrenchments.
There's our center, at Borodino, just there, and he pointed to the village in front of them with the white church.
Our right flank is over there"--he pointed sharply to the right, far away in the broken ground--"That's where the Moskva River is, and we have thrown up three redoubts there, very strong ones.
Yesterday our left flank was there at Shevardino, you see, where the oak is, but now we have withdrawn our left wing--now it is over there, do you see that village and the smoke?
They are bringing her, our Protectress!...
"To tell you the truth, between ourselves, God only knows what state our left flank is in," said Boris confidentially lowering his voice.
From Gorki, Bennigsen descended the highroad to the bridge which, when they had looked at it from the hill, the officer had pointed out as being the center of our position and where rows of fragrant new-mown hay lay by the riverside.
Bennigsen spoke to a general who approached him, and began explaining the whole position of our troops.
The officers gazed with surprise at Pierre's huge stout figure and listened to his talk of Moscow and the position of our army, round which he had ridden.
So you understand the whole position of our troops?
In our regiment two officers were court-martialed for that kind of thing.
He ordered us to retreat, and all our efforts and losses went for nothing.
You talk about our position, the left flank weak and the right flank too extended, he went on.
And I know that this is our last meeting!
It is essential for us; it will give us all we need: comfortable quarters and a speedy return to our country.
Let our remotest posterity recall your achievements this day with pride.
Our body is like a perfect watch that should go for a certain time; the watchmaker cannot open it, he can only adjust it by fumbling, and that blindfold....
Yes, our body is just a machine for living, that is all.
Come along with me to our knoll.
We can get a view from there and in our battery it is still bearable, said the adjutant.
The men soon accepted Pierre into their family, adopted him, gave him a nickname ("our gentleman"), and made kindly fun of him among themselves.
"Oh, she nearly knocked our gentleman's hat off!" cried the red-faced humorist, showing his teeth chaffing Pierre.
The French who had occupied the battery fled, and our troops shouting "Hurrah!" pursued them so far beyond the battery that it was difficult to call them back.
"All the points of our position are in the enemy's hands and we cannot dislodge them for lack of troops, the men are running away and it is impossible to stop them," he reported.
They are repulsed everywhere, for which I thank God and our brave army!
But when our artillery or cavalry advanced or some of our infantry were seen to move forward, words of approval were heard on all sides.
"Here it comes... this one is coming our way again!" he thought, listening to an approaching whistle in the hidden region of smoke.
"Our fire is mowing them down by rows, but still they hold on," said the adjutant.
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 study the laws of history we must completely change the subject of our observation, must leave aside kings, ministers, and generals, and study the common, infinitesimally small elements by which the masses are moved.
The activity of a commander-in-chief does not at all resemble the activity we imagine to ourselves when we sit at ease in our studies examining some campaign on the map, with a certain number of troops on this and that side in a certain known locality, and begin our plans from some given moment.
Every Russian might have predicted it, not by reasoning but by the feeling implanted in each of us and in our fathers.
She is right, but how is it that we in our irrecoverable youth did not know it?
The groom, the coachman, and the innkeeper told Pierre that an officer had come with news that the French were already near Mozhaysk and that our men were leaving it.
"Here is our commanding officer... ask him," and he pointed to a stout major who was walking back along the street past the row of carts.
"May the wounded men stay in our house?" she asked.
They can have all our half of the house.
We have a house of our own in Moscow, but it's a long way from here, and there's nobody living in it.
Really now, in our own yard--we asked them in ourselves and there are officers among them....
Our corps was stationed on a hillside.
The wounded prince: he spent the night in our house and is going with us.
It's our intended that was--Prince Bolkonski himself!
'Against God's might our hands can't fight.'
But he's sucked our blood and now he thinks he's quit of us.
When lunatics command our armies God evidently means these other madmen to be free.
Our King of Naples, who knows what's what, cried 'Bravo!'
I must tell you, mon cher," he continued in the sad and measured tones of a man who intends to tell a long story, "that our name is one of the most ancient in France."
The fire broke out alongside, and blew our way, the maid called out 'Fire!' and we rushed to collect our things.
That's it, that was our lodging.
This icon of the Venerable Sergius, the servant of God and zealous champion of old of our country's weal, is offered to Your Imperial Majesty.
