I know you must be tired, so I will let you rest.
I know I'm not much account; but I'm the only horse in all the Land of Oz, so they treat me with great respect.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
The apron did not dry quickly enough to suit me, so I drew nearer and threw it right over the hot ashes.
He spoke so well that everybody was pleased.
You are so eloquent.
My school-teacher said so; and she knows a lot, Jim.
So would have I. So would have everyone.
Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning."
"I'm not so sure of that," returned Dorothy.
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
"Very good," said the Wizard; "we can all yell better than we can fight, so we ought to defeat the Gargoyles."
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.
And now the Tin Woodman arrived, his body most beautifully nickle-plated, so that it shone splendidly in the brilliant light of the room.
"So I am," replied the head.
Why is the Internet so sterilely defined?
Yes; there was land below them; and not so very far away, either.
But now, good wanderers, your luncheon is on the table, so please sit down and eat as much as you like.
"The Country of the Gargoyles is all wooden!" exclaimed Zeb; and so it was.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
The choices so wide?
Soldiers were passing in a constant stream along the street blocking it completely, so that Alpatych could not pass out and had to wait.
So I write you frankly: call out the militia.
He didn't want to go, so maybe this was his expression of resistance.
Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
So they began to ascend the stairs, Dorothy and the Wizard first, Jim next, drawing the buggy, and then Zeb to watch that nothing happened to the harness.
It carried their baggage and was useful to ride in wherever there were good roads, and since it had accompanied them so far in their travels they felt it their duty to preserve it.
So, we are told, the New Hollander goes naked with impunity, while the European shivers in his clothes.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
So he rattled on, telling all the gossip he had heard among the orderlies.
He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.
It's so warm down here.
"Maybe so," he said as he released her.
It isn't going to get any easier, so I'd better shape up.
So you want another girl.
"Yes. Uncle Bill Hugson married your Uncle Henry's wife's sister; so we must be second cousins," said the boy, in an amused tone.
When Dorothy recovered her senses they were still falling, but not so fast.
There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy laughed when she saw him.
So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.
He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making four piglets.
With this he caught up two of the piglets and pushed them together, so that the two were one.
And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one of the creatures remained.
"So did I," purred the kitten.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
In front of each place was a plate bearing one of the delicious dama-fruit, and the perfume that rose from these was so enticing and sweet that they were sorely tempted to eat of them and become invisible.
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
You are strangers in the Valley of Voe, and do not seem to know our ways; so I will try to save you.
His boney legs moved so fast they could scarcely be seen, and the Wizard clung fast to the seat and yelled "Whoa!" at the top of his voice.
The mountain before them was shaped like a cone and was so tall that its point was lost in the clouds.
The light was dim, and soon they mounted into total darkness, so that the Wizard was obliged to get out his lanterns to light the way.
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.
"I thought so," said the Wizard, with a sigh.
Here, then, I made my home; and although it is a lonely place I amuse myself making rustles and flutters, and so get along very nicely.
So they politely bade him good day, and went back to the outer cavern to resume their journey.
"And we trusted you so!" said another of the nine, reproachfully.
The group of these queer creatures which was discovered clustered near the stairs at first remained staring and motionless, glaring with evil eyes at the intruders who had so suddenly appeared in their land.
The horse had especially attracted their notice, because it was the biggest and strangest creature they had ever seen; so it became the center of their first attack.
The others picked themselves up from the ground one by one and quickly rejoined their fellows, so for a moment the horse thought he had won the fight with ease.
But the Wizard was not so confident.
Dorothy was captured in the same way, and numbers of the Gargoyles clung to Jim's legs, so weighting him down that the poor beast was helpless.
Several stories of empty rooms rewarded their search, but nothing more; so after a time they came back to the platform again.
So, if we had the wings, and could escape the Gargoyles, we might fly to that rock and be saved.
So the prisoners resolved to leave their prison at once.
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.
"No," answered the owner of the big yellow eyes which were blinking at them so steadily; "you are wrong about that.
This appeared so unexpectedly that they were unprepared to take advantage of it at first, and allowed the rocky wall to swing around again before they had decided to pass over.
The lanterns were beginning to grow dim, and the Wizard poured the remaining oil from one into the other, so that the one light would last longer.
"And so can the nine tiny piglets," added Eureka.
So he sat down upon the floor of the cave, brought the piglets out one by one, and allowed them to run around as much as they pleased.
Yes; a wicked witch enchanted her, so she could not rule her kingdom.
So Zeb unharnessed Jim, and several of the servants then led the horse around to the rear, where they selected a nice large apartment that he could have all to himself.
One wicked witch named Mombi stole him and carried him away, keeping him as a prisoner.
So, as you are now too old to wander abroad and work in a circus, I offer you a home here as long as you live.
"Ah," said the Wizard; "I'm pleased to meet so distinguished a personage."
But here comes Ozma; so I'd better hush up, for the Princess doesn't like me to chatter since she changed her name from Tip to Ozma.
Jellia at once departed on the errand, and she was gone so long that they had almost forgotten her mission when the green robed maiden returned with a troubled face.
So Dorothy ran to her room and found the kitten under the bed.
Why are you so bad?
So, if you are innocent, Eureka, you must tell the Princess how you came to be in her room, and what has become of the piglet.
So the Captain-General took Eureka from the arms of the now weeping Dorothy and in spite of the kitten's snarls and scratches carried it away to prison.
And the Woggle-Bug shall be the Public Accuser, because he is so learned that no one can deceive him.
So I intend to prove the kitten's innocence by a trick.
All the piglets are exactly alike, so no one can dispute your word.
Kittens have no consciences, so they eat whatever pleases them.
"So it did!" exclaimed Ozma.
I will confess that I intended to eat the little pig for my breakfast; so I crept into the room where it was kept while the Princess was dressing and hid myself under a chair.
Instead of keeping still, so I could eat him comfortably, he trembled so with fear that he fell off the table into a big vase that was standing on the floor.
There was no way to get the creature out without breaking the vase, so the Tin Woodman smashed it with his axe and set the little prisoner free.
Dorothy was herself anxious to get home, so she promised Eureka they would not stay in the Land of Oz much longer.
So, if you can find a way to fix it, we'll be much obliged to you.
That last evening was so delightful that the boy will never forget it as long as he lives.
"But Uncle Henry and Aunt Em need me to help them," she added, "so I can't ever be very long away from the farm in Kansas."
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
By some means, however, he learned to read; and after that he loved nothing so much as a good book.
Why the boys should drive away, Little maidens from their play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell.
The caliph laughed outright, and so did every one that heard him.
And so it was done.
She growled so loudly that the men and boys outside were frightened.
Putnam stayed in the cave so long that his friends began to be alarmed.
So he quickly finished the shoeing, and the groom hurried to lead the horse to the king.
So he spurred his horse to ride to their aid.
So he answered: No, sir.
So he went to the other hotel, where he found the vice president sitting with some friends in the parlor.
You were so bespattered with mud that I thought you were some old farmer.
And so the matter was at last settled.
The lad was so much interested in his work that he did not see the stranger.
It was the picture of a sheep, and it was drawn so well that the stranger was filled with astonishment.
"I should like to learn to do that--oh, ever so much!" he answered.
"There are few men who can draw so good a picture of a fly," he said.
There was once a painter whose name was Zeuxis. He could paint pictures so life-like that they were mistaken for the real things which they represented.
At one time he painted the picture of some fruit which was so real that the birds flew down and pecked at it.
"I am the only man in the world who can paint a picture so true to life," he said.
So he painted a beautiful picture which seemed to be covered with a curtain.
Men have told me that there is no riddle so cunning that you can not solve it.
The wreaths were so nearly alike that none of those who were with the king could point out any difference.
So he said, "Open the window!"
Not one of the bees so much as looked at those in her left hand.
So she told Benjamin to stay in the house and take care of his baby sister till she came back.
So busy was he with the drawing that he did not think of anything else.
The good woman was so overjoyed that she caught him in her arms and kissed him.
So it was decided that the boy should go to some school where he might be prepared for college.
And so they set out on their journey to Exeter.
And so we will keep the game going till it is time for school to be dismissed.
And so the fun went on until the clock showed that it lacked only ten minutes till school would be dismissed.
He wished to escape the punishment, and so he called out, "Lucy Martin!" and went proudly to his seat.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.
But tell me why you so deliberately broke the rule against whispering.
Why is the sky so blue?
And so William Jones went on reading and learning.
Cyrus was so tall and strong and handsome that his grandfather was very proud of him.
So he gave one portion to the king's officer who had taught him to ride.
The king also wondered why this man, who was his favorite, should be so slighted.
"And so he does," said the king.
Sarcas himself could not have served the king half so well.
"Didn't you ever see your father behave so?" asked the king.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
So it was arranged that the boy should travel with a small company of merchants who were going to the same place.
He had never heard of a boy with so much money as that.
So a party of soldiers led him up into the mountain and placed him on the edge of the yawning hole in the rocks.
"Divide it among the poor people who need it so badly," said some.
So they welcomed Coriolanus very kindly and made him the general of their army.
They knew that they were helpless before so strong an enemy.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
Then he sang a wonderful song, so sweet, so lively, so touching, that many of the sailors were moved to tears.
They were so astonished that they fell upon their knees before the king and confessed their crime.
At Christmas time he scattered crumbs of bread under the trees, so that the tiny creatures could feast and be happy.
They were so tame that they sat on the shoulders of St. Francis and ate from his hand.
So, do not be ungrateful, but sing His praises and thank Him for his goodness toward you.
So each one boasted of his skill in doing some sort of labor.
This answer pleased the rich man so well that he bought Aesop at once, and took him to his home on the island of Samos.
His master was so much pleased with him that he gave him his freedom.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
So, let us go on with the work that is before us.
"Do so," said Selkirk.
So they filled a small boat with the things that he would need the most--an ax, a hoe, a kettle, and some other things.
So there was always plenty of food.
So he sat down and wrote a wonderful story, which he called "The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe."
So, when he was eighteen years old, he ran away from his pleasant home and went to sea.
The poor child was so tired after his night's work that he could not keep awake.
"Since you love him so well," said the king, "I will tell you something.
So she called her two sons.
So he raised a great army and made war against other countries.
Slowly, one little step at a time, it crept up across the rough place where it had slipped and fallen so often.
The rod was bent in the middle so that it could be turned as with a crank.
The caliph was so well pleased with these jewels that he bought them and paid the merchant a large sum of money.
A year ago he was so poor that he had scarcely clothes for his back.
So I took ten gold pieces from the many that were in the bag.
It was so close to the sea that those who lived in it could hear the waves forever beating against the shore.
So he sat there trembling and afraid; for he was a timid, bashful man and did not like to be noticed.
At first he was so bewildered that he could not answer.
So Caedmon was led into the great hall of the abbey.
It must be written down so that people in other places and in other times may hear it read and sung.
So she called her clerk, who was a scholar, and bade him write the song, word for word, as it came from Caedmon's lips.
So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.
"Who is that man?" asked Gautama, "and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white?
"Who are those men, and why do their faces look so joyless?" asked the prince.
They did so, and as the flames lighted up the room, they saw their father enter with a child in his arms.
So I took him in my arms and ran home as fast as I could.
So much the better, let them look.
Yes, I think so, said Jacquot.
Please do so, your Majesty.
So I'm waiting to see him.
So they carried the tripod to the governor, and each told his story.
So the governor sent a messenger to Delphi to ask the oracle what should be done with the tripod.
So, with his own hands he carried the golden tripod to the little house where Thales lived.
And so I have brought the prize to you, friend Thales.
So the governor called two of his trusted officers and told them to carry the tripod to Priene and offer it to Bias.
I should be delighted to own so beautiful a piece of workmanship, but I know I am not worthy.
Do you expect to find any man in Corinth who deserves so rich a gift?
Chilon was so busy that the messengers had to wait several days before they could see him.
So isn't it just possible that it could end ignorance, disease, poverty, hunger, and war?
ATMs replaced human bank tellers, so they are called "Automated Teller Machines."
So when we say, "The Internet is an electronic library," this is true.
That is because they seem so far out of the daily experience of most people that they cannot conceive of how or why they would use them.
She wants to do business as a limited liability company, so she creates an LLC online for $200.
When has starting a business been so easy?
When have we seen so many fortunes made by so many so quickly?
It does so in orders of magnitude better than what came before it—libraries—but only better, not differently.
So he commissioned seven emissaries to go out to seven certain oracles around the world and on a predetermined day, let's say July 12, at a predetermined time, say 3:00 p.m.
And Croesus was so amazed that he endowed the Oracle at Delphi with all kinds of gifts and planned to run all-important questions by this oracle.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
So really, wisdom is power.
So let's raise the bar to this lofty level.
Now my expectations have changed so much that I'm annoyed everything isn't already connected to the Internet.
We are building the Internet to connect with each other better, to share information, to collaborate, to offer mutual support, and so on.
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.
We will be completely insulated from the collecting and researching of data so that we can focus entirely on turning data into knowledge.
How do these features work so well?
Over time, Amazon has achieved such scale and thus has collected so much data that their suggestions are really useful.
So the salesperson says, "If you like that suit, then come over here and try this one from Ralph Lauren."
Two hundred years later, William Rutherford thought he had calculated it to 208 digits but only got the first 152 correct, so we will give him credit that far.
So now that the task of remembering past purchases and using that information to suggest future purchases is completely transitioned to machines, it operates on a whole different scale.
That includes data you voluntarily provide so that machines make better suggestions, data it learns about you based on its prior interactions with you, and public data taken from the Internet (your age, for instance).
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
So when I knocked on the door of Jim's atelier and said, "Hey, I'm Byron Reese," he said, "Oh, Byron, come over here, I want you to meet this guy.
And if each of those billion people in turn shared a million of their life experiences, and you recorded them, you'd have an aggregate number of life experiences so large I had to look it up online.
And so we are interested in the Italian restaurants people drive across town repeatedly to frequent.
And no one is concerned or even notices much, because your association with that data is so removed from you.
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?
So how about this instead: What if I can show you a future where everyone on the planet will live in good health as long as it is possible for their body to live?
So if its person-to-person transmission can be interrupted, it truly can be eradicated from the planet.
Cowpox was a localized condition, so fresh supplies were hard to get.
And today's primary method for treating cancer is, in a way, very tenth century: Essentially, chemotherapy is a medical way of saying, Let's fill you so full of poison either you or the cancer dies.
So these doctors were perhaps just as brilliant as those who have come since.
So they repackaged the drug under the name Zyban, and it is now prescribed to smokers wanting to shake the habit.
So what do you do?
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.
So you make sure that if your population of redheads had a million people with a certain distribution of age, the distribution in your non-redhead sample is exactly the same.
What is it about them and their lives that made them live so long or so well?
If so, which genes?
Why do some people keep their mental faculties so late in life?
In the future, we'll not only know if that is so, but why: Perhaps mental agility is a result of their extensive exposure to a chemical in pencil lead and newsprint that they got by doing all those puzzles.
In 1902, an American named Walter Sutton noticed that chromosomes duplicated themselves before cells divided so that each new cell had a full copy of the chromosomes.
They had so much success with so little.
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.
So when people have excess goods, they are able to trade those goods away for things they want and suffer less of a decrease in utility than the amount they are increasing in their trading partners.
So even if no new goods were created tomorrow, we could still vastly increase the wealth of the world by allocating existing goods differently.
It already has increased both substantially and will do so dramatically more in the coming years.
Most of these people have other jobs and obligations, so without something like Etsy, they might not be able to enter into these trades.
This has no offline corollary and is economically empowering to so many people. 5. eBay and reallocating existing goods. eBay is actually a little like direct trade.
This makes business a meritocracy and encourages business owners to focus on quality, service, and reputation since these are so easy for customers to check.
I have never so much as tasted a grub worm.
By "make a car," I mean really make a car: dig iron ore out of the ground, smelt it to steel, wildcat for oil, find oil and refine it into gasoline, and so on.
So how do these things get made?
It requires the labor of thousands to make a pencil, and yet they are so inexpensive as to be almost free.
Most things come in a limited supply, so some people have a thing and others do not.
The notion of scarcity is so ingrained in us and so permeates the world today, it is difficult to imagine a world without it.
But in many areas, scarcity is so profound it has huge societal impact.
I suspect it is both; GNP rises, so we buy more energy, allowing GNP to rise so we can buy more energy.
The cost derives from the application of huge amounts of energy, intelligence, and technology to obtain and process the raw materials: digging and smelting to create high-grade steel, harvesting and refining and molding to make rubber parts, and so on.
Even more so than air!
So four million come to the earth and we only need to capture five hundred.
So is energy scarce?
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
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.
So gold isn't scarce—only the gold we know how to recover is scarce.
So hold these thoughts, as we will be returning to them.
So they threw their sabots, a kind of clog shoe, into the machinery to break it—an act that gave us the word sabotage.
Both of these have political implications, and so it is with some hesitation I bring them up.
Then, make them all soak their fingers in ice water so they are numb and work even slower, creating another thirty jobs for cold-fingered, blindfolded cotton seed removers.
So here is the situation: You are at the store deciding which ones to buy.
Your car, a ball-point pen, your computer, a dolly, and so on.
Any task that could be done a machine is, by definition, dehumanizing to a human being.
If you like having sore muscles at the end of a day or working a job that requires little of your mental capacity so you can contemplate Nietzsche, hey, more power to you.
Frankly, no one wants to do them, so the only way to get people to do them is to pay them.
Those things were never necessary for prosperity and even less so in the Internet age.
People play chess, so that object playing the Grand Master must be a person.
Seeing Scooby-Doo in cartoons doesn't change our expectations of canine behavior because we have so much experience with real dogs.
Machines are not persons and so cannot have personalities.
So, spare me your cute robots with human names.
No human can solder a billion transistors on a computer processor, so your computer needed a robot in order to be built.
Because nanites are so small, they require little in the way of raw materials, just a few molecules here and there.
Similarly, they require little power, so they either can be powered cheaply or can power themselves from their environment, with a little heat or sunlight.
Plus, they will be able to convert heat to electricity as well, so anything that heats up will become an energy source.
Let that sink in: By dividing work up among people so they could specialize, we went from bows and arrows to Apollo moon missions.
And they are so cheap as to nearly be free.
So, how many thousands of times more will this increase our productivity?
So I saw, in real dollars, the cost of computer memory fall to one one-millionth of what it was thirty years ago.
So a thousandfold increase in capacity at one-fortieth the cost is like the $50,000 Mercedes dropping to a buck and a quarter.
So why not the other components?
That could be true, but I don't think so, for reasons laid out in the chapter on scarcity.
I think no matter what, energy costs will fall dramatically in the future, probably to near zero, because the economic incentives to unlock that technical puzzle are so overwhelming.
So, will we get a thousandfold increase in other areas?
So every time I buy a can, I make $8.
So, let's say on average the pan is worth $2,000 to everyone who uses it—all the way from the people who just think it is "cool" to the people who it saves from food poisoning to the people whose lives and houses it saves.
So whether you are rich or poor in the future, you will own this pan and get this benefit.
Its walls will be moveable by a professional, so it can be redesigned in a day.
Vacationing should fall in price but requires much direct labor, so it will not fall by a thousandfold.
Look how far we have come in creating prosperity with almost no technology for so long.
Try to think of the advances we have seen so far in history as the very tip of the iceberg, a hint of what is possible, not even being within sight of what is possible.
But I expect that technology and free enterprise will take us across a threshold where things formerly regarded as scarce will not be so any more.
A poor person with a six-year-old car today has more wealth than a poor person with a six-year-old car did back in 1911, for the simple reason that cars are so much better now.
This speaks to the fabulous wealth of this country and how our expectation of material possessions has risen so fast that we have redefined poverty to include what once were deemed luxury items.
Sometimes countries simply nationalize industries, so that an enterprise once owned by a private company, often a foreign-based one, is taken over by the government or "the people."
So far we have looked at poverty and how it is redefined as societies grow richer.
Didn't Thomas Jefferson, author of the Declaration of Independence, believe the Constitution should be rewritten every twenty years so that no one was governed by a document they had no say in creating?
Then, as a nation grows wealthier, tax rates could fall in terms of percentages because the nation is making so much more money.
So you might suspect the tax rate is only 1 percent.
So think about this.
So today, you make $33,000 and pay 40 percent tax.
So, how much in taxes would you be willing to pay?
But think of it this way: Before, you made $33,000 and paid 40 percent in taxes, so you were left with $20,000 in take-home pay.
So let's say your parents bought Coca Cola stock their entire life, left it all to you, and you are able to live off the dividend payments of the stock.
So the poor will get richer, and the rich will get vastly richer.
Some become so wealthy, in fact, they can live off the interest (the productivity) of their assets, not just their own labor.
All it takes is so much wealth that it is self-sustaining—that the productivity of that wealth can support everyone.
Simply because only so many jobs can, in theory, be replaced by machines does not imply anything about the ability of the people now doing them.
And so at an early age, you took a wife, started having children, and supported yourself by farming.
So these former farmers got jobs in factories, learned to repair equipment, solved problems, became line managers, suggested improvements to processes, and got paid for their effort.
It may seem intuitive at first glance, this idea that somehow there are only so many jobs and if you replace people with machines, people have fewer jobs.
As I've already said, I believe we will be experiencing so much prosperity in the not-too-distant future that no one will have to work.
There will be so much wealth that a minimum income will be guaranteed to everyone.
So yeah, if you told them to choose between working and not working, many would choose to relax.
But as we grew up, reality set in that market forces did not allow those activities to pay enough to support us, so at some point we all figured out we had to "earn a living."
I don't think so, and I'll explain why with another thought experiment.
So the problem must be that we have stretched the planet past its ability to feed its inhabitants, right?
After this came the Great Depression, which so overwhelmed the social support structures that Americans turned to the government for help and have never turned back.
Why is civility so lacking in discussions about food, nutrition, and food policy?
Why are people so quick to vilify those on the "other side" of the issue—and why do we even think in terms of sides?
As we consider how the Internet and related technologies can end hunger, it is necessary to address the issues of food and nutrition—including why they are so divisive.
Given so many different nutritional theories and viewpoints, most people base their own nutritional philosophies on a combination of two factors: personal experience and social/political worldview.
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.
So the current frustrating situation, where so many people have such wildly divergent understandings about nutrition, will fade away.
So the current frustrating situation, where so many people have such wildly divergent understandings about nutrition, will fade away.
So, why is there hunger in the world today?
Say the poor decide they cannot compete with a modern farm, so they move to the city and get a job at a factory.
So let's say the large corn farms all have a great year and a bountiful crop comes forth.
When so many people farm and so much depends on it, innovation will happen.
Although there was cultural opposition in India to Borlaug's methods and seeds, the famine was so bad by 1965 that the government stepped in and urged the project forward.
Similarly, our agricultural processes aren't so hot.
I say we can improve things not by 20 or so percent, but by twenty times or more.
We did our own canning, especially pickles, and I picked berries every summer so my mom could make jelly.
Susie's ears had an unusual fold in the middle so they basically pointed downward.
But again, this could happen in nature, so it is hard to see how we can object to this.
Since rice is relied upon by so much of the world's poor, efforts here really can save lives.
This is exactly the kind of problem geneticists can sink their teeth into, so to speak, to make the protein in this grain digestible.
Me ordering a second helping of corn on the cob while dining at the Black Eyed Pea also increases demand for corn, but for doing so, I shouldn't stand trial for murder.
We can't naturally fly, so we make airplanes.
We can't run sixty miles in an hour, so we make cars.
We can't remember all that we hear, so we make pens and paper.
So I am not saying objections and caution are not warranted.
The United Nations World Food Programme was so inspired by this success that pilot programs for an exchange were launched in twenty-one countries.
The access to information that mobile phones are bringing virtually everywhere on the planet is helping people raise their standard of living and will do so even more dramatically in the years to come.
It was his view that "the attainment of human rights in the fullest sense cannot be achieved so long as hundreds of millions of poverty-stricken people lack the basic necessities for life."
Some might say something I consider even worse: It is inexcusable that some go hungry while you have so much.
It is better to let half of the people die so that the other half can eat their fill.
But the cost is so negligible that no one thinks much of it.
That set-up didn't turn out so well.
Food in the United States is so inexpensive as a percentage of national income that it literally is a throwaway item.
If you knew someone who was a good business partner, was fun to hang out with, but let one of his children starve to death so that he could enjoy a higher standard of living, what would be your opinion of this person?
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 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?
In this case, sooner is so much better than later.
For they cut the cheeks of the males with a sword, so that before they receive the nourishment of milk they must learn to endure wounds.
The Bulgarian king Samuel was so stricken by the sight of his mighty army staggering back home that he suffered a stroke and died two days later.
And that advance continues, as the group of rights so acknowledged keeps expanding.
I feel we have set the bar way too low and in doing so have fundamentally cheapened life, everyone's life.
Their aim, he said, was nothing less than "the lifting, from the backs and from the hearts of men, of their burden of arms and of fears, so that they may find before them a golden age of freedom and of peace."
So did de Tocqueville, touring nineteenth-century America, when he wrote that "All those who seek to destroy the liberties of a democratic nation ought to know that war is the surest and shortest means to accomplish it."
Journalist Brooks Atkinson, said: "After each war, there is a little less democracy left to save."
So realistically, we know that we either must end war, or face the prospect that war will end us.
Accountability must be at as low a level as possible, so that if government officials mess up, they answer to constituents in their locality.
So, when I tell you we will see the end of war, if you are over thirty-five years of age, you have every reason to roll your eyes and tell me you have seen this movie before and aren't up for the sequel.
So why do we choose the latter?
They like their iPods, their laptops, their cars, their tennis shoes, and so on.
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.
This is not to say that businesses are so materialistic they will favor a war to get a government contract.
You would argue that no other widget on the market can beat the C2000, no nation can ever gain widget superiority if the government just buys the C2000—and so they do.
This is simply another form of trade, so some might accuse me of double counting some of my forty-three reasons war will end.
Centuries ago, North America saw a shortage of small coins, so large ones were cut into bits to circulate as small change.
It is unprecedented for so many nations to change their form of government so quickly and peacefully.
As the number of touch points with other countries rises, so must our shared understanding of acceptable conduct.
There was a time, not so long ago, when almost everyone smoked.
Movie stars smoked and it was so cool!
This was done in large part because the two powers came so close to going to war over the Cuban Missile Crisis.
News and information that undermine their credibility or authority aren't so welcome either.
O'Neill observed that scrutiny of government had become so intense that officials never could have gotten away with that—and he was writing in the late 1980s.
So whatever trends we have observed so far are only getting started.
So whatever trends we have observed so far are only getting started.
So if a battle today were similarly costly, the proportional number of casualties would be 230,000.
So that ends my list.
So let's address it head-on: In this world of the future, do we lose our humanity?
Shakespeare remains so popular because he wrote about timeless human experiences: love and fear and envy, anger and revenge and jealousy, ambition and regret and guilt.
He went to the door but didn't see anyone so went outside to look for them.
Processing aurally was familiar to Augustine while reading silently was revelatory, so noteworthy that he wrote it in his autobiography.
That is just so alien to me.
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.
So it was natural that to earn extra money, Jason and I would buy cool, old cars we found in junkyards for a few hundred dollars apiece.
So let's take a moment and conduct a three-step evaluation.
So let's review my key points to see if they are compelling.
So technology supports quality of life (from vaccines to Volvos) and generates wealth.
As troubling as this thought is, equally troubling would be the response of the country so attacked.
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.
So will everything be great?
So, far from reaching that point the pessimists foretold—where we have exhausted the meager resources of earth and find ourselves dwindling away—something entirely different is happening.
Many of them were so tame that they would eat from my hand and let me feel them.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
She is so near to me that it almost seems indelicate to speak of her.
She was, alas, the helpless victim of my outbursts of temper and of affection, so that she became much the worse for wear.
After awhile the need of some means of communication became so urgent that these outbursts occurred daily, sometimes hourly.
Child as I was, I at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared Dr. Bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
The shade was grateful, and the tree was so easy to climb that with my teacher's assistance I was able to scramble to a seat in the branches.
It was so cool up in the tree that Miss Sullivan proposed that we have our luncheon there.
Was there ever anything so exquisitely beautiful in the world before!
She made raised maps in clay, so that I could feel the mountain ridges and valleys, and follow with my fingers the devious course of rivers.
The illustrative strings and the orange stick representing the poles seemed so real that even to this day the mere mention of temperate zone suggests a series of twine circles; and I believe that if any one should set about it he could convince me that white bears actually climb the North Pole.
It was my teacher's genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful.
It was because she seized the right moment to impart knowledge that made it so pleasant and acceptable to me.
My teacher is so near to me that I scarcely think of myself apart from her.
Little Tim was so tame that he would hop on my finger and eat candied cherries out of my hand.
But they were so happy and contented that I lost all sense of pain in the pleasure of their companionship.
So my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when I knew that my wish was at last to be realized.
It suddenly occurred to me that he might make a delightful pet; so I seized him by the tail with both hands and carried him home.
It was very difficult to walk over, the ties were wide apart and so narrow that one felt as if one were walking on knives.
The rays of the sun fell upon the trees, so that the twigs sparkled like diamonds and dropped in showers when we touched them.
So dazzling was the light, it penetrated even the darkness that veils my eyes.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
I place my hand on the hand of the speaker so lightly as not to impede its movements.
I suppose that is because so many of my impressions come to me through the medium of others' eyes and ears.
At dinner it was read to the assembled family, who were surprised that I could write so well.
I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.
But the fact remains that Miss Canby's story was read to me once, and that long after I had forgotten it, it came back to me so naturally that I never suspected that it was the child of another mind.
"There is no way to become original, except to be born so," says Stevenson, and although I may not be original, I hope sometime to outgrow my artificial, periwigged compositions.
So this sad experience may have done me good and set me thinking on some of the problems of composition.
An impish fear clutched my hand, so that I could not write any more that day.
It seemed like the "Arabian Nights," it was crammed so full of novelty and interest.
So it always is--"man only is interesting to man."
Whenever it was possible, I touched the machinery while it was in motion, so as to get a clearer idea how the stones were weighed, cut, and polished.
I could not read her lips easily; so my progress was much slower than in German.
It was very amusing but I did not like it nearly so well as "Wilhelm Tell."
I loved to have it described every time I entered it; for it was beautiful in all its aspects, and these aspects were so many that it was beautiful in a different way each day of the nine months I spent in New York.
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.
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.
For a while, indeed, I had to copy my Latin in braille, so that I could recite with the other girls.
Some of the girls learned to speak to me, so that Miss Sullivan did not have to repeat their conversation.
So Mildred stayed with me in Cambridge, and for six happy months we were hardly ever apart.
My tutor had plenty of time to explain what I did not understand, so I got on faster and did better work than I ever did in school.
The college authorities did not allow Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in American braille.
The signs, which I had so lately learned, and which I thought I knew, perplexed me.
Indeed, books have meant so much more in my education than in that of others, that I shall go back to the time when I began to read.
I think that was all; but I read them over and over, until the words were so worn and pressed I could scarcely make them out.
But we did not begin the story until August; the first few weeks of my stay at the seashore were so full of discoveries and excitement that I forgot the very existence of books.
Circumscribed as my life was in so many ways, I had to look between the covers of books for news of the world that lay outside my own.
My admiration for the Aeneid is not so great, but it is none the less real.
Still there is much in the Bible against which every instinct of my being rebels, so much that I regret the necessity which has compelled me to read it through from beginning to end.
Ruth is so loyal and gentle-hearted, we cannot help loving her, as she stands with the reapers amid the waving corn.
It seems strange that my first reading of Shakespeare should have left me so many unpleasant memories.
Oh, it was all so interesting, so beautiful!
Thus it is that Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree-top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I gave evidence of things unseen.
We went out to see the hero that had withstood so many tempests, and it wrung my heart to see him prostrate who had mightily striven and was now mightily fallen.
The squares are cut out, so that the men stand in them firmly.
The chessmen are of two sizes, the white larger than the black, so that I have no trouble in following my opponent's maneuvers by moving my hands lightly over the board after a play.
If there are children around, nothing pleases me so much as to frolic with them.
A medallion of Homer hangs on the wall of my study, conveniently low, so that I can easily reach it and touch the beautiful, sad face with loving reverence.
Mr. Jefferson let me touch his face so that I could imagine how he looked on waking from that strange sleep of twenty years, and he showed me how poor old Rip staggered to his feet.
I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
He knew so much and was so genial that it was impossible to feel dull in his presence.
He was delighted that I could pronounce the words so well, and said that he had no difficulty in understanding me.
He is never quite so happy as when he has a little deaf child in his arms.
I also knew Mr. Charles Dudley Warner, the most delightful of story-tellers and the most beloved friend, whose sympathy was so broad that it may be truly said of him, he loved all living things and his neighbour as himself.
So these selections from Miss Keller's correspondence are made with two purposes--to show her development and to preserve the most entertaining and significant passages from several hundred letters.
So they said, We must go to a new country far away and build schools and houses and churches and make new cities.
The stars are so far away that people cannot tell much about them, without very excellent instruments.
My little pigeons are well, and so is my little bird.
I am very sorry that you are going so far away.
I should like to send a kiss to Vittorio, the little prince of Naples, but teacher says she is afraid you will not remember so many messages.
I thank you very much for the beautiful story about Lord Fauntleroy, and so does teacher.
I am so glad that Eva is coming to stay with me this summer.
But I am afraid you cannot come to Tuscumbia; so I will write to you, and send you a sweet kiss and my love.
It is getting warm here now, so father is going to take us to the Quarry on the 20th of August.
I am so glad that Lester and Henry are good little infants.
I miss you so very, very much.
I know too that the tiny lily-bells are whispering pretty secrets to their companions else they would not look so happy.
I love you very dearly, because you have taught me so many lovely things about flowers, and birds, and people.
One carried me in his arms so that my feet would not touch the water.
Are you very glad that you could make so many happy?
I can hardly wait for June to come I am so eager to speak to her and to my precious little sister.
Are you very, very happy because you can make so many people happy?
All of my friends will be so surprised and glad.
I was very, very sad to part with all of my friends in Boston, but I was so eager to see my baby sister I could hardly wait for the train to take me home.
I think it is so pleasant to make everybody happy.
I am always happy and so was Little Lord Fauntleroy, but dear Little Jakey's life was full of sadness.
But now I want to tell you how glad I am that you are so happy and enjoying your home so very much.
I do not see how we can help thinking about God when He is so good to us all the time.
And so God who is the greatest and happiest of all beings is the most loving too.
So are your Father and your Mother and your Teacher and all your friends.
And so He loved men Himself and though they were very cruel to Him and at last killed Him, He was willing to die for them because He loved them so.