The dreadful news of the battle of Borodino, of our losses in killed and wounded, and the still more terrible news of the loss of Moscow reached Voronezh in the middle of September.
We had a well-to-do homestead, plenty of land, we peasants lived well and our house was one to thank God for.
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!
They can't understand that all those feelings they prize so--all our feelings, all those ideas that seem so important to us, are unnecessary.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
Remember that you have still to answer to our offended country for the loss of Moscow.
What, outside our line?
The officer rode out beyond our lines to Echkino.
Our columns ought to have begun to appear on an open declivity to his right.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
But we, thank God, have no need to recognize his genius in order to hide our shame.
There is a band of thieves in our district who ought to be arrested by a strong force--October 11.
He could not tell them what we say now: Why fight, why block the road, losing our own men and inhumanly slaughtering unfortunate wretches?
And try as Kutuzov might to restrain the troops, our men attacked, trying to bar the road.
So according to history it has been found from the most ancient times, and so it is to our own day.
"If we don't take it tomowwow, he'll snatch it fwom under our noses," he added.
"Why, that's our Tikhon," said the esaul.
I bought a capital one from our sutler!
"Will they bring our horses or not?" thought Petya, instinctively drawing nearer to Dolokhov.
And here as in a game of blindman's buff the French ran into our vanguard.
Who has not asked himself how it is that the French were not all captured or destroyed when our three armies surrounded them in superior numbers, when the disordered French, hungry and freezing, surrendered in crowds, and when (as the historians relate) the aim of the Russians was to stop the French, to cut them off, and capture them all?
The rapidity of the Russian pursuit was just as destructive to our army as the flight of the French was to theirs.
The road the French would take was unknown, and so the closer our troops trod on their heels the greater distance they had to cover.
All the artful maneuvers suggested by our generals meant fresh movements of the army and a lengthening of its marches, whereas the only reasonable aim was to shorten those marches.
His actions--without the smallest deviation--were all directed to one and the same threefold end: (1) to brace all his strength for conflict with the French, (2) to defeat them, and (3) to drive them out of Russia, minimizing as far as possible the sufferings of our people and of our army.
We'll see our visitors off and then we'll rest.
Worse off than our poorest beggars.
"But they don't understand our talk at all," said the dancer with a puzzled smile.
So,' he says, 'we tie our faces up with kerchiefs and turn our heads away as we drag them off: we can hardly do it.
They came up to the fire, hoarsely uttering something in a language our soldiers did not understand.
It was impossible to take bread and clothes from our hungry and indispensable soldiers to give to the French who, though not harmful, or hated, or guilty, were simply unnecessary.
Now having come to the army, he informed Kutuzov of the Emperor's displeasure at the poor success of our forces and the slowness of their advance.
"It's a pleasure to talk to a man like that; he is not like our provincials," he would say.
We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins.
The higher the human intellect rises in the discovery of these purposes, the more obvious it becomes, that the ultimate purpose is beyond our comprehension.
For some reason you wish to deprive me of our former friendship.
Often, speaking with vexation of some failure or irregularity, he would say: "What can one do with our Russian peasants?" and imagined that he could not bear them.
What I want is that our children should not have to go begging.
I must put our affairs in order while I am alive, that's all.
Here is our logic.
Now our Natasha has come to life.
What I say is widen the scope of our society, let the mot d'ordre be not virtue alone but independence and action as well!
But you also say that our oath of allegiance is a conditional matter, and to that I reply: 'You are my best friend, as you know, but if you formed a secret society and began working against the government- -be it what it may--I know it is my duty to obey the government.
Of course he is right there," said Countess Mary, "but he forgets that we have other duties nearer to us, duties indicated to us by God Himself, and that though we might expose ourselves to risks we must not risk our children."
And then there are you and the children and our affairs.
What he would have approved of is our family life.
Was the will of the Russian people transferred to Napoleon in 1809, when our army in alliance with the French went to fight the Austrians?
If the animals in front are continually changing and the direction of the whole herd is constantly altered, this is because in order to follow a given direction the animals transfer their will to the animals that have attracted our attention, and to study the movements of the herd we must watch the movements of all the prominent animals moving on all sides of the herd.
Apart from that, the chief source of our error in this matter is due to the fact that in the historical accounts a whole series of innumerable, diverse, and petty events, such for instance as all those which led the French armies to Russia, is generalized into one event in accord with the result produced by that series of events.
The establishment of this simple and obvious law should be enough.
In our time the majority of so-called advanced people--that is, the crowd of ignoramuses--have taken the work of the naturalists who deal with one side of the question for a solution of the whole problem.
The subject for history is not man's will itself but our presentation of it.
Our conception of the degree of freedom often varies according to differences in the point of view from which we regard the event, but every human action appears to us as a certain combination of freedom and inevitability.
All cases without exception in which our conception of freedom and necessity is increased and diminished depend on three considerations:
The degree of our conception of freedom or inevitability depends in this respect on the greater or lesser lapse of time between the performance of the action and our judgment of it.
The farther back in history the object of our observation lies, the more doubtful does the free will of those concerned in the event become and the more manifest the law of inevitability.
That a criminal was reared among male factors mitigates his fault in our eyes.
If we have a large range of examples, if our observation is constantly directed to seeking the correlation of cause and effect in people's actions, their actions appear to us more under compulsion and less free the more correctly we connect the effects with the causes.
If we examined simple actions and had a vast number of such actions under observation, our conception of their inevitability would be still greater.
Thus our conception of free will and inevitability gradually diminishes or increases according to the greater or lesser connection with the external world, the greater or lesser remoteness of time, and the greater or lesser dependence on the causes in relation to which we contemplate a man's life.
If we examine a man little dependent on external conditions, whose action was performed very recently, and the causes of whose action are beyond our ken, we get the conception of a minimum of inevitability and a maximum of freedom.
However inaccessible to us may be the cause of the expression of will in any action, our own or another's, the first demand of reason is the assumption of and search for a cause, for without a cause no phenomenon is conceivable.
The more this field of motion spreads out before our eyes, the more evident are the laws of that movement.
We love our parents, siblings and friends.
I take my responsibility to you and our children seriously.
I think we've both had a lot on our minds lately.
Thanks, I know we can count on you, Katie, but I think she'll be more comfortable staying at our house.
I don't want you to lose anything, but you know I'd want to be with you even if we didn't have a dime to our name.
So is our relationship.
I like our relationship.
This is our home.
We all pull our own weight around here.
They might be the ones that sent the cavalry our way.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
I filled Betsy in on our hosts as we maneuvered the country roads of New England.
We were directed by a friendly voice on our GPS, a previously unused present from my retired parents.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
Betsy nodded, gave me a kiss, and trotted off to follow our hosts.
Betsy opted for wine which Quinn opened a Merlot ceremoniously, toasting our engagement.
"We didn't show you the upstairs because Howie is taking a nap in our bedroom," he continued.
He's napping in our room at the top of the stairs When I didn't comment, he continued.
Oblivious as we were at the time, this meeting of the five of us was the beginning of a relationship that fused our lives together in a way we never would have imagined.
But even old Jim has been saying things since we had our accident.
"The Rain of Stones has done much damage to our city," he said, "and we shall hold you responsible for it unless you can prove your innocence."
"Why did you wickedly and viciously send the Rain of Stones to crack and break our houses?" he continued.
We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.
I wish to meet our Sorcerer.
This is our planting-ground.
"Our people do not acquire their real life until they leave their bushes," said the Prince.
I've been picked over six years, but our family is known to be especially long lived.
We are quite solid inside our bodies, and have no need to eat, any more than does a potato.
All of our Princes and Rulers have grown upon this one bush from time immemorial.
What became of him afterward our friends never knew.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
Everything the vines touched they crushed, and our adventurers were indeed thankful to have escaped being cast among them.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
But never mind; be brave, my friends, and I will go and tell our masters where you are, and get them to come to your rescue.
Alluring brooks of crystal water flowed sparkling between their flower-strewn banks, while scattered over the valley were dozens of the quaintest and most picturesque cottages our travelers had ever beheld.
We have seen no people since we arrived, so we came to this house to enquire our way.
"That is the one evil of our country," answered the invisible man.
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
But the fishes that swim in our brooks we can see, and often we catch them to eat.
"The Valley of Voe is certainly a charming place," resumed the Wizard; "but we cannot be contented in any other land than our own, for long."
Even if we should come to unpleasant places on our way it is necessary, in order to reach the earth's surface, to keep moving on toward it.