And so love is everything.
It gratifies me very much to find that you remember me so kindly.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
It does great credit, not only to you, but to your instructors, who have so broken down the walls that seemed to shut you in that now your outlook seems more bright and cheerful than that of many seeing and hearing children.
But I cannot see you and talk to you, so I will write and tell you all that I can think of.
The sun knows that you like to see the world covered with beautiful white snow and so he kept back all his brightness, and let the little crystals form in the sky.
I am afraid I cannot think about so much time.
His parents are too poor to pay to have the little fellow sent to school; so, instead of giving me a dog, the gentlemen are going to help make Tommy's life as bright and joyous as mine.
I think you will like them too, so I will try to write them for you.
He cannot imagine how very, very happy he will be when he can tell us his thoughts, and we can tell him how we have loved him so long.
It is very beautiful to think that you can tell so many people of the heavenly Father's tender love for all His children even when they are not gentle and noble as He wishes them to be.
Please let Bishop Brooks know our plans, so that he may arrange to be with us.
I shall be so disappointed if my little plans fail, because I have wanted for a long time to do something for the poor little ones who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
Please let me know what you think about the house, and try to forgive me for troubling you so much.
Teacher's eyes have been hurting her so that she could not write to any one, and I have been trying to fulfil a promise which I made last summer.
I enjoyed your dear letter so much!
It is because my books are full of the riches of which Mr. Ruskin speaks that I love them so dearly.
I would like to feel a parrot talk, it would be so much fun! but I would be pleased with, and love any little creature you send me.
The hotel was so near the river that I could feel it rushing past by putting my hand on the window.
I suppose you feel so, too, when you gaze up to the stars in the stillness of the night, do you not?...
Oh, I do so hope and pray that I shall speak well some day!...
You see, none of my friends describe things to me so vividly and so beautifully as he does....
I believe they gave me more pleasure than anything else at the Fair: they were so lifelike and wonderful to my touch.
It is so pleasant to learn about new things.
But they are so good natured and friendly, one cannot help liking them.
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
So it always is.
The play seemed so real, we almost forgot where we were, and believed we were watching the genuine scenes as they were acted so long ago.
It was so hard to lose him, he was the best and kindest of friends, and I do not know what we shall do without him....
They were so tame, they stood perfectly still when I handled them.
I am sure you would like to know Mr. and Mrs. Hutton, they are so kind and interesting.
I know it, and it makes me feel so happy, it has such sweet thoughts.
As I sit by the window writing to you, it is so lovely to have the soft, cool breezes fan my cheek and to feel that the hard work of last year is over!
We had looked forward to seeing you there, and so we were greatly disappointed that you did not come.
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 missed the Cape Cod train Friday morning, and so we came down to Provincetown in the steamer Longfellow.
But, however this may be, I cannot now write the letter which has lain in my thought for you so long.
There are about a hundred girls, and they are all so bright and happy; it is a joy to be with them.
They were the entrance examinations for Harvard College; so I feel pleased to think I could pass them.
But it is harder for Teacher than it is for me because the strain on her poor eyes is so great, and I cannot help worrying about them.
It is so fresh, and peaceful and free!
I ride with a divided skirt, and so does my teacher; but it would be easier for her to mount a man's wheel than for me; so, if it could be arranged to have the ladies' seat behind, I think it would be better....
But the weather and the scenery were so beautiful, and it was such fun to go scooting over the smoother part of the road, I didn't mind the mishaps in the least.
So you can well imagine how strong and brown I am....
I wish it were not such a bother to move, especially as we have to do it so often!...
I almost cried, it was all so real and tragic.
So you see, I had a foretaste of the pleasure which I hope some day to have of visiting Florence.
I would like so much to show him in some way how deeply I appreciate all that he is doing for me, and I cannot think of anything better to do.
We are all so glad and thankful that Mr. Kipling did not die!
I cannot make out anything written in my hand, so you see, Ragnhild has got ahead of me in some things.
They would not allow Teacher to read any of the papers to me; so the papers were copied for me in braille.
This arrangement worked very well in the languages, but not nearly so well in the Mathematics.
Consequently, I did not do so well as I should have done, if Teacher had been allowed to read the Algebra and Geometry to me.
Her arguments seemed so wise and practical, that I could not but yield.
The college authorities would not permit Miss Sullivan to read the examination papers to me; so Mr. Eugene C. Vining, one of the instructors at the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was employed to copy the papers for me in braille.
So you may imagine that we look quite like peacocks, only we've no trains....
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 dined with the Rogers last Friday, and oh, they were so kind to us!
We went to St. Bartholomew's Sunday, and I have not felt so much at home in a church since dear Bishop Brooks died.
Dr. Greer read so slowly, that my teacher could tell me every word.
Is it possible for the College to accommodate itself to these unprecedented conditions, so as to enable me to pursue my studies at Radcliffe?
My friends think it very strange that they should hesitate so long, especially when I have not asked them to simplify my work in the least, but only to modify it so as to meet the existing circumstances.
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 14 Coolidge Avenue, Cambridge, December 27, 1900. ...So you read about our class luncheon in the papers?
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Cambridge, February 2, 1901. ...By the way, have you any specimens of English braille especially printed for those who have lost their sight late in life or have fingers hardened by long toil, so that their touch is less sensitive than that of other blind people?
I trust that the effort of The Great Round World to bring light to those who sit in darkness will receive the encouragement and support it so richly deserves.
I will ask Dr. Hale to lend me the letter, so that I can make a copy of it for you.
You see, I use a typewriter--it is my right hand man, so to speak.
If it happens to be blue, and you tell her so triumphantly, she is likely to answer, Thank you.
Her whimsical and adventuresome spirit puts her so much on her mettle that she makes rather a poor subject for the psychological experimenter.
When a psychologist asked her if Miss Keller spelled on her fingers in her sleep, Miss Sullivan replied that she did not think it worth while to sit up and watch, such matters were of so little consequence.
This sense is not, however, so finely developed as in some other blind people.
Anything shallower than a half-inch bas-relief is a blank to her, so far as it expresses an idea of beauty.
Most blind people are aided by the sense of sound, so that a fair comparison is hard to make, except with other deaf-blind persons.
Miss Keller does not as a rule read very fast, but she reads deliberately, not so much because she feels the words less quickly than we see then, as because it is one of her habits of mind to do things thoroughly and well.
The finer traits of Miss Keller's character are so well known that one needs not say much about them.
She has not even learned that exhibition on which so many pride themselves, of 'righteous indignation.'
After thinking a little while, she added, 'I think Shakespeare made it very terrible so that people would see how fearful it is to do wrong.'
She means everything so thoroughly that her very quotations, her echoes from what she has read, are in truth original.
Her sympathy is of the swift and ministering sort which, fortunately, she has found so often in other people.
Laura Bridgman was born at Hanover, New Hampshire, December 21, 1829; so she was almost eight years old when Dr. Howe began his experiments with her.
Helen Keller became so rapidly a distinctive personality that she kept her teacher in a breathless race to meet the needs of her pupil, with no time or strength to make a scientific study.
The truth is not wonderful enough to suit the newspapers; so they enlarge upon it and invent ridiculous embellishments.
So she consented to the publication of extracts from letters which she wrote during the first year of her work with her pupil.
She has finally reached the goal for which she strove so bravely.
I tried with all my might to control the eagerness that made me tremble so that I could hardly walk.
She has none of those nervous habits that are so noticeable and so distressing in blind children.
So they were all willing to give in for the sake of peace.
There is a piazza in front, covered with vines that grow so luxuriantly that you have to part them to see the garden beyond.
When I came, her movements were so insistent that one always felt there was something unnatural and almost weird about her.
I have noticed also that she eats much less, a fact which troubles her father so much that he is anxious to get her home.
When he succeeded in forming it to suit her, she patted him on his woolly head so vigorously that I thought some of his slips were intentional.
And I don't intend that the lesson she has learned at the cost of so much pain and trouble shall be unlearned.
The word coming so close upon the sensation of cold water rushing over her hand seemed to startle her.
All the way back to the house she was highly excited, and learned the name of every object she touched, so that in a few hours she had adDED THIRTY NEW WORDS TO HER VOCABULARY.
Last night when I got in bed, she stole into my arms of her own accord and kissed me for the first time, and I thought my heart would burst, so full was it of joy.
Indeed, I feel as if I had never seen anything until now, Helen finds so much to ask about along the way.
She makes many mistakes, of course, twists words and phrases, puts the cart before the horse, and gets herself into hopeless tangles of nouns and verbs; but so does the hearing child.
Helen is a wonderful child, so spontaneous and eager to learn.
She is delighted with action-words; so it is no trouble at all to teach her verbs.
I am glad Mr. Anagnos thinks so highly of me as a teacher.
She is the dearest, cutest little thing now, and so loving!
But so far nobody seems to have thought of chloroforming her, which is, I think, the only effective way of stopping the natural exercise of her faculties.
If she could see and hear, I suppose she would get rid of her superfluous energy in ways which would not, perhaps, tax her brain so much, although I suspect that the ordinary child takes his play pretty seriously.
Her every waking moment is spent in the endeavour to satisfy her innate desire for knowledge, and her mind works so incessantly that we have feared for her health.
She will insist on having her hair put in curl papers when she is so sleepy she can scarcely stand.
She was very much excited when we went upstairs; so I tried to interest her in a curious insect called a stick-bug.
It seems as if a child who could see and hear until her nineteenth month must retain some of her first impressions, though ever so faintly.
Her mother and I cut up several sheets of printed words so that she could arrange them into sentences.
One of the leopards licked her hands, and the man in charge of the giraffes lifted her up in his arms so that she could feel their ears and see how tall they were.
She has made me repeat the story of little Red Riding Hood so often that I believe I could say it backward.
She likes stories that make her cry--I think we all do, it's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing particular to be sad about.
TOO MUCH EXPLANATION DIRECTS THE CHILD'S ATTENTION TO WORDS AND SENTENCES, SO THAT HE FAILS TO GET THE THOUGHT AS A WHOLE.
So far, her only knowledge of death is in connection with things to eat.
The simple facts would be so much more convincing!
How ridiculous it is to say I had drunk so copiously of the noble spirit of Dr. Howe that I was fired with the desire to rescue from darkness and obscurity the little Alabamian!
It is irksome because the process is so slow, and they cannot read what they have written or correct their mistakes.
The children were so pleased to see her at Sunday-school, they paid no attention to their teachers, but rushed out of their seats and surrounded us.
When the communion service began, she smelt the wine, and sniffed so loud that every one in the church could hear.
I never was so glad to get out of a place as I was to leave that church!
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!
We laughed until we cried, she was so serious about it.
It seems strange that people should marvel at what is really so simple.
It seemed all so mechanical and difficult, my heart ached for the poor little children.
Indeed, her whole body is so finely organized that she seems to use it as a medium for bringing herself into closer relations with her fellow creatures.
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.
The wounded leg soon became so much worse that the horse was suspended from a beam.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
This is especially true of her earlier lessons, when her knowledge of language was so slight as to make explanation impossible.
There were very few spots of sunshine in poor Ginger's life, and the sadnesses were so many!
Her mind works so rapidly, that it often happens, that when I give her an example she will give me the correct answer before I have time to write out the question.
It was hoped that one so peculiarly endowed by nature as Helen, would, if left entirely to her own resources, throw some light upon such psychological questions as were not exhaustively investigated by Dr. Howe; but their hopes were not to be realized.
It is impossible to isolate a child in the midst of society, so that he shall not be influenced by the beliefs of those with whom he associates.
When asked why, she answered: Because she has so many children to take care of.
Why does not the earth fall, it is so very large and heavy?
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."
Then why did He let little sister fall this morning, and hurt her head so badly?
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.
Her mind is so filled with the beautiful thoughts and ideals of the great poets that nothing seems commonplace to her; for her imagination colours all life with its own rich hues.
Miss Keller's education, however, is so fundamentally a question of language teaching that it rather includes the problems of the deaf than limits itself to the deaf alone.
So Helen Keller's aptitude for language is her whole mental aptitude, turned to language because of its extraordinary value to her.
It is true that a teacher with ten times Miss Sullivan's genius could not have made a pupil so remarkable as Helen Keller out of a child born dull and mentally deficient.
Her method might not succeed so completely in the hands of any one else.
Miss Sullivan's methods were so good that even without the practical result, any one would recognize the truth of the teacher's ideas.
The only way is to hear it, especially in a language like English which is so full of unspellable, suppressed vowels and quasi-vowels.
Teachers of the deaf often express surprise that Helen's speech is so good when she has not received any regular instruction in speech since the first few lessons given her by Miss Fuller.
In reading the lips she is not so quick or so accurate as some reports declare.
So you see what a blessing speech is to me.
So I want to say to those who are trying to learn to speak and those who are teaching them: Be of good cheer.
The reason why she read to her pupil so many good books is due, in some measure, to the fact that she had so recently recovered her eyesight.
After the first year or so of elementary work she met her pupil on equal terms, and they read and enjoyed good books together.
About the same time, in a letter to a friend, in which she makes mention of her Southern home, she gives so close a reproduction from a poem by one of her favourite authors that I will give extracts from Helen's letter and from the poem itself:
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!
Helen's mind is so gifted by nature that she seems able to understand with only the faintest touch of explanation every possible variety of external relations.
She thinks it is wonderful that two people should write stories so much alike; but she still considers her own as original.
I give below a portion of Miss Canby's story, "The Rose Fairies," and also Helen's letter to Mr. Anagnos containing her "dream," so that the likenesses and differences may be studied by those interested in the subject:
Now he found out that his father's words were true, for a few days of warm weather had turned the green balls into rosebuds, and they were SO beautiful that it was enough to make Birdie stand still before them, his blue eyes dancing with delight and his little hands clasped tightly together.
After awhile he went nearer, and looking closely at the buds, found that they were folded up, leaf over leaf, as eyelids are folded over sleeping eyes, so that Birdie thought they must be asleep.
I shall be so glad when you come home, for I greatly miss you.
Well, one day King Frost was trying to think of some good that he could do with his treasure; and suddenly he concluded to send some of it to his kind neighbour, Santa Claus, to buy presents of food and clothing for the poor, that they might not suffer so much when King Winter went near their homes.
So he called together his merry little fairies, and showing them a number of jars and vases filled with gold and precious stones, told them to carry those carefully to the palace of Santa Claus, and give them to him with the compliments of King Frost.
Still, for awhile, the frost fairies did not notice this strange occurrence, for they were down on the grass, so far below the tree-tops that the wonderful shower of treasure was a long time in reaching them; but at last one of them said, Hark!
So he called together the merry little fairies of his household and, showing them the jars and vases containing his treasures, he bade them carry them to the palace of Santa Claus as quickly as they could.
So they hid themselves among the bushes and waited silently for something to happen.
So much appears in the Volta Bureau Souvenir.
Such rich treasures must be kept in a safe place, and so she had imagined them stored in jars and vases in one part of the royal palace.
The reason that we do not observe this process in ordinary children is, because we seldom observe them at all, and because they are fed from so many sources that the memories are confused and mutually destructive.
So the master of words is master of thoughts which the words create, and says things greater than he could otherwise know.
When I awoke and found that all was dark and still, I suppose I thought it was night, and I must have wondered why day was so long coming.
There is no affectation about them, and as they come straight from your heart, so they go straight to mine.
It seems worth while, however, to quote from some of her chance bits of writing, which are neither so informal as her letters nor so carefully composed as her story of her life.
To be sure, I take the keenest interest in everything that concerns those who surround me; it is this very interest which makes it so difficult for me to carry on a conversation with some people who will not talk or say what they think, but I should not be sorry to find more friends ready to talk with me now and then about the wonderful things I read.
Its warm touch seemed so like a human caress, I really thought it was a sentient being, capable of loving and protecting me.
Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost.
History, Poetry, Mythology!--I know of no reading of another's experience so startling and informing as this would be.
Of course the vital heat is not to be confounded with fire; but so much for analogy.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
It is remarkable that we know so much of them as we do.
So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express!
The meaner sort are covered with mats which they make of a kind of bulrush, and are also indifferently tight and warm, but not so good as the former....
The Indians had advanced so far as to regulate the effect of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved by a string.
But how happens it that he who is said to enjoy these things is so commonly a poor civilized man, while the savage, who has them not, is rich as a savage?
Behold all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die.
The man who has actually paid for his farm with labor on it is so rare that every neighbor can point to him.
It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
The mason who finishes the cornice of the palace returns at night perchance to a hut not so good as a wigwam.
It is the luxurious and dissipated who set the fashions which the herd so diligently follow.
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.
I walked about the outside, at first unobserved from within, the window was so deep and high.
One large bundle held their all--bed, coffee-mill, looking-glass, hens--all but the cat; she took to the woods and became a wild cat, and, as I learned afterward, trod in a trap set for woodchucks, and so became a dead cat at last.
At length, in the beginning of May, with the help of some of my acquaintances, rather to improve so good an occasion for neighborliness than from any necessity, I set up the frame of my house.
Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?
But a man has no more to do with the style of architecture of his house than a tortoise with that of its shell: nor need the soldier be so idle as to try to paint the precise color of his virtue on his standard.
So are made the belles-lettres and the beaux-arts and their professors.
And so, if the railroad reached round the world, I think that I should keep ahead of you; and as for seeing the country and getting experience of that kind, I should have to cut your acquaintance altogether.
Men and oxen exchange work; but if we consider necessary work only, the oxen will be seen to have greatly the advantage, their farm is so much the larger.
However, I should never have broken a horse or bull and taken him to board for any work he might do for me, for fear I should become a horseman or a herdsman merely; and if society seems to be the gainer by so doing, are we certain that what is one man's gain is not another's loss, and that the stable-boy has equal cause with his master to be satisfied?
To what end, pray, is so much stone hammered?
It was fit that I should live on rice, mainly, who love so well the philosophy of India.
None is so poor that he need sit on a pumpkin.
However, when I have thought to indulge myself in this respect, and lay their Heaven under an obligation by maintaining certain poor persons in all respects as comfortably as I maintain myself, and have even ventured so far as to make them the offer, they have one and all unhesitatingly preferred to remain poor.
While my townsmen and women are devoted in so many ways to the good of their fellows, I trust that one at least may be spared to other and less humane pursuits.
There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.
Often the poor man is not so cold and hungry as he is dirty and ragged and gross.
You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; maybe you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.
If anything ail a man, so that he does not perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels even--for that is the seat of sympathy--he forthwith sets about reforming--the world.
I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail.
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms--the refusal was all I wanted--but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them.
This frame, so slightly clad, was a sort of crystallization around me, and reacted on the builder.
It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather.
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do.
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.
And every few years a new lot is laid down and run over; so that, if some have the pleasure of riding on a rail, others have the misfortune to be ridden upon.
Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches today to save nine tomorrow.
The penny-post is, commonly, an institution through which you seriously offer a man that penny for his thoughts which is so often safely offered in jest.
Why so seeming fast, but deadly slow?
I think that the richest vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining-rod and thin rising vapors I judge; and here I will begin to mine.
The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision.
Or suppose he comes from reading a Greek or Latin classic in the original, whose praises are familiar even to the so-called illiterate; he will find nobody at all to speak to, but must keep silence about it.
They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.
As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nest.
It was worth the while to see the sun shine on these things, and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting most familiar objects look out of doors than in the house.
Nor is there any man so independent on his farm that he can say them nay.
To do things "railroad fashion" is now the byword; and it is worth the while to be warned so often and so sincerely by any power to get off its track.
Who can write so graphically the history of the storms they have weathered as these rents have done?
Here goes lumber from the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar--first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou.
If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and, being good for the grass, it would be good for me.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton--or Bright-town--which place he would reach some time in the morning.
Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.
It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned.
So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone.
I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself.
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.
One inconvenience I sometimes experienced in so small a house, the difficulty of getting to a sufficient distance from my guest when we began to utter the big thoughts in big words.
In my house we were so near that we could not begin to hear--we could not speak low enough to be heard; as when you throw two stones into calm water so near that they break each other's undulations.
So easy is it, though many housekeepers doubt it, to establish new and better customs in the place of the old.
They had nothing to eat themselves, and they were wiser than to think that apologies could supply the place of food to their guests; so they drew their belts tighter and said nothing about it.
I had withdrawn so far within the great ocean of solitude, into which the rivers of society empty, that for the most part, so far as my needs were concerned, only the finest sediment was deposited around me.
He was so genuine and unsophisticated that no introduction would serve to introduce him, more than if you introduced a woodchuck to your neighbor.
He was so simply and naturally humble--if he can be called humble who never aspires--that humility was no distinct quality in him, nor could he conceive of it.
If you told him that such a one was coming, he did as if he thought that anything so grand would expect nothing of himself, but take all the responsibility on itself, and let him be forgotten still.
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.
Indeed, I found some of them to be wiser than the so-called overseers of the poor and selectmen of the town, and thought it was time that the tables were turned.
The Lord had made him so, yet he supposed the Lord cared as much for him as for another.
I have rarely met a fellowman on such promising ground--it was so simple and sincere and so true all that he said.
What was the meaning of this so steady and self-respecting, this small Herculean labor, I knew not.
I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted.
They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.
It was the only open and cultivated field for a great distance on either side of the road, so they made the most of it; and sometimes the man in the field heard more of travellers' gossip and comment than was meant for his ear: "Beans so late! peas so late!"--for I continued to plant when others had begun to hoe--the ministerial husbandman had not suspected it.
Fellow-travellers as they rattled by compared it aloud with the fields which they had passed, so that I came to know how I stood in the agricultural world.
Mine was, as it were, the connecting link between wild and cultivated fields; as some states are civilized, and others half-civilized, and others savage or barbarous, so my field was, though not in a bad sense, a half-cultivated field.
But this was not corn, and so it was safe from such enemies as he.
But why should not the New Englander try new adventures, and not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his orchards--raise other crops than these?
Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men?
This broad field which I have looked at so long looks not to me as the principal cultivator, but away from me to influences more genial to it, which water and make it green.
As I walked in the woods to see the birds and squirrels, so I walked in the village to see the men and boys; instead of the wind among the pines I heard the carts rattle.
I observed that the vitals of the village were the grocery, the bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and, as a necessary part of the machinery, they kept a bell, a big gun, and a fire-engine, at convenient places; and the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting one another, so that every traveller had to run the gauntlet, and every man, woman, and child might get a lick at him.
I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is.
The water is so transparent that the bottom can easily be discerned at the depth of twenty-five or thirty feet.
Making another hole directly over it with an ice chisel which I had, and cutting down the longest birch which I could find in the neighborhood with my knife, I made a slip-noose, which I attached to its end, and, letting it down carefully, passed it over the knob of the handle, and drew it by a line along the birch, and so pulled the axe out again.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
Moreover, in summer, Walden never becomes so warm as most water which is exposed to the sun, on account of its depth.
In the warmest weather I usually placed a pailful in my cellar, where it became cool in the night, and remained so during the day; though I also resorted to a spring in the neighborhood.
The forest has never so good a setting, nor is so distinctly beautiful, as when seen from the middle of a small lake amid hills which rise from the water's edge; for the water in which it is reflected not only makes the best foreground in such a case, but, with its winding shore, the most natural and agreeable boundary to it.
Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth.
But suddenly the dimples ceased, for they were produced by the perch, which the noise of my oars had seared into the depths, and I saw their schools dimly disappearing; so I spent a dry afternoon after all.
The hills which form its shores are so steep, and the woods on them were then so high, that, as you looked down from the west end, it had the appearance of an amphitheatre for some land of sylvan spectacle.
Moreover, the waves, I suspect, do not so much construct as wear down a material which has already acquired consistency.
They are so much alike that you would say they must be connected under ground.
It was about a foot in diameter at the big end, and he had expected to get a good saw-log, but it was so rotten as to be fit only for fuel, if for that.
The shower was now over, and a rainbow above the eastern woods promised a fair evening; so I took my departure.
It is a faint intimation, yet so are the first streaks of morning.
It appeared more beautiful to live low and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far enough to please my imagination.
I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
If I knew so wise a man as could teach me purity I would go to seek him forthwith.
We are so degraded that we cannot speak simply of the necessary functions of human nature.
I have not heard so much as a locust over the sweet-fern these three hours.
If I should soon bring this meditation to an end, would another so sweet occasion be likely to offer?
So perfect is this instinct, that once, when I had laid them on the leaves again, and one accidentally fell on its side, it was found with the rest in exactly the same position ten minutes afterward.
It is said that when hatched by a hen they will directly disperse on some alarm, and so are lost, for they never hear the mother's call which gathers them again.
Once I was surprised to see a cat walking along the stony shore of the pond, for they rarely wander so far from home.
But now the kind October wind rises, rustling the leaves and rippling the surface of the water, so that no loon can be heard or seen, though his foes sweep the pond with spy-glasses, and make the woods resound with their discharges.
If I endeavored to overtake him in a boat, in order to see how he would manoeuvre, he would dive and be completely lost, so that I did not discover him again, sometimes, till the latter part of the day.
He manoeuvred so cunningly that I could not get within half a dozen rods of him.
But why, after displaying so much cunning, did he invariably betray himself the moment he came up by that loud laugh?
I could commonly hear the splash of the water when he came up, and so also detected him.
Though the sky was by this time overcast, the pond was so smooth that I could see where he broke the surface when I did not hear him.
So butchers rake the tongues of bison out of the prairie grass, regardless of the torn and drooping plant.
Like the wasps, before I finally went into winter quarters in November, I used to resort to the northeast side of Walden, which the sun, reflected from the pitch pine woods and the stony shore, made the fireside of the pond; it is so much pleasanter and wholesomer to be warmed by the sun while you can be, than by an artificial fire.
My bricks, being second-hand ones, required to be cleaned with a trowel, so that I learned more than usual of the qualities of bricks and trowels.
However that may be, I was struck by the peculiar toughness of the steel which bore so many violent blows without being worn out.
The north wind had already begun to cool the pond, though it took many weeks of steady blowing to accomplish it, it is so deep.
My house never pleased my eye so much after it was plastered, though I was obliged to confess that it was more comfortable.
Cato says, the master of a family (patremfamilias) must have in his rustic villa "cellam oleariam, vinariam, dolia multa, uti lubeat caritatem expectare, et rei, et virtuti, et gloriae erit," that is, "an oil and wine cellar, many casks, so that it may be pleasant to expect hard times; it will be for his advantage, and virtue, and glory."
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.
But these within the ice are not so numerous nor obvious as those beneath.
The new ice had formed around and under the bubble, so that it was included between the two ices.
As my driver prophesied when I was plowing, they warmed me twice--once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire, so that no fuel could give out more heat.
But my house occupied so sunny and sheltered a position, and its roof was so low, that I could afford to let the fire go out in the middle of almost any winter day.
The next winter I used a small cooking-stove for economy, since I did not own the forest; but it did not keep fire so well as the open fireplace.
At first we thought to throw a frog-pond on to it; but concluded to let it burn, it was so far gone and so worthless.
I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.
He died in the road at the foot of Brister's Hill shortly after I came to the woods, so that I have not remembered him as a neighbor.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
When I crossed Flint's Pond, after it was covered with snow, though I had often paddled about and skated over it, it was so unexpectedly wide and so strange that I could think of nothing but Baffin's Bay.
They were so familiar that at length one alighted on an armful of wood which I was carrying in, and pecked at the sticks without fear.
Oh, he got worms out of rotten logs since the ground froze, and so he caught them.
The perch swallows the grub-worm, the pickerel swallows the perch, and the fisher-man swallows the pickerel; and so all the chinks in the scale of being are filled.
I fathomed it easily with a cod-line and a stone weighing about a pound and a half, and could tell accurately when the stone left the bottom, by having to pull so much harder before the water got underneath to help me.
This is a remarkable depth for so small an area; yet not an inch of it can be spared by the imagination.
A factory-owner, hearing what depth I had found, thought that it could not be true, for, judging from his acquaintance with dams, sand would not lie at so steep an angle.
But the deepest ponds are not so deep in proportion to their area as most suppose, and, if drained, would not leave very remarkable valleys.
They are not like cups between the hills; for this one, which is so unusually deep for its area, appears in a vertical section through its centre not deeper than a shallow plate.
William Gilpin, who is so admirable in all that relates to landscapes, and usually so correct, standing at the head of Loch Fyne, in Scotland, which he describes as "a bay of salt water, sixty or seventy fathoms deep, four miles in breadth," and about fifty miles long, surrounded by mountains, observes, "If we could have seen it immediately after the diluvian crash, or whatever convulsion of nature occasioned it, before the waters gushed in, what a horrid chasm must it have appeared!
So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters.
So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters.
So much for the increased horrors of the chasm of Loch Fyne when emptied.
So, probably, the depth of the ocean will be found to be very inconsiderable compared with its breadth.
So the hollows about this pond will, sometimes, in the winter, be filled with a greenish water somewhat like its own, but the next day will have frozen blue.
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.
This pond has no stream passing through it to melt or wear away the ice.
I never knew it to open in the course of a winter, not excepting that of '52-3, which gave the ponds so severe a trial.
This difference of three and a half degrees between the temperature of the deep water and the shallow in the latter pond, and the fact that a great proportion of it is comparatively shallow, show why it should break up so much sooner than Walden.
So, also, every one who has waded about the shores of the pond in summer must have perceived how much warmer the water is close to the shore, where only three or four inches deep, than a little distance out, and on the surface where it is deep, than near the bottom.
Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow water is being warmed more rapidly than the deep, though it may not be made so warm after all, and every evening it is being cooled more rapidly until the morning.
Who would have suspected so large and cold and thick-skinned a thing to be so sensitive?
So the alligator comes out of the mud with quakings of the earth.
It was a warm day, and he was surprised to see so great a body of ice remaining.
No wonder that the earth expresses itself outwardly in leaves, it so labors with the idea inwardly.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
The pitch pines and shrub oaks about my house, which had so long drooped, suddenly resumed their several characters, looked brighter, greener, and more erect and alive, as if effectually cleansed and restored by the rain.
So I came in, and shut the door, and passed my first spring night in the woods.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts.
The sulphur-like pollen of the pitch pine soon covered the pond and the stones and rotten wood along the shore, so that you could have collected a barrelful.
And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.
Is Franklin the only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him?
He declared that "a soldier who fights in the ranks does not require half so much courage as a footpad"--"that honor and religion have never stood in the way of a well-considered and a firm resolve."
It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, and so helped to keep it open.
The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels.
It is a ridiculous demand which England and America make, that you shall speak so that they can understand you.
While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally?
No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth.
It is not so bad as you are.
Do not seek so anxiously to be developed, to subject yourself to many influences to be played on; it is all dissipation.
"So it has," answered the latter, "but you have not got half way to it yet."
So it is with the bogs and quicksands of society; but he is an old boy that knows it.
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction--a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse.
So will help you God, and so only.
So will help you God, and so only.
It is not desirable to cultivate a respect for the law, so much as for the right.
A very few, as heroes, patriots, martyrs, reformers in the great sense, and men, serve the state with their consciences also, and so necessarily resist it for the most part; and they are commonly treated as enemies by it.
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.
It is not so important that many should be as good as you, as that there be some absolute goodness somewhere; for that will leaven the whole lump.
But no: I find that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted from his position, and despairs of his country, when his country has more reason to despair of him.
If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man.
But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time to lock up"; and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their steps returning into the hollow apartments.
As near as I could discover, he had probably gone to bed in a barn when drunk, and smoked his pipe there; and so a barn was burnt.
Soon after he was let out to work at haying in a neighboring field, whither he went every day, and would not be back till noon; so he bade me good-day, saying that he doubted if he should see me again.
Statesmen and legislators, standing so completely within the institution, never distinctly and nakedly behold it.
Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes.
Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly.
"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess.
Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty.
It was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them.
May I? he added in a low voice so as not to disturb the vicomte who was continuing his story.
Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the society of clever women.
"Bonaparte has said so," remarked Prince Andrew with a sarcastic smile.
The vicomte who was meeting him for the first time saw clearly that this young Jacobin was not so terrible as his words suggested.
Everyone waited, so emphatically and eagerly did he demand their attention to his story.
Though it was unintelligible why he had told it, or why it had to be told in Russian, still Anna Pavlovna and the others appreciated Prince Hippolyte's social tact in so agreeably ending Pierre's unpleasant and unamiable outburst.
"I am very glad I did not go to the ambassador's," said Prince Hippolyte "-so dull-.
Prince Andrew's eyes were closed, so weary and sleepy did he seem.
Excuse me for saying so, but you have no sense about women.
I can't understand why he wants to go to the war, replied Pierre, addressing the princess with none of the embarrassment so commonly shown by young men in their intercourse with young women.
He is so well known, so much appreciated by everyone.
He is so well received everywhere.
I have long wanted to ask you, Andrew, why you have changed so to me?
It seems so to you because...
I assure you I myself have experienced... and so... because...
It suits you so badly--all this debauchery, dissipation, and the rest of it!
Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache, so that his mouth, the most striking feature of his face, was clearly seen.
"Why is it so long?" thought Pierre.
They seized him by his arms; but he was so strong that everyone who touched him was sent flying.
She is so affected.
The conversation was on the chief topic of the day: the illness of the wealthy and celebrated beau of Catherine's day, Count Bezukhov, and about his illegitimate son Pierre, the one who had behaved so improperly at Anna Pavlovna's reception.
"I am so sorry for the poor count," said the visitor.
"You don't say so!" replied the countess.
And he was said to be so well educated and clever.
"Why do you say this young man is so rich?" asked the countess, turning away from the girls, who at once assumed an air of inattention.
"So do come and dine with us!" he said.
It was evident that she had not intended her flight to bring her so far.
"Ah yes, my dear," said the count, addressing the visitor and pointing to Nicholas, "his friend Boris has become an officer, and so for friendship's sake he is leaving the university and me, his old father, and entering the military service, my dear.
Especially just at this age, so dangerous both for girls and boys.
Well, if you do, so much the better, and you can go back to her!
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
After receiving her visitors, the countess was so tired that she gave orders to admit no more, but the porter was told to be sure to invite to dinner all who came "to congratulate."
That's why I so value your friendship.
"Vera," she said to her eldest daughter who was evidently not a favorite, "how is it you have so little tact?
You came rushing into the drawing room so that everyone felt ashamed of you.
He was so kind.
He said to me, 'I am sorry I can do so little for you, dear Princess.
"I often think, though, perhaps it's a sin," said the princess, "that here lives Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov so rich, all alone... that tremendous fortune... and what is his life worth?
These rich grandees are so selfish.
Remember that, my dear, and be nice to him, as you so well know how to be.
And I should so like to thank Uncle once for all his kindness to me and Boris.