Our greatest Champion, Overman-Anu, once climbed the spiral stairway and fought nine days with the Gargoyles before he could escape them and come back; but he could never be induced to describe the dreadful creatures, and soon afterward a bear caught him and ate him up.
You are strangers in the Valley of Voe, and do not seem to know our ways; so I will try to save you.
It is a secret the bears do not know, and we people of Voe usually walk upon the water when we travel, and so escape our enemies.
The opening in the mountain was on the side opposite to the Valley of Voe, and our travellers looked out upon a strange scene.
Mortals who stand upon the earth and look up at the sky cannot often distinguish these forms, but our friends were now so near to the clouds that they observed the dainty fairies very clearly.
Another breathless climb brought our adventurers to a third landing where there was a rift in the mountain.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
When the next company of Gargoyles advanced, our adventurers began yelling as if they had gone mad.
When Eureka's captor had thrown the kitten after the others the last Gargoyle silently disappeared, leaving our friends to breathe freely once more.
Let us examine our prison and see what it is like.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
"Young dragons, of course; but we are not allowed to call ourselves real dragons until we get our full growth," was the reply.
She has gone up to the top of the earth to hunt for our dinner.
But don't you lose heart, Jim, for I'm sure this isn't the end of our story, by any means.
Our friend Oz is merely a humbug wizard, for he once proved it to me.
Many years before you came here this Land was united under one Ruler, as it is now, and the Ruler's name was always 'Oz,' which means in our language 'Great and Good'; or, if the Ruler happened to be a woman, her name was always 'Ozma.'
These royal beasts are both warm friends of little Dorothy and have come to the Emerald City this morning to welcome her to our fairyland.
"Your Royal Highness and Fellow Citizens," he began; "the small cat you see a prisoner before you is accused of the crime of first murdering and then eating our esteemed Ruler's fat piglet--or else first eating and then murdering it.
"It was in our country that the first men and women lived," they said.
He was our most famous president.
"I think I will give them to our friends," said Cyrus.
"See the place to which we send all our enemies," they said.
And people say that fortune comes to us in our sleep.
Besides, it is not our custom to deliver goods.
But, as I came to your palace this morning, I kept saying to myself, 'When our lord Al Mansour learns just how it was that I borrowed the gold, I have no doubt that in his kindness of heart he will forgive me the debt.'
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
We never count our fish before they are caught.
Our national character is centered on optimism.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
This viewpoint seems reasonable because it is largely consistent with our everyday experience of life.
It shows us at our best and at our cruelest.
This is not a shortcoming of our imaginations but rather a simple reality.
When contemplating the future, our only point of reference is present reality.
She reasons: When we think of social networks, we are individualistic in our approach.
We post pictures, the progress of our relationship, and people can follow our "us" page.
In just eighteen months from now, we will have duplicated that again and effectively doubled our computation power.
We don't need our computers to be infinitely fast, just a whole lot faster than they are today.
Our ability to process data, move information, and make things small will progress to a point where they will not be gating factors ever again.
We all desire to leave our stamp on the world.
We are creating at a rate exponentially more than our most recent ancestors.
And in our Internet Renaissance, aren't we seeing an explosion of these same things at a spectacularly more massive scale?
But the inventors of our age have put a billion transistors on an area the size of a postage stamp.
We have a natural desire to make beautiful things and a bone-deep need to understand the world we live in and our place in it.
So we've reached an unprecedented situation in the course of human learning, which is this: The amount of data we have available has outstripped our ability to process it and turn it into knowledge.
Once we get the problem off our "to-do list" and stick it onto the computer's, we largely will be done.
That brings us back to the need to share data—and to our online example with Amazon, and our offline example with our salesperson.
But in a world where great wisdom is available to everyone, the end of ignorance will be within our grasp.
This goal is within our grasp—and with the vaccine presently priced at about thirty cents a child, shame on us for not ending polio once and for all.
We are most horrified by that which strikes closest to us and reminds us of our own mortality.
Our battles with diseases go as far back into history as we can see.
Had they had the technology of our day, I wonder what they could have accomplished.
I think it is likely that the answers to almost all our medical problems could be found in the data we may already be collecting.
Our brains weren't designed for that, which is completely fine—that's why we build computers.
We also can't hammer nails with our hands, so we invented hammers.
It is not to our discredit that machines can perform calculations so wondrously fast; rather it is to our credit that we conceived of and built such machines.
We will know how to live our lives to best maximize any and all factors.
Once this ball gets rolling, it will speed up and, because of it, we will all wake up each morning with a little extra spring in our step and sparkle in our eye.
A record of all human activity, with anonymity safeguards in place, will allow us all to become part of the solution by putting our minds to work on the problems of the world.
Our challenge is to learn how to choose the plowshares, not to abandon metallurgy.
If you and I both had our DNA sequenced and compared the output, the information would be virtually identical.
After all, we both have ten fingers, two lungs, and a tongue located in our mouth.
However, I fully expect we will learn things about the opposite—what we may do, thanks to our genes.
We cannot only see our enemy but have deconstructed it to its very core.
The first is that we all value things differently, such as in our jelly bean example.
I don't mean that in a motivational poster kind of way but in a literal sense: Failures (and what we learn from them) will help build the energy solutions for our future.
Seeing Scooby-Doo in cartoons doesn't change our expectations of canine behavior because we have so much experience with real dogs.
The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower.
Belle, our dog, my other companion, was old and lazy and liked to sleep by the open fire rather than to romp with me.
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.
Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion.
Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, neither shorter nor longer.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
I am fond of you, especially as you are the one live man among our whole set.
Kuragin, you part our hands.
Napoleon having cut our armies apart advanced far into the country and missed several chances of forcing an engagement.
I'll direct all my efforts into preparing for our new baby.
"Our children will have everything they need, but not everything they want," Alex interrupted.
"She always makes our clothes," Felipa said.
"A little," Carmen responded, "but I suppose that's natural, given our relationship.
Then, on Christmas morning when everyone is awake, we lounge around in our night clothes while we open presents.
You've seen our house.
We were on our way back.
OK, if we both pay our way - and this isn't real a date.
All our cuddling was done outside those doors.
Sometimes things happen that change our direction.
We're already late getting started on account of him and the saddle bum will probably use up another half-hour of daylight eating our food.
It must be fun to be able to ride all around freely while we're stuck in our wagons.
You couldn't find any eggs for our breakfast?
Or, we could throw our saddles on the mules and use the rest for pack animals.
But if they don't want our food, why would they follow us?
No, it wasn't our food they were after - it was mischief.
Let's give the mules a rest while I look over our back trail.
So they don't reflect the sunlight and give away our position.
We're close enough, and our camp sight will give us a little protection from the coming storm.
They'll find our tracks, won't they?
But what we do with our time after work is strictly between the two of us.
Coincidently, the starting date of our involvement is etched in my memory for an entirely different reason.
There began the intimate gathering of five distinctly different individuals, and the unique results of our brief weekend cohabitation.
Betsy and I agreed as we were eager to share our news with someone.
Each of us maintains our own apartment, but when Betsy is in town, we spend most nights together.
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
Quinn is our age but he jumped two school grades on academic excellence.
He was the best loved of all our poets.
His name is remembered in our country as that of a brave and noble man.
In the end, our fundamental challenge is to become better individuals, and technology offers little help on that front; it is up to each one of us to solve that for ourselves.
On top of the common-good projects supported with our tax dollars, almost all of us—certainly not just the wealthy—have causes we support.
This is not to the sixteenth-century Europeans' discredit or even to our credit.
To understand this problem, consider our relationship with knowledge over the centuries.
We will finally be able to build an oracle, and we will use that tool, that collection of life experiences, to optimize our own lives.
Schell regards sensors largely in terms of gameplay—but for our purposes, think of them passively logging your life.
In our modern age, people disagree not just in terms of values they apply to knowledge, but they disagree on actual pieces of knowledge.
Is it possible to tweak our genome to remove aging?
Is it possible to replace all our organs with freshly grown new ones created from our own cells?
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.
And as we have seen, understanding how we are made is certainly a huge advantage in our battle with disease.
Understanding the recipes that make our pathogenic enemies is a huge advantage.
I let our stupid house rules stand between us for a long time, but I was the one who finally broke them.
Are we going to have one of these relationships where we have to constantly prove our love to each other?
I suppose I do enjoy the work, and I try to act respectful to all our customers.
Cindy, our baby wouldn't be a burden to me even if my financial status was shaky - and it isn't.
It's our home and you're more than a sitter or maid to all of us.