It can make things no worse, and it is absolutely necessary to prepare him if he is so ill.
One has so many relatives in Moscow!
So you are Boris?
"So it does," thought Pierre.
"And so you think Napoleon will manage to get an army across?" asked Boris with a smile.
He is so rich, and we are so poor!
One would not know him, he is so ill!
* So that squares matters.
But all he said was so prettily sedate, and the naivete of his youthful egotism was so obvious, that he disarmed his hearers.
At the ladies' end an even chatter of voices was heard all the time, at the men's end the voices sounded louder and louder, especially that of the colonel of hussars who, growing more and more flushed, ate and drank so much that the count held him up as a pattern to the other guests.
God is my witness," and she made the sign of the cross, "I love her so much, and all of you, only Vera...
And he is so clever and so good! said Natasha.
"Do you know, that fat Pierre who sat opposite me is so funny!" said Natasha, stopping suddenly.
I feel so happy!
They now, stretching themselves after sitting so long, and replacing their purses and pocketbooks, entered the ballroom.
So he may have something to drink?
She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.
I am so terrified.
"If you do not understand these sentiments," he seemed to be saying, "so much the worse for you!"
She evidently felt unable to look at him without laughing, but could not resist looking at him: so to be out of temptation she slipped quietly behind one of the columns.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
Pierre, carefully stretching his neck so as not to touch the quilt, followed her suggestion and pressed his lips to the large boned, fleshy hand.
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
She tried to pass Anna Mikhaylovna, but the latter sprang so as to bar her path.
"I know, my dear, kind princess," said Anna Mikhaylovna, seizing the portfolio so firmly that it was plain she would not let go easily.
I think he will not be out of place in a family consultation; is it not so, Prince?
"Why don't you speak, cousin?" suddenly shrieked the princess so loud that those in the drawing room heard her and were startled.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
With those about him, from his daughter to his serfs, the prince was sharp and invariably exacting, so that without being a hardhearted man he inspired such fear and respect as few hardhearted men would have aroused.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
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.
The princess pondered awhile with a thoughtful smile and her luminous eyes lit up so that her face was entirely transformed.
So you still love me, my romantic Julie?
So young, and burdened with such riches--to what temptations he will be exposed!
"So you are really going to the war, Andrew?" she said sighing.
You know me: I am busy from morning till night and abstemious, so of course I am well.
He explained how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the French from different sides.
Prince Andrew, looking again at that genealogical tree, shook his head, laughing as a man laughs who looks at a portrait so characteristic of the original as to be amusing.
Suvorov couldn't manage them so what chance has Michael Kutuzov?
No, my dear boy," he continued, "you and your generals won't get on against Buonaparte; you'll have to call in the French, so that birds of a feather may fight together.
He listened, refraining from a reply, and involuntarily wondered how this old man, living alone in the country for so many years, could know and discuss so minutely and acutely all the recent European military and political events.
"Dieu sait quand reviendra..." hummed the prince out of tune and, with a laugh still more so, he quitted the table.
"Oh, he is so kind!" answered Princess Mary.
You have changed so, Andrusha, she added, as if to explain such a question.
She was so tired that she has fallen asleep on the sofa in my room.
I have grown so fond of her.
Don't forget that she has grown up and been educated in society, and so her position now is not a rosy one.
As Sterne says: 'We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them.'
And I am so contented and happy with him.
I don't understand how a man of his immense intellect can fail to see what is as clear as day, and can go so far astray.
She is so sweet, so good- natured, and her position now is a very hard one.
Know this, Masha: I can't reproach, have not reproached, and never shall reproach my wife with anything, and I cannot reproach myself with anything in regard to her; and that always will be so in whatever circumstances I may be placed.
But why this is so I don't know...
It was an autumn night, so dark that the coachman could not see the carriage pole.
And he went on writing, so that his quill spluttered and squeaked.
He spoke so rapidly that he did not finish half his words, but his son was accustomed to understand him.
So remember, these are my memoirs; hand them to the Emperor after my death.
With this object he intended to meet the regiment; so the worse the condition it was in, the better pleased the commander- in-chief would be.
"A cup of vodka for the men from me," he added so that the soldiers could hear.
And so he is!
And believe me on my honour that to me personally it would be a pleasure to hand over the supreme command of the army into the hands of a better informed and more skillful general--of whom Austria has so many--and to lay down all this heavy responsibility.
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.
But among these people Prince Andrew knew how to take his stand so that they respected and even feared him.
"Why are you so glum?" asked Nesvitski noticing Prince Andrew's pale face and glittering eyes.
Nesvitski and Zherkov were so surprised by this outburst that they gazed at Bolkonski silently with wide-open eyes.
So that if it is not so, then...
So that if it is not so, then...
Well, have it so, and you talked a lot of nonsense to him and must apologize.
"So they will," said Nesvitski.
"Yes, so it is, so it is," said the general angrily, lowering the field glass and shrugging his shoulders, "so it is!
It seemed to Rostov that Bogdanich was only pretending not to notice him, and that his whole aim now was to test the cadet's courage, so he drew himself up and looked around him merrily; then it seemed to him that Bogdanich rode so near in order to show him his courage.
He was afraid of falling behind the hussars, so much afraid that his heart stood still.
"He shouldn't have taken so many men," said the officer of the suite.
So you've smelt powdah! shouted Vaska Denisov just above his ear.
To be so sent meant not only a reward but an important step toward promotion.
Then he began to imagine that the Russians were running away and that he himself was killed, but he quickly roused himself with a feeling of joy, as if learning afresh that this was not so but that on the contrary the French had run away.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
So you're a messenger of victory, eh?
These sayings were prepared in the inner laboratory of his mind in a portable form as if intentionally, so that insignificant society people might carry them from drawing room to drawing room.
So don't be surprised if not only the Minister of War but also his Most August Majesty the Emperor and King Francis is not much delighted by your victory.
The bigwigs here think so too, but they daren't say so.
When had he left Krems? and so on.
Why, the French have crossed the bridge that Auersperg was defending, and the bridge was not blown up: so Murat is now rushing along the road to Brunn and will be here in a day or two.
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.
He lets them enter the tÃªte-de-pont. * They spin him a thousand gasconades, saying that the war is over, that the Emperor Francis is arranging a meeting with Bonaparte, that they desire to see Prince Auersperg, and so on.
The road was so obstructed with carts that it was impossible to get by in a carriage.
"One can't write so fast, your honor," said the clerk, glancing angrily and disrespectfully at Kozlovski.
Prince Andrew stood right in front of Kutuzov but the expression of the commander in chief's one sound eye showed him to be so preoccupied with thoughts and anxieties as to be oblivious of his presence.
"Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.
Inform him that the general who signed that capitulation had no right to do so, and that no one but the Emperor of Russia has that right.
Prince Andrew, without replying, asked the prince's permission to ride round the position to see the disposition of the forces, so as to know his bearings should he be sent to execute an order.
So the swishing sound of the strokes, and the desperate but unnatural screams, continued.
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.
Ouh! ouh! came peals of such healthy and good-humored laughter from the soldiers that it infected the French involuntarily, so much so that the only thing left to do seemed to be to unload the muskets, explode the ammunition, and all return home as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from the shed, and its tone was so sincere that he could not but listen.
"So that's what they hit with?" asked the accountant.
The staff officer joined in the colonel's appeals, but Bagration did not reply; he only gave an order to cease firing and re-form, so as to give room for the two approaching battalions.
Several of our men fell, among them the round-faced officer who had marched so gaily and complacently.
Having reached the left flank, instead of going to the front where the firing was, he began to look for the general and his staff where they could not possibly be, and so did not deliver the order.
"He higher iss dan I in rank," said the German colonel of the hussars, flushing and addressing an adjutant who had ridden up, "so let him do what he vill, but I cannot sacrifice my hussars...
Vill you be so goot to come to ze front and see dat zis position iss no goot?
"If only they would be quick!" thought Rostov, feeling that at last the time had come to experience the joy of an attack of which he had so often heard from his fellow hussars.
"Let anyone come my way now," thought Rostov driving his spurs into Rook and letting him go at a full gallop so that he outstripped the others.
"Where, on which side, was now the line that had so sharply divided the two armies?" he asked himself and could not answer.
Me whom everyone is so fond of?
The foremost Frenchman, the one with the hooked nose, was already so close that the expression of his face could be seen.
And the excited, alien face of that man, his bayonet hanging down, holding his breath, and running so lightly, frightened Rostov.
One soldier, in his fear, uttered the senseless cry, "Cut off!" that is so terrible in battle, and that word infected the whole crowd with a feeling of panic.
Despite his desperate shouts that used to seem so terrible to the soldiers, despite his furious purple countenance distorted out of all likeness to his former self, and the flourishing of his saber, the soldiers all continued to run, talking, firing into the air, and disobeying orders.
Amid the smoke, deafened by the incessant reports which always made him jump, Tushin not taking his pipe from his mouth ran from gun to gun, now aiming, now counting the charges, now giving orders about replacing dead or wounded horses and harnessing fresh ones, and shouting in his feeble voice, so high pitched and irresolute.
They were both so busy as to seem not to notice one another.
It had grown so dark that one could not distinguish the uniforms ten paces off, and the firing had begun to subside.
The general had so wished to do this and was so sorry he had not managed to do it that it seemed to him as if it had really happened.
"How was it a gun was abandoned?" asked Bagration, frowning, not so much at the captain as at those who were laughing, among whom Zherkov laughed loudest.
It was all so strange, so unlike what he had hoped.
That affair was the same thing as this soldier with the harsh voice, and it was that affair and this soldier that were so agonizingly, incessantly pulling and pressing his arm and always dragging it in one direction.
He sighed and, doing so, groaned involuntarily.
Pierre, on unexpectedly becoming Count Bezukhov and a rich man, felt himself after his recent loneliness and freedom from cares so beset and preoccupied that only in bed was he able to be by himself.
He was always hearing such words as: "With your remarkable kindness," or, "With your excellent heart," "You are yourself so honorable Count," or, "Were he as clever as you," and so on, till he began sincerely to believe in his own exceptional kindness and extraordinary intelligence, the more so as in the depth of his heart it had always seemed to him that he really was very kind and intelligent.
Touched that this statuesque princess could so change, Pierre took her hand and begged her forgiveness, without knowing what for.
It seemed so natural to Pierre that everyone should like him, and it would have seemed so unnatural had anyone disliked him, that he could not but believe in the sincerity of those around him.
Even if Anna Pavlovna did not say so, he could see that she wished to and only refrained out of regard for his modesty.
For so young a girl, such tact, such masterly perfection of manner!
Pierre was so used to that smile, and it had so little meaning for him, that he paid no attention to it.
So you have never noticed before how beautiful I am?
And you are still so young.
He had arranged this for himself so as to visit his neglected estates at the same time and pick up his son Anatole where his regiment was stationed, and take him to visit Prince Nicholas Bolkonski in order to arrange a match for him with the daughter of that rich old man.
She says little, but what she does say is always clear and simple, so she is not stupid.
She never was abashed and is not abashed now, so she cannot be a bad woman!
The wax candles burned brightly, the silver and crystal gleamed, so did the ladies' toilets and the gold and silver of the men's epaulets; servants in scarlet liveries moved round the table, the clatter of plates, knives, and glasses mingled with the animated hum of several conversations.
"Well, and so he never got farther than: 'Sergey Kuzmich'?" asked one of the ladies.
"So it is all finished!" he thought.
They are all expecting it, they are so sure that it will happen that I cannot, I cannot, disappoint them.
"But no doubt it always is and must be so!" he consoled himself.
So why should I not stay at his house?
Then it would suddenly seem to him that it was not she but he was so unusually beautiful, and that that was why they all looked so at him, and flattered by this general admiration he would expand his chest, raise his head, and rejoice at his good fortune.
But Pierre was so absorbed that he did not understand what was said.
Prince Vasili gave him a look of stern inquiry, as though what Pierre had just said was so strange that one could not take it in.
His face was so unusually triumphant that Pierre rose in alarm on seeing it.
"So we are to have visitors, mon prince?" remarked Mademoiselle Bourienne, unfolding her white napkin with her rosy fingers.
And why not marry her if she really has so much money?
Princess Mary's self-esteem was wounded by the fact that the arrival of a suitor agitated her, and still more so by both her companions' not having the least conception that it could be otherwise.
She flushed, her beautiful eyes grew dim, red blotches came on her face, and it took on the unattractive martyrlike expression it so often wore, as she submitted herself to Mademoiselle Bourienne and Lise.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
Her voice sounded so serious and so sad that the chirping of the birds was silenced at once.
Anatole was not quick-witted, nor ready or eloquent in conversation, but he had the faculty, so invaluable in society, of composure and imperturbable self-possession.
"And so they are writing from Potsdam already?" he said, repeating Prince Vasili's last words.
So, my dear boy, you wish to serve the Tsar and the country?
"And so you've had him educated abroad, Prince Vasili, haven't you?" said the old prince to Prince Vasili.
So her future shaped itself in Mademoiselle Bourienne's head at the very time she was talking to Anatole about Paris.
"Is he really to be my husband, this stranger who is so kind--yes, kind, that is the chief thing," thought Princess Mary; and fear, which she had seldom experienced, came upon her.
"I should be glad enough to fall asleep, so it's not my fault!" and her voice quivered like that of a child about to cry.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
You who are so pure can never understand being so carried away by passion.
But, my dear, will you not give us a little hope of touching this heart, so kind and generous?
Say 'perhaps'... The future is so long.
Well, so that's finished, my dear fellow!
And cost what it may, I will arrange poor Amelie's happiness, she loves him so passionately, and so passionately repents.
I shall be so happy when she is his wife.
She is so unfortunate, a stranger, alone, helpless!
And, oh God, how passionately she must love him if she could so far forget herself!
"No, Sonya, but do you remember so that you remember him perfectly, remember everything?" said Natasha, with an expressive gesture, evidently wishing to give her words a very definite meaning.
When she heard this Sonya blushed so that tears came into her eyes and, unable to bear the looks turned upon her, ran away into the dancing hall, whirled round it at full speed with her dress puffed out like a balloon, and, flushed and smiling, plumped down on the floor.
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
I always said when he was only so high--I always said....
And so it was decided to send the letters and money by the Grand Duke's courier to Boris and Boris was to forward them to Nicholas.
Boris rose to meet Rostov, but in doing so did not omit to steady and replace some chessmen that were falling.
I did not think he would get it to you so quickly....
You know, of course, that His Imperial Highness rode with our regiment all the time, so that we had every comfort and every advantage.
So far everything's all right, but I confess I should much like to be an adjutant and not remain at the front.
So, Count, there never is any negligence in my company, and so my conscience was at ease.
So, Count, there never is any negligence in my company, and so my conscience was at ease.
I knew I was in the right so I kept silent; was not that best, Count?...
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
And so he told them all that.
He gave the words of greeting, and the first regiment roared "Hurrah!" so deafeningly, continuously, and joyfully that the men themselves were awed by their multitude and the immensity of the power they constituted.
Commanded by the Emperor himself they could not fail to vanquish anyone, be it whom it might: so thought Rostov and most of the officers after the review.
"Very well, then, be so good as to wait," said Prince Andrew to the general, in Russian, speaking with the French intonation he affected when he wished to speak contemptuously, and noticing Boris, Prince Andrew, paying no more heed to the general who ran after him imploring him to hear something more, nodded and turned to him with a cheerful smile.
Well, my dear fellow, so you still want to be an adjutant?
"So the attack is definitely resolved on?" asked Bolkonski.
Boris was excited by the thought of being so close to the higher powers as he felt himself to be at that moment.
He brought with him into our rearguard all the freshness of atmosphere of the French army, which was so alien to us.
The wounded soldier was so dirty, coarse, and revolting that his proximity to the Emperor shocked Rostov.
Is it not so, gentlemen?
The Emperor had only just fallen asleep and so Savary had to wait.
Wheels creak on their axles as the cogs engage one another and the revolving pulleys whirr with the rapidity of their movement, but a neighboring wheel is as quiet and motionless as though it were prepared to remain so for a hundred years; but the moment comes when the lever catches it and obeying the impulse that wheel begins to creak and joins in the common motion the result and aim of which are beyond its ken.
Just as in a clock, the result of the complicated motion of innumerable wheels and pulleys is merely a slow and regular movement of the hands which show the time, so the result of all the complicated human activities of 160,000 Russians and French--all their passions, desires, remorse, humiliations, sufferings, outbursts of pride, fear, and enthusiasm--was only the loss of the battle of Austerlitz, the so-called battle of the three Emperors--that is to say, a slow movement of the hand on the dial of human history.
But they heard him at the council of war and will hear him when he talks sense, but to temporize and wait for something now when Bonaparte fears nothing so much as a general battle is impossible.
"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!
"I will do so," said Prince Andrew, moving away from the map.
The commanders are: Herr General Wimpfen, le Comte de Langeron, le Prince de Lichtenstein, le Prince, de Hohenlohe, and finally Prishprish, and so on like all those Polish names.
Kutuzov looked sternly at his adjutant and, after a pause, replied: I think the battle will be lost, and so I told Count Tolstoy and asked him to tell the Emperor.
He was evidently so busy that he even forgot to be polite to the commander in chief.
Kutuzov, with his uniform unbuttoned so that his fat neck bulged over his collar as if escaping, was sitting almost asleep in a low chair, with his podgy old hands resting symmetrically on its arms.
The third column marches... and so on, read Weyrother.
But the Austrian general, continuing to read, frowned angrily and jerked his elbows, as if to say: "You can tell me your views later, but now be so good as to look at the map and listen."
He listened to what Langeron said, as if remarking, "So you are still at that silly business!" quickly closed his eye again, and let his head sink still lower.
Langeron, trying as virulently as possible to sting Weyrother's vanity as author of the military plan, argued that Bonaparte might easily attack instead of being attacked, and so render the whole of this plan perfectly worthless.
"If he could attack us, he would have done so today," said he.
"So you think he is powerless?" said Langeron.
And then that happy moment, that Toulon for which he had so long waited, presents itself to him at last.
All are struck by the justness of his views, but no one undertakes to carry them out, so he takes a regiment, a division-stipulates that no one is to interfere with his arrangements--leads his division to the decisive point, and gains the victory alone.
However far he has walked, whatever strange, unknown, and dangerous places he reaches, just as a sailor is always surrounded by the same decks, masts, and rigging of his ship, so the soldier always has around him the same comrades, the same ranks, the same sergeant major Ivan Mitrich, the same company dog Jack, and the same commanders.
The fog had grown so dense that though it was growing light they could not see ten paces ahead.
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.
So much the better!
The wounded crept together in twos and threes and one could hear their distressing screams and groans, sometimes feigned--or so it seemed to Rostov.
At that moment Alexander turned his head and Rostov saw the beloved features that were so deeply engraved on his memory.
Suddenly a cannon ball hissed so low above the crowd that everyone ducked.
At that moment it meant nothing to him who might be standing over him, or what was said of him; he was only glad that people were standing near him and only wished that they would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful now that he had today learned to understand it so differently.
"There are so many prisoners today, nearly the whole Russian army, that he is probably tired of them," said another officer.
Prokofy, the footman, who was so strong that he could lift the back of the carriage from behind, sat plaiting slippers out of cloth selvedges.
But now steps were heard at the door, steps so rapid that they could hardly be his mother's.
Isn't it? asked Natasha, so seriously and excitedly that it was evident that what she was now saying she had talked of before, with tears.
Besides, Sonya is so charming that only a fool would renounce such happiness.
Why should he not love her now, and even marry her, Rostov thought, but just now there were so many other pleasures and interests before him!
So that's what I'm up to!
And so you no longer wish to marry Boris?
And I'll tell him so when I see him!
He went to balls and into ladies' society with an affectation of doing so against his will.
To him the club entrusted the arrangement of the festival in honor of Bagration, for few men knew so well how to arrange a feast on an open-handed, hospitable scale, and still fewer men would be so well able and willing to make up out of their own resources what might be needed for the success of the fete.
That's so, your excellency, all they have to do is to eat a good dinner, but providing it and serving it all up, that's not their business!
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
At that time, the Russians were so used to victories that on receiving news of the defeat some would simply not believe it, while others sought some extraordinary explanation of so strange an event.
The Moscovites felt that something was wrong and that to discuss the bad news was difficult, and so it was best to be silent.
By his age he should have belonged to the younger men, but by his wealth and connections he belonged to the groups of old and honored guests, and so he went from one group to another.
It was evident that the affair so lightly begun could no longer be averted but was taking its course independently of men's will.
"So I can fire when I like!" said Pierre, and at the word "three," he went quickly forward, missing the trodden path and stepping into the deep snow.
Not at all expecting so loud a report, Pierre shuddered at the sound and then, smiling at his own sensations, stood still.
And he vividly recalled that moment after supper at Prince Vasili's, when he spoke those words he had found so difficult to utter: "I love you."
I felt then that it was not so, that I had no right to do it.
And so it turns out.
So this is what I was proud of!
So it seems you're a hero, eh?
I feel so strange.
Say it's only indigestion, say so, Mary!
Oh, nurse, I'm so glad!
He covered his face with his hands and remained so for some minutes.
Knowing him to be an only son, to challenge him and shoot so straight!
Why, if he was so jealous, as I see things he should have shown it sooner, but he lets it go on for months.
I know you understand Fedya, my dear count; that, believe me, is why I am so fond of you.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
I have an adored, a priceless mother, and two or three friends--you among them--and as for the rest I only care about them in so far as they are harmful or useful.
There now, I like your Denisov though he is a rake and all that, still I like him; so you see I do understand.
And Sonya, though she would never have dared to say so, knew it and blushed scarlet every time Dolokhov appeared.
So said the mothers as they watched their young people executing their newly learned steps, and so said the youths and maidens themselves as they danced till they were ready to drop, and so said the grown-up young men and women who came to these balls with an air of condescension and found them most enjoyable.
So said the mothers as they watched their young people executing their newly learned steps, and so said the youths and maidens themselves as they danced till they were ready to drop, and so said the grown-up young men and women who came to these balls with an air of condescension and found them most enjoyable.
With scarcely any exceptions they all were, or seemed to be, pretty--so rapturous were their smiles and so sparkling their eyes.
That evening, proud of Dolokhov's proposal, her refusal, and her explanation with Nicholas, Sonya twirled about before she left home so that the maid could hardly get her hair plaited, and she was transparently radiant with impulsive joy.
He glided silently on one foot half across the room, and seeming not to notice the chairs was dashing straight at them, when suddenly, clinking his spurs and spreading out his legs, he stopped short on his heels, stood so a second, stamped on the spot clanking his spurs, whirled rapidly round, and, striking his left heel against his right, flew round again in a circle.
First he spun her round, holding her now with his left, now with his right hand, then falling on one knee he twirled her round him, and again jumping up, dashed so impetuously forward that it seemed as if he would rush through the whole suite of rooms without drawing breath, and then he suddenly stopped and performed some new and unexpected steps.
But before he had thought of anything, Dolokhov, looking straight in his face, said slowly and deliberately so that everyone could hear:
So I ask you to put the money on your cards, replied Dolokhov.
Now only twelve hundred rubles was left of that money, so that this seven of hearts meant for him not only the loss of sixteen hundred rubles, but the necessity of going back on his word.
I was so happy, so free, so lighthearted!
"One does get tired sitting so long," he added.
"Oh, it's terrible to feel oneself so in this man's power," thought Rostov.
"I am so glad you've come!" said Natasha, without answering him.
But, though she noticed it, she was herself in such high spirits at that moment, so far from sorrow, sadness, or self-reproach, that she purposely deceived herself as young people often do.
"And what is she so pleased about?" thought Nicholas, looking at his sister.
Natasha, that winter, had for the first time begun to sing seriously, mainly because Denisov so delighted in her singing.
I am so sorry for him!
No, Mamma, but I'm so sorry for him.
Vasili Dmitrich, I'm so sorry for you!...
No, but you are so nice... but it won't do...not that... but as a friend, I shall always love you.
"Vasili Dmitrich, I thank you for the honor," she said, with an embarrassed voice, though it sounded severe to Denisov--"but my daughter is so young, and I thought that, as my son's friend, you would have addressed yourself first to me.
"Countess, I have done w'ong," Denisov went on in an unsteady voice, "but believe me, I so adore your daughter and all your family that I would give my life twice over..."
He had begun to think of the last station and was still pondering on the same question--one so important that he took no notice of what went on around him.
Without changing his careless attitude, Pierre looked at them over his spectacles unable to understand what they wanted or how they could go on living without having solved the problems that so absorbed him.
It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.
"But if for reason you don't feel inclined to talk to me," said the old man, "say so, my dear sir."
"Yes, yes, that is so," said Pierre joyfully.
But do not suppose me to be so bad.
For a long time he could not utter a word, so that the Rhetor had to repeat his question.
"No, I considered it erroneous and did not follow it," said Pierre, so softly that the Rhetor did not hear him and asked him what he was saying.
Is that not so? said the Rhetor, after a moment's pause.
"Yes, that must be so," thought Pierre, when after these words the Rhetor went away, leaving him to solitary meditation.
It must be so, but I am still so weak that I love my life, the meaning of which is only now gradually opening before me.
(He now felt so glad to be free from his own lawlessness and to submit his will to those who knew the indubitable truth.)
I have had so many, replied Pierre.
A bass voice (Pierre was still blindfolded) questioned him as to who he was, when and where he was born, and so on.
I expect you feel it so yourself.
I said so even at the time when everybody was in raptures about him, when he had just returned from abroad, and when, if you remember, he posed as a sort of Marat at one of my soirees.
Vienna considers the bases of the proposed treaty so unattainable that not even a continuity of most brilliant successes would secure them, and she doubts the means we have of gaining them.
Boris smiled circumspectly, so that it might be taken as ironical or appreciative according to the way the joke was received.
After the Austerlitz campaign Prince Andrew had firmly resolved not to continue his military service, and when the war recommenced and everybody had to serve, he took a post under his father in the recruitment so as to avoid active service.
I think so... but as you please, said Princess Mary, evidently intimidated and confused that her opinion had prevailed.
So that's the way they treat me!
So he writes the famous order of the day to General Bennigsen:
So energetically do we pursue this aim that after crossing an unfordable river we burn the bridges to separate ourselves from our enemy, who at the moment is not Bonaparte but Buxhowden.
Prince Andrew touched the head with his hand; even the hair was wet, so profusely had the child perspired.
So the first task Pierre had to face was one for which he had very little aptitude or inclination--practical business.
Temptations to Pierre's greatest weakness-- the one to which he had confessed when admitted to the Lodge--were so strong that he could not resist them.
"How easy it is, how little effort it needs, to do so much good," thought Pierre, "and how little attention we pay to it!"
And so you had to go through that too!
"Why so?" asked Prince Andrew.
To live only so as not to do evil and not to have to repent is not enough.
The same love of others, a desire to do something for them, a desire for their approval.--So I lived for others, and not almost, but quite, ruined my life.
What evil and error are there in it, if people were dying of disease without help while material assistance could so easily be rendered, and I supplied them with a doctor, a hospital, and an asylum for the aged?
"Come, let's argue then," said Prince Andrew, "You talk of schools," he went on, crooking a finger, "education and so forth; that is, you want to raise him" (pointing to a peasant who passed by them taking off his cap) "from his animal condition and awaken in him spiritual needs, while it seems to me that animal happiness is the only happiness possible, and that is just what you want to deprive him of.
Just as I could not stand his terrible physical labor but should die of it in a week, so he could not stand my physical idleness, but would grow fat and die.
Prince Andrew expressed his ideas so clearly and distinctly that it was evident he had reflected on this subject more than once, and he spoke readily and rapidly like a man who has not talked for a long time.
I had such moments myself not long ago, in Moscow and when traveling, but at such times I collapsed so that I don't live at all--everything seems hateful to me... myself most of all.
I'm alive, that is not my fault, so I must live out my life as best I can without hurting others.
So that's what I'm sorry for--human dignity, peace of mind, purity, and not the serfs' backs and foreheads, which, beat and shave as you may, always remain the same backs and foreheads.
"Yes, if it only were so!" said Prince Andrew.
Oh, don't speak so, master!
So he begged: 'Take me to her, take me to her.'
So he was brought, quite blind, straight to her, and he goes up to her and falls down and says, 'Make me whole,' says he, 'and I'll give thee what the Tsar bestowed on me.'
Pelageya stopped doubtfully, but in Pierre's face there was such a look of sincere penitence, and Prince Andrew glanced so meekly now at her and now at Pierre, that she was gradually reassured.
I understand them so well and have the greatest respect for them.
That charm was not expressed so much in his relations with him as with all his family and with the household.
In the hospitals, death was so certain that soldiers suffering from fever, or the swelling that came from bad food, preferred to remain on duty, and hardly able to drag their legs went to the front rather than to the hospitals.
It was very bitter, but they wandered about the fields seeking it and dug it out with their sabers and ate it, though they were ordered not to do so, as it was a noxious plant.
The roof was so constructed that one could stand up in the middle of the trench and could even sit up on the beds if one drew close to the table.
"So they are!" said the officers.
Who is it that's starving us? shouted Denisov, hitting the table with the fist of his newly bled arm so violently that the table nearly broke down and the tumblers on it jumped about.
So it's you who's starving us to death!
Take this and this!' and I hit him so pat, stwaight on his snout...
Perhaps at another time Denisov would not have left the regiment for so slight a wound, but now he took advantage of it to excuse himself from appearing at the staff and went into hospital.
"How so?" asked Rostov.
The smell was so strong there that Rostov held his nose and had to pause and collect his strength before he could go on.
His face was purple, his eyes were rolled back so that only the whites were seen, and on his bare legs and arms which were still red, the veins stood out like cords.
So it seemed to Rostov.
So you don't want to do anything?
He could not himself go to the general in attendance as he was in mufti and had come to Tilsit without permission to do so, and Boris, even had he wished to, could not have done so on the following day.
Rostov felt so ill at ease and uncomfortable with Boris that, when the latter looked in after supper, he pretended to be asleep, and early next morning went away, avoiding Boris.
I'll go in and hand the letter to the Emperor myself so much the worse for Drubetskoy who drives me to it!
On hearing this indifferent voice, Rostov grew frightened at what he was doing; the thought of meeting the Emperor at any moment was so fascinating and consequently so alarming that he was ready to run away, but the official who had questioned him opened the door, and Rostov entered.
On approaching Alexander he raised his hat, and as he did so, Rostov, with his cavalryman's eye, could not help noticing that Napoleon did not sit well or firmly in the saddle.
The crowd unexpectedly found itself so close to the Emperors that Rostov, standing in the front row, was afraid he might be recognized.
Bonaparte meanwhile began taking the glove off his small white hand, tore it in doing so, and threw it away.
So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.
There he found so many people, among them officers who, like himself, had come in civilian clothes, that he had difficulty in getting a dinner.
Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies.
It was dusty and so hot that on passing near water one longed to bathe.
What is she so glad about?
Why is she so happy?
Why is she so glad?
It was already the beginning of June when on his return journey he drove into the birch forest where the gnarled old oak had made so strange and memorable an impression on him.
One general (an important personage), evidently feeling offended at having to wait so long, sat crossing and uncrossing his legs and smiling contemptuously to himself.
And this movement of reconstruction of which Prince Andrew had a vague idea, and Speranski its chief promoter, began to interest him so keenly that the question of the army regulations quickly receded to a secondary place in his consciousness.
"It was a small estate that brought in no profit," replied Prince Andrew, trying to extenuate his action so as not to irritate the old man uselessly.
Your father, a man of the last century, evidently stands above our contemporaries who so condemn this measure which merely reestablishes natural justice.
The mechanism of life, the arrangement of the day so as to be in time everywhere, absorbed the greater part of his vital energy.
But he was so busy for whole days together that he had no time to notice that he was thinking of nothing.
To Bolkonski so many people appeared contemptible and insignificant creatures, and he so longed to find in someone the living ideal of that perfection toward which he strove, that he readily believed that in Speranski he had found this ideal of a perfectly rational and virtuous man.
Everything seemed so simple and clear in Speranski's exposition that Prince Andrew involuntarily agreed with him about everything.
It was evident that the thought could never occur to him which to Prince Andrew seemed so natural, namely, that it is after all impossible to express all one thinks; and that he had never felt the doubt, "Is not all I think and believe nonsense?"
But nobody possesses it, so what would you have?
And so toward the end of the year he went abroad to be initiated into the higher secrets of the order.
It was long since there had been so stormy a meeting.
Again Pierre was overtaken by the depression he so dreaded.
"No one is right and no one is to blame; so she too is not to blame," he thought.
Young men read books before attending Helene's evenings, to have something to say in her salon, and secretaries of the embassy, and even ambassadors, confided diplomatic secrets to her, so that in a way Helene was a power.
After much effort I dragged myself up, so that my leg hung down on one side and my body on the other.
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.
He narrated that episode so persistently and with so important an air that everyone believed in the merit and usefulness of his deed, and he had obtained two decorations for Austerlitz.
So they gave their consent.
She is so... you know?...
The count was so disconcerted by this long-foreseen inquiry that without consideration he gave the first reply that came into his head.
"I should think so!" replied Natasha's laughing eyes.
In her behavior to her mother Natasha seemed rough, but she was so sensitive and tactful that however she clasped her mother she always managed to do it without hurting her or making her feel uncomfortable or displeased.
Natasha was lying looking steadily straight before her at one of the mahogany sphinxes carved on the corners of the bedstead, so that the countess only saw her daughter's face in profile.
He need not come so often....
"Not to marry, but just so," she added.
How so, my pet?
"Just so, just so," repeated the countess, and shaking all over, she went off into a good humored, unexpected, elderly laugh.
Was anybody ever so much in love with you?
Only not quite my taste--he is so narrow, like the dining-room clock....
Sonya was finishing dressing and so was the countess, but Natasha, who had bustled about helping them all, was behindhand.
"I'll arrange it," and she rushed forward so that the maids who were tacking up her skirt could not move fast enough and a piece of gauze was torn off.
The prospect was so splendid that she hardly believed it would come true, so out of keeping was it with the chill darkness and closeness of the carriage.
They do not even seem to see me, or if they do they look as if they were saying, 'Ah, she's not the one I'm after, so it's not worth looking at her!'
"I have never enjoyed myself so much before!" she said, and Prince Andrew noticed how her thin arms rose quickly as if to embrace her father and instantly dropped again.
It seemed that in this company the insignificance of those people was so definitely accepted that the only possible attitude toward them was one of good humored ridicule.
Speranski related how at the Council that morning a deaf dignitary, when asked his opinion, replied that he thought so too.
"Where are you off to so early?" asked Speranski.
Then he vividly pictured to himself Bogucharovo, his occupations in the country, his journey to Ryazan; he remembered the peasants and Dron the village elder, and mentally applying to them the Personal Rights he had divided into paragraphs, he felt astonished that he could have spent so much time on such useless work.
"I must use my freedom while I feel so much strength and youth in me," he said to himself.
Berg explained so clearly why he wanted to collect at his house a small but select company, and why this would give him pleasure, and why though he grudged spending money on cards or anything harmful, he was prepared to run into some expense for the sake of good society--that Pierre could not refuse, and promised to come.
So you will do me the favor.
Berg rose and embraced his wife carefully, so as not to crush her lace fichu for which he had paid a good price, kissing her straight on the lips.
With so intellectual a guest as she considered Prince Andrew to be, she felt that she had to employ her diplomatic tact.
You are so discerning, Prince, and understand people's characters so well at a glance.
Now the general had begun such a discussion and so Berg drew Pierre to it.
It was as if she feared this strange, unexpected happiness of meeting again the very man she had then chosen (she was firmly convinced she had done so) and of finding him, as it seemed, not indifferent to her.
"Well, dear heart," said he, "I wanted to tell you about it yesterday and I have come to do so today.
What's the good of making so much of it?
It is true that Natasha is still young, but--so long as that?...
The present feeling, though not so bright and poetic as the former, was stronger and more serious.
I am so happy.
Your loss is so terrible that I can only explain it to myself as a special providence of God who, loving you, wishes to try you and your excellent mother.
And His will is governed only by infinite love for us, and so whatever befalls us is for our good.
In spite of my wish to see you, I do not think so and do not want to do so.
"Besides," he wrote, "the matter was not then so definitely settled as it is now.
Often, listening to the pilgrims' tales, she was so stimulated by their simple speech, mechanical to them but to her so full of deep meaning, that several times she was on the point of abandoning everything and running away from home.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
The count was so weak, and trusted Mitenka so much, and was so good-natured, that everybody took advantage of him and things were going from bad to worse.
I am so tranquil and happy now.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
Robbing us!... and so on.
Well then, this! and he tore up the note, and by so doing caused the old countess to weep tears of joy.
"We ought to go, don't you think so?" said Nicholas.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
Besides the family, there were eight borzoi kennelmen and more than forty borzois, so that, with the borzois on the leash belonging to members of the family, there were about a hundred and thirty dogs and twenty horsemen.
So bold, so easy!
So bold, so easy!
He understands the matter so well that Daniel and I are often quite astounded, said Simon, well knowing what would please his master.
The height of happiness was reached--and so simply, without warning, or noise, or display, that Rostov could not believe his eyes and remained in doubt for over a second.
"So in your parts, too, the harvest is nothing to boast of, Count?" he went on, continuing the conversation they had begun.
"I don't understand," continued Ilagin, "how some sportsmen can be so jealous about game and dogs.
All I care about is to enjoy seeing the chase, is it not so, Count?
Again the beautiful Erza reached him, but when close to the hare's scut paused as if measuring the distance, so as not to make a mistake this time but seize his hind leg.
At the same moment Natasha, without drawing breath, screamed joyously, ecstatically, and so piercingly that it set everyone's ear tingling.
Toward evening Ilagin took leave of Nicholas, who found that they were so far from home that he accepted "Uncle's" offer that the hunting party should spend the night in his little village of Mikhaylovna.
Natasha felt so lighthearted and happy in these novel surroundings that she only feared the trap would come for her too soon.
Just as "Uncle's" pickled mushrooms, honey, and cherry brandy had seemed to her the best in the world, so also that song, at that moment, seemed to her the acme of musical delight.
As 'twas growing dark last night Fell the snow so soft and light...
He accompanied them on foot as far as the bridge that could not be crossed, so that they had to go round by the ford, and he sent huntsmen to ride in front with lanterns.
I feel so comfortable! answered Natasha, almost perplexed by her feelings.
There was still the hunting establishment which Nicholas had enlarged.
The count moved in his affairs as in a huge net, trying not to believe that he was entangled but becoming more and more so at every step, and feeling too feeble to break the meshes or to set to work carefully and patiently to disentangle them.
I wonder how Mamma could speak so to me.
She felt sorry for herself: sorry that she was being wasted all this time and of no use to anyone-- while she felt herself so capable of loving and being loved.
She seemed to be trying whether any of them would get angry or sulky with her; but the serfs fulfilled no one's orders so readily as they did hers.
She sat awhile, wondering what the meaning of it all having happened before could be, and without solving this problem, or at all regretting not having done so, she again passed in fancy to the time when she was with him and he was looking at her with a lover's eyes.
I am so afraid it will never be!
"I should think so!" he replied.
Once in the regiment I had not gone to some merrymaking where there was music... and suddenly I felt so depressed...
When I was quite little that used to be so with me.
So they went through their memories, smiling with pleasure: not the sad memories of old age, but poetic, youthful ones--those impressions of one's most distant past in which dreams and realities blend--and they laughed with quiet enjoyment.
"Idiot!" she screamed at her brother and, running to a chair, threw herself on it, sobbing so violently that she could not stop for a long time.
It was decided that the count must not go, but that if Louisa Ivanovna (Madame Schoss) would go with them, the young ladies might go to the Melyukovs', Sonya, generally so timid and shy, more urgently than anyone begging Louisa Ivanovna not to refuse.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
And we were sitting so quietly.
Pelageya Danilovna began to recognize the mummers, admired their cleverly contrived costumes, and particularly how they suited the young ladies, and she thanked them all for having entertained her so well.
The light was so strong and the snow sparkled with so many stars that one did not wish to look up at the sky and the real stars were unnoticed.
I am so glad, so glad!
Now I am so glad!
So you are glad and I have done right?
Today I feel so frightened!
Exploding at the word intriguer, Nicholas, raising his voice, told his mother he had never expected her to try to force him to sell his feelings, but if that were so, he would say for the last time....
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, I tell you!... she almost screamed, so as to drown his voice.
Natasha set to work to effect a reconciliation, and so far succeeded that Nicholas received a promise from his mother that Sonya should not be troubled, while he on his side promised not to undertake anything without his parents' knowledge.
Sonya was unhappy at the separation from Nicholas and still more so on account of the hostile tone the countess could not help adopting toward her.
So the countess remained in the country, and the count, taking Sonya and Natasha with him, went to Moscow at the end of January.
For a long time he could not reconcile himself to the idea that he was one of those same retired Moscow gentlemen-in-waiting he had so despised seven years before.
So it appears that it must be so!
It was too dreadful to be under the burden of these insoluble problems, so he abandoned himself to any distraction in order to forget them.
She did not go out into society; everyone knew that her father would not let her go anywhere without him, and his failing health prevented his going out himself, so that she was not invited to dinners and evening parties.
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
"Does it matter, Count, how the Note is worded," he asked, "so long as its substance is forcible?"
She is enchanting, but what makes her so I don't know.
Ah, I so long to like her!
Tell her so if you see her before I do.
Boris had not succeeded in making a wealthy match in Petersburg, so with the same object in view he came to Moscow.
He has suffered so many disappointments and is so sensitive, said she to the mother.
I am so fond of Julie that I should be sorry for her.
"I can always arrange so as not to see her often," thought Boris.
If you will be so kind, I'll fix a time and go down to the estate just for a day, and leave my lassies with you.
Next morning Marya Dmitrievna took the young ladies to the Iberian shrine of the Mother of God and to Madame Suppert-Roguet, who was so afraid of Marya Dmitrievna that she always let her have costumes at a loss merely to get rid of her.
I am glad for your sake and I've known him since he was so high.
Natasha remained silent, from shyness Marya Dmitrievna supposed, but really because she disliked anyone interfering in what touched her love of Prince Andrew, which seemed to her so apart from all human affairs that no one could understand it.
Natasha felt offended by the hesitation she had noticed in the anteroom, by her father's nervousness, and by the unnatural manner of the princess who--she thought--was making a favor of receiving her, and so everything displeased her.
God is my witness, I didn't know-" he repeated, stressing the word "God" so unnaturally and so unpleasantly that Princess Mary stood with downcast eyes not daring to look either at her father or at Natasha.
Natasha and Princess Mary looked at one another in silence, and the longer they did so without saying what they wanted to say, the greater grew their antipathy to one another.
It wasn't your fault so why should you mind?
I would not be silly and afraid of things, I would simply embrace him, cling to him, and make him look at me with those searching inquiring eyes with which he has so often looked at me, and then I would make him laugh as he used to laugh.
"And how can Sonya love Nicholas so calmly and quietly and wait so long and so patiently?" thought she, looking at Sonya, who also came in quite ready, with a fan in her hand.
Their box was pervaded by that atmosphere of an affianced couple which Natasha knew so well and liked so much.
She could not follow the opera nor even listen to the music; she saw only the painted cardboard and the queerly dressed men and women who moved, spoke, and sang so strangely in that brilliant light.
She knew what it was all meant to represent, but it was so pretentiously false and unnatural that she first felt ashamed for the actors and then amused at them.
Then he took his place in the first row of the stalls and sat down beside Dolokhov, nudging with his elbow in a friendly and offhand way that Dolokhov whom others treated so fawningly.
She even turned so that he should see her profile in what she thought was its most becoming aspect.
Almost smiling, he gazed straight into her eyes with such an enraptured caressing look that it seemed strange to be so near him, to look at him like that, to be so sure he admired her, and not to be acquainted with him.
She was so pleased by praise from this brilliant beauty that she blushed with pleasure.
When she was not looking at him she felt that he was looking at her shoulders, and she involuntarily caught his eye so that he should look into hers rather than this.
But as soon as she had turned away she felt that he was there, behind, so close behind her.
So Natasha tried to solve what was torturing her by herself.
So it is plain that nothing has happened and there is nothing to repent of, and Andrew can love me still.
He was convinced that, as a duck is so made that it must live in water, so God had made him such that he must spend thirty thousand rubles a year and always occupy a prominent position in society.
He believed this so firmly that others, looking at him, were persuaded of it too and did not refuse him either a leading place in society or money, which he borrowed from anyone and everyone and evidently would not repay.
But in nothing in the house was the holiday so noticeable as in Marya Dmitrievna's broad, stern face, which on that day wore an invariable look of solemn festivity.
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
So she knows I am engaged, and she and her husband Pierre--that good Pierre--have talked and laughed about this.
So it's all right.
And she is such a grande dame, so kind, and evidently likes me so much.
She only felt herself again completely borne away into this strange senseless world--so remote from her old world--a world in which it was impossible to know what was good or bad, reasonable or senseless.
"I don't think so when I look at you!" said Anatole, following Natasha.
His large, glittering, masculine eyes were so close to hers that she saw nothing but them.
She so wanted a word from him that would explain to her what had happened and to which she could find no answer.
So go, with God's blessing!
Can it be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that went before?
She vividly pictured herself as Prince Andrew's wife, and the scenes of happiness with him she had so often repeated in her imagination, and at the same time, aglow with excitement, recalled every detail of yesterday's interview with Anatole.
Only so could I be completely happy; but now I have to choose, and I can't be happy without either of them.
But am I really to abandon forever the joy of Prince Andrew's love, in which I have lived so long?
How could it go so far?
So this is the meaning of her excited, resolute, unnatural look the day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, thought Sonya.
How could you let him go so far? she went on, with a horror and disgust she could hardly conceal.
You know Prince Andrew gave you complete freedom--if it is really so; but I don't believe it!
Why do you think so badly of me?
So here are our accounts all settled, said Dolokhov, showing him the memorandum.
As fast as ever the horses can gallop, so fast we'll go!
I couldn't hold them in, my hands grew numb in the sharp frost so that I threw down the reins--'Catch hold yourself, your excellency!' says I, and I just tumbled on the bottom of the sleigh and sprawled there.
Hey, Matrena, the sable! he shouted so that his voice rang far through the rooms.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
I'd treat you differently, but I'm sorry for your father, so I will conceal it.
In reply to the count's anxious inquiries as to why she was so dejected and whether anything had happened to her betrothed, she assured him that nothing had happened and asked him not to worry.
From the pretense of illness, from his daughter's distress, and by the embarrassed faces of Sonya and Marya Dmitrievna, the count saw clearly that something had gone wrong during his absence, but it was so terrible for him to think that anything disgraceful had happened to his beloved daughter, and he so prized his own cheerful tranquillity, that he avoided inquiries and tried to assure himself that nothing particularly had happened; and he was only dissatisfied that her indisposition delayed their return to the country.
For fifty-eight years have I lived in this world and never known anything so disgraceful!
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
I do so regret having come here....
"You're a scoundrel and a blackguard, and I don't know what deprives me from the pleasure of smashing your head with this!" said Pierre, expressing himself so artificially because he was talking French.
I know I can't prevent your doing so, but if you have a spark of conscience...
"I don't know that and don't want to," he said, not looking at Pierre and with a slight tremor of his lower jaw, "but you have used such words to me--'mean' and so on--which as a man of honor I can't allow anyone to use."
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
"So Monsieur Kuragin has not honored Countess Rostova with his hand?" said Prince Andrew, and he snorted several times.
Prince Andrew interrupted him and cried sharply: Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on?...
So you'll give her the packet?
Prince Andrew talked incessantly, arguing now with his father, now with the Swiss tutor Dessalles, and showing an unnatural animation, the cause of which Pierre so well understood.
One hasn't the heart to scold her, she is so much to be pitied.
Till then he had reproached her in his heart and tried to despise her, but he now felt so sorry for her that there was no room in his soul for reproach.
All men seemed so pitiful, so poor, in comparison with this feeling of tenderness and love he experienced: in comparison with that softened, grateful, last look she had given him through her tears.
So all these causes--myriads of causes--coincided to bring it about.
And the botanist who finds that the apple falls because the cellular tissue decays and so forth is equally right with the child who stands under the tree and says the apple fell because he wanted to eat it and prayed for it.
In historic events the so-called great men are labels giving names to events, and like labels they have but the smallest connection with the event itself.
So these are the steppes of Asia!
Countess Bezukhova was present among other Russian ladies who had followed the sovereign from Petersburg to Vilna and eclipsed the refined Polish ladies by her massive, so-called Russian type of beauty.
Having finished speaking to her, the Emperor looked inquiringly at Balashev and, evidently understanding that he only acted thus because there were important reasons for so doing, nodded slightly to the lady and turned to him.
Balashev did not do so at once, but continued to advance along the road at a walking pace.
He had just finished dressing for his ride, and wore a blue uniform, opening in front over a white waistcoat so long that it covered his rotund stomach, white leather breeches tightly fitting the fat thighs of his short legs, and Hessian boots.
Balashev remembered these words, "So long as a single armed foe remains on Russian soil," but some complex feeling restrained him.
"So now you want me to retire beyond the Niemen--only the Niemen?" repeated Napoleon, looking straight at Balashev.
He evidently wanted to do all the talking himself, and continued to talk with the sort of eloquence and unrestrained irritability to which spoiled people are so prone.
Barclay is said to be the most capable of them all, but I cannot say so, judging by his first movements.
Balashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him.
Balashev, feeling it incumbent on him to reply, said that from the Russian side things did not appear in so gloomy a light.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
Balashev, who was on the alert all through the dinner, replied that just as "all roads lead to Rome," so all roads lead to Moscow: there were many roads, and "among them the road through Poltava, which Charles XII chose."
"And let him know that I will do so!" said Napoleon, rising and pushing his cup away with his hand.
So Prince Andrew, having received an appointment on the headquarters staff, left for Turkey.
He doesn't understand, so I must explain it, and he must hear me out, thought the old prince.
"So you've decided to go, Andrew?" asked his sister.
Why do you say that, when you are going to this terrible war, and he is so old?
If I were a woman I would do so, Mary.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
I want to meet that man whom I despise, so as to give him a chance to kill and laugh at me!
The fifth party consisted of those who were adherents of Barclay de Tolly, not so much as a man but as minister of war and commander-in- chief.
That arousing of the people by their sovereign and his call to them to defend their country--the very incitement which was the chief cause of Russia's triumph in so far as it was produced by the Tsar's personal presence in Moscow--was suggested to the Emperor, and accepted by him, as a pretext for quitting the army.
Prince Andrew did not catch what he said and would have passed on, but Chernyshev introduced him to Pfuel, remarking that Prince Andrew was just back from Turkey where the war had terminated so fortunately.
So when Prince Volkonski, who was in the chair, called on him to give his opinion, he merely said:
Wolzogen took his place and continued to explain his views in French, every now and then turning to Pfuel and saying, "Is it not so, your excellency?"
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
And since it had to be so, Nicholas Rostov, as was natural to him, felt contented with the life he led in the regiment and was able to find pleasure in that life.
And so he did not like Zdrzhinski's tale, nor did he like Zdrzhinski himself who, with his mustaches extending over his cheeks, bent low over the face of his hearer, as was his habit, and crowded Rostov in the narrow shanty.
So why should he have made such a sacrifice?
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.
The sounds, which he had not heard for so long, had an even more pleasurable and exhilarating effect on Rostov than the previous sounds of firing.
He could already see how these men, who looked so small at the foot of the hill, jostled and overtook one another, waving their arms and their sabers in the air.
The bullets were whining and whistling so stimulatingly around him and his horse was so eager to go that he could not restrain himself.
The officer fell, not so much from the blow--which had but slightly cut his arm above the elbow--as from the shock to his horse and from fright.
"So others are even more afraid than I am!" he thought.
So that's all there is in what is called heroism!
But while Nicholas was considering these questions and still could reach no clear solution of what puzzled him so, the wheel of fortune in the service, as often happens, turned in his favor.
Natasha's illness was so serious that, fortunately for her and for her parents, the consideration of all that had caused the illness, her conduct and the breaking off of her engagement, receded into the background.
She was so ill that it was impossible for them to consider in how far she was to blame for what had happened.
Doctors came to see her singly and in consultation, talked much in French, German, and Latin, blamed one another, and prescribed a great variety of medicines for all the diseases known to them, but the simple idea never occurred to any of them that they could not know the disease Natasha was suffering from, as no disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities and always has his own peculiar, personal, novel, complicated disease, unknown to medicine--not a disease of the lungs, liver, skin, heart, nerves, and so on mentioned in medical books, but a disease consisting of one of the innumerable combinations of the maladies of those organs.
Even to Natasha herself it was pleasant to see that so many sacrifices were being made for her sake, and to know that she had to take medicine at certain hours, though she declared that no medicine would cure her and that it was all nonsense.
The doctors said that she could not get on without medical treatment, so they kept her in the stifling atmosphere of the town, and the Rostovs did not move to the country that summer of 1812.
Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically.
Natasha unconsciously felt this delicacy and so found great pleasure in his society.
But she was not even grateful to him for it; nothing good on Pierre's part seemed to her to be an effort, it seemed so natural for him to be kind to everyone that there was no merit in his kindness.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
On the contrary it tormented her more than anything else of late, and particularly so on this bright, hot summer day in town.
A comely, fresh-looking old man was conducting the service with that mild solemnity which has so elevating and soothing an effect on the souls of the worshipers.
She included among her enemies the creditors and all who had business dealings with her father, and always at the thought of enemies and those who hated her she remembered Anatole who had done her so much harm--and though he did not hate her she gladly prayed for him as for an enemy.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the service, and not in the usual order Natasha knew so well, the deacon brought out a small stool, the one he knelt on when praying on Trinity Sunday, and placed it before the doors of the sanctuary screen.
"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.
So he wrote Le russe Besuhof and adding up the numbers got 671.
Pierre came early so as to find them alone.
He knew that she had not sung since her illness, and so the sound of her voice surprised and delighted him.
I am so proud of him.
I've told the countess she should not speak French so much.
But within the Trinity Gateway he was so pressed to the wall by people who probably were unaware of the patriotic intentions with which he had come that in spite of all his determination he had to give in, and stop while carriages passed in, rumbling beneath the archway.
Petya wiped his perspiring face with his hands and pulled up the damp collar which he had arranged so well at home to seem like a man's.
Petya was being pressed so that he could scarcely breathe, and everybody shouted, "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
"So this is what the Emperor is!" thought Petya.
But in spite of this he continued to struggle desperately forward, and from between the backs of those in front he caught glimpses of an open space with a strip of red cloth spread out on it; but just then the crowd swayed back--the police in front were pushing back those who had pressed too close to the procession: the Emperor was passing from the palace to the Cathedral of the Assumption--and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow on his side and ribs and was squeezed so hard that suddenly everything grew dim before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
I said if only we waited--and so it was! was being joyfully said by various people.
When she had done so Princess Mary looked inquiringly at her father.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
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?
"No, that's impossible," said he, "for our sovereign appreciated him so highly before."
He was lifted up, carried to his study, and laid on the very couch he had so feared of late.
But never had she felt so grieved for him or so much afraid of losing him.
Princess Mary's heart beat so violently at this news that she grew pale and leaned against the wall to keep from falling.
He seemed altogether so thin, small, and pathetic.
When she changed her position so that his left eye could see her face he calmed down, not taking his eyes off her for some seconds.
So at least it seemed to Princess Mary.
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
Just as horses shy and snort and gather about a dead horse, so the inmates of the house and strangers crowded into the drawing room round the coffin--the Marshal, the village Elder, peasant women--and all with fixed and frightened eyes, crossing themselves, bowed and kissed the old prince's cold and stiffened hand.
As birds migrate to somewhere beyond the sea, so these men with their wives and children streamed to the southeast, to parts where none of them had ever been.
Just as Dron was a model village Elder, so Alpatych had not managed the prince's estates for twenty years in vain.
I'll go to the police officer, and you tell them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got ready.
So many different eyes, old and young, were fixed on her, and there were so many different faces, that she could not distinguish any of them and, feeling that she must speak to them all at once, did not know how to do it.
So many different eyes, old and young, were fixed on her, and there were so many different faces, that she could not distinguish any of them and, feeling that she must speak to them all at once, did not know how to do it.
I am giving you everything, my friends, and I beg you to take everything, all our grain, so that you may not suffer want!
And these pictures presented themselves to her so clearly and in such detail that they seemed now present, now past, and now future.
For the last three days Bogucharovo had lain between the two hostile armies, so that it was as easy for the Russian rearguard to get to it as for the French vanguard; Rostov, as a careful squadron commander, wished to take such provisions as remained at Bogucharovo before the French could get them.
"The one in pink is mine, so keep off!" said Ilyin on seeing Dunyasha running resolutely toward him.
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
If we had had only peasants to fight, we should not have let the enemy come so far, said he with a sense of shame and wishing to change the subject.
So you are Pwince Andwew Bolkonski?
Of late he had received so many new and very serious impressions--such as the retreat from Smolensk, his visit to Bald Hills, and the recent news of his father's death--and had experienced so many emotions, that for a long time past those memories had not entered his mind, and now that they did, they did not act on him with nearly their former strength.
"What?" said Kutuzov, in the midst of Denisov's explanations, "are you ready so soon?"
After the Emperor had left Moscow, life flowed on there in its usual course, and its course was so very usual that it was difficult to remember the recent days of patriotic elation and ardor, hard to believe that Russia was really in danger and that the members of the English Club were also sons of the Fatherland ready to sacrifice everything for it.
So it was now with the inhabitants of Moscow.
What pleasure is there to be so caustique?
I am so sick of it.
And he is so unreasonable, the count himself I mean.
And why do they stay on so long in Moscow?
I know you were friendly with Natalie, and so... but I was always more friendly with Vera--that dear Vera.
But, above all, the French will be here any day now, so what are we waiting for?
You take everything so to heart, said Pierre, and began laying out his cards for patience.
Julie had gone, and so had Princess Mary.
But the attention of the crowd--officials, burghers, shopkeepers, peasants, and women in cloaks and in pelisses--was so eagerly centered on what was passing in Lobnoe Place that no one answered him.
As they drove along he shuddered and exclaimed several times so audibly that the coachman asked him:
So the histories say, and it is all quite wrong, as anyone who cares to look into the matter can easily convince himself.
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.
Pierre was so deep in thought that he did not hear the question.
The third lay prone so that his face was not visible.
When the service was over, Kutuzov stepped up to the icon, sank heavily to his knees, bowed to the ground, and for a long time tried vainly to rise, but could not do so on account of his weakness and weight.
It is amazing how his Serene Highness could so foresee the intentions of the French!
Boris belonged to the latter and no one else, while showing servile respect to Kutuzov, could so create an impression that the old fellow was not much good and that Bennigsen managed everything.
So Boris was full of nervous vivacity all day.
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
"So you want to smell gunpowder?" he said to Pierre.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
And it is all so simple, pale, and crude in the cold white light of this morning which I feel is dawning for me.
"I have come... simply... you know... come... it interests me," said Pierre, who had so often that day senselessly repeated that word "interesting."
Seats were brought in and so was the tea.
Prince Andrew remained silent, and his expression was so forbidding that Pierre addressed his remarks chiefly to the good-natured battalion commander.
So you understand the whole position of our troops?
"Why so?" asked Pierre.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
"Why, so as not to lay waste the country we were abandoning to the enemy," said Prince Andrew with venomous irony.
And we said so because we had nothing to fight for there, we wanted to get away from the battlefield as soon as we could.
'We've lost, so let us run,' and we ran.
* "Oh, yes, the only aim is to weaken the enemy, so of course one cannot take into account the loss of private individuals."
"So you think we shall win tomorrow's battle?" asked Pierre.
And so thinks Timokhin and the whole army.
Such magnanimity and sensibility are like the magnanimity and sensibility of a lady who faints when she sees a calf being killed: she is so kindhearted that she can't look at blood, but enjoys eating the calf served up with sauce.
He was such a delightful old man, and it was so dark in the forest... and he had such kind...
"I not only understood her, but it was just that inner, spiritual force, that sincerity, that frankness of soul-- that very soul of hers which seemed to be fettered by her body--it was that soul I loved in her... loved so strongly and happily..." and suddenly he remembered how his love had ended.
So much the worse for the Russian army....
"I am very sorry to have made you travel so far," said he.
Though it was not clear what the artist meant to express by depicting the so-called King of Rome spiking the earth with a stick, the allegory apparently seemed to Napoleon, as it had done to all who had seen it in Paris, quite clear and very pleasing.
This is the battle you have so longed for.
On the twenty-fifth of August, so his historians tell us, Napoleon spent the whole day on horseback inspecting the locality, considering plans submitted to him by his marshals, and personally giving commands to his generals.
To a proposal made by General Campan (who was to attack the fleches) to lead his division through the woods, Napoleon agreed, though the so-called Duke of Elchingen (Ney) ventured to remark that a movement through the woods was dangerous and might disorder the division.
So not one of the orders in the disposition was, or could be, executed.
But in the disposition it is said that, after the fight has commenced in this manner, orders will be given in accordance with the enemy's movements, and so it might be supposed that all necessary arrangements would be made by Napoleon during the battle.
But this was not and could not be done, for during the whole battle Napoleon was so far away that, as appeared later, he could not know the course of the battle and not one of his orders during the fight could be executed.
So it was not because of Napoleon's commands that they killed their fellow men.
So the way in which these people killed one another was not decided by Napoleon's will but occurred independently of him, in accord with the will of hundreds of thousands of people who took part in the common action.
He was so much interested in that task that he was unable to sleep, and in spite of his cold which had grown worse from the dampness of the evening, he went into the large division of the tent at three o'clock in the morning, loudly blowing his nose.
I have always said so and I am beginning to experience it.
"No it's not that, but her action seems so jerky," said Pierre in a puzzled tone.
They seemed not to have expected him to talk like anybody else, and the discovery that he did so delighted them.
So this gruel isn't to your taste?
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.
Napoleon did not notice that in regard to his army he was playing the part of a doctor who hinders by his medicines--a role he so justly understood and condemned.
Neither Napoleon nor any of his generals had ever before seen such horrors or so many slain in such a small area.
Adjutant General Wolzogen, the man who when riding past Prince Andrew had said, "the war should be extended widely," and whom Bagration so detested, rode up while Kutuzov was at dinner.
Be so good as to ride to General Barclay and inform him of my firm intention to attack the enemy tomorrow, said Kutuzov sternly.
"We kicked him out from there so that he chucked everything, we grabbed the King himself!" cried he, looking around him with eyes that glittered with fever.
Why was I so reluctant to part with life?
One of the doctors came out of the tent in a bloodstained apron, holding a cigar between the thumb and little finger of one of his small bloodstained hands, so as not to smear it.
He could not disavow his actions, belauded as they were by half the world, and so he had to repudiate truth, goodness, and all humanity.
The Imperial army, strictly speaking, was one third composed of Dutch, Belgians, men from the borders of the Rhine, Piedmontese, Swiss, Genevese, Tuscans, Romans, inhabitants of the Thirty-second Military Division, of Bremen, of Hamburg, and so on: it included scarcely a hundred and forty thousand who spoke French.
You may go and kill whom you please, but I don't want to do so anymore!
At the beginning of the battle they stood blocking the way to Moscow and they still did so at the end of the battle as at the beginning.
By the time Achilles has covered the distance that separated him from the tortoise, the tortoise has covered one tenth of that distance ahead of him: when Achilles has covered that tenth, the tortoise has covered another one hundredth, and so on forever.
Kutuzov reported so to the Emperor.
Why did he not retire at once by the Kaluga road, abandoning Moscow? and so on.
"Give me your hand," said he and, turning it over so as to feel the pulse, added: "You are not well, my dear fellow.
And all these groups, while talking among themselves, tried to keep near the commander-in-chief (whose bench formed the center of the gathering) and to speak so that he might overhear them.
From all this talk he saw only one thing: that to defend Moscow was a physical impossibility in the full meaning of those words, that is to say, so utterly impossible that if any senseless commander were to give orders to fight, confusion would result but the battle would still not take place.
The army must retreat and the order to do so must be given.
The first people to go away were the rich educated people who knew quite well that Vienna and Berlin had remained intact and that during Napoleon's occupation the inhabitants had spent their time pleasantly in the company of the charming Frenchmen whom the Russians, and especially the Russian ladies, then liked so much.
The prince was surprised that so simple an idea had not occurred to him, and he applied for advice to the holy brethren of the Society of Jesus, with whom he was on intimate terms.
All that was done around her and to her at this time, all the attention devoted to her by so many clever men and expressed in such pleasant, refined ways, and the state of dove-like purity she was now in (she wore only white dresses and white ribbons all that time) gave her pleasure, but her pleasure did not cause her for a moment to forget her aim.
What did you commit by so acting?
So she decided that it was necessary to prepare the opinion of society.
Though people were afraid of Marya Dmitrievna she was regarded in Petersburg as a buffoon, and so of what she had said they only noticed, and repeated in a whisper, the one coarse word she had used, supposing the whole sting of her remark to lie in that word.
You have suffered so much....
"Oh, he loves me so!" said Helene, who for some reason imagined that Pierre too loved her.
Armed with these arguments, which appeared to her unanswerable, she drove to her daughter's early one morning so as to find her alone.
And so I pray God to have you, my friend, in His holy and powerful keeping--Your friend Helene.
"I, I..." said Pierre, feeling it necessary to minimize his social position as much as possible so as to be nearer to the soldiers and better understood by them.
"So you've found your folk?" said one of them.
"Oh, so that is Vereshchagin!" said Pierre, looking at the firm, calm face of the old man and seeking any indication of his being a traitor.
He asked one, 'From whom did you get it?' 'From so-and-so.'
'From whom did you get it?' and so on till he reached Vereshchagin, a half educated tradesman, you know, 'a pet of a trader,' said the adjutant smiling.
And so it was reported to the count, who sent for the man.
'No,' said he, 'I have not read any papers, I made it up myself.' 'If that's so, you're a traitor and I'll have you tried, and you'll be hanged!
"If he is accused of circulating Napoleon's proclamation it is not proved that he did so," said Pierre without looking at Rostopchin, "and Vereshchagin..."
And I will knock the nonsense out of anybody"-- but probably realizing that he was shouting at Bezukhov who so far was not guilty of anything, he added, taking Pierre's hand in a friendly manner, "We are on the eve of a public disaster and I haven't time to be polite to everybody who has business with me.
Petya could not return unless his regiment did so or unless he was transferred to another regiment on active service.
Though Petya would remain in the service, this transfer would give the countess the consolation of seeing at least one of her sons under her wing, and she hoped to arrange matters for her Petya so as not to let him go again, but always get him appointed to places where he could not possibly take part in a battle.
They laughed and were gay not because there was any reason to laugh, but because gaiety and mirth were in their hearts and so everything that happened was a cause for gaiety and laughter to them.
Natasha quietly repeated her question, and her face and whole manner were so serious, though she was still holding the ends of her handkerchief, that the major ceased smiling and after some reflection-- as if considering in how far the thing was possible--replied in the affirmative.
"I knew you'd give permission... so I'll tell them," and, having kissed her mother, Natasha got up and went to the door.
The price of weapons, of gold, of carts and horses, kept rising, but the value of paper money and city articles kept falling, so that by midday there were instances of carters removing valuable goods, such as cloth, and receiving in payment a half of what they carted, while peasant horses were fetching five hundred rubles each, and furniture, mirrors, and bronzes were being given away for nothing.
So thought the major-domo on his master's behalf.
On waking up that morning Count Ilya Rostov left his bedroom softly, so as not to wake the countess who had fallen asleep only toward morning, and came out to the porch in his lilac silk dressing gown.
Count, be so good as to allow me... for God's sake, to get into some corner of one of your carts!
So he considered it necessary to ask for leave of absence for family and domestic reasons.
The army is burning with a spirit of heroism and the leaders, so to say, have now assembled in council.
Isn't it so, Papa? said he.
But why are you so anxious?
I saw so many of those peasant carts in your yard.
Only I so wanted it, for dear Vera's sake.
"I consider," Natasha suddenly almost shouted, turning her angry face to Petya, "I consider it so horrid, so abominable, so...
Efim, the old coachman, who was the only one the countess trusted to drive her, sat perched up high on the box and did not so much as glance round at what was going on behind him.
Rarely had Natasha experienced so joyful a feeling as now, sitting in the carriage beside the countess and gazing at the slowly receding walls of forsaken, agitated Moscow.
Be so good as to step in.
As it was sealed up so it has remained, but Sophia Danilovna gave orders that if anyone should come from you they were to have the books.
"We heard so," replied the man.
"A town captured by the enemy is like a maid who has lost her honor," thought he (he had said so to Tuchkov at Smolensk).
Yes, here it lies before me, but why is the deputation from the city so long in appearing? he wondered.
Be so good as to protect us!
Those about him had never seen the count so morose and irritable.
Hearing not so much the words as the angry tone of Rostopchin's voice, the crowd moaned and heaved forward, but again paused.
Not only did his reason not reproach him for what he had done, but he even found cause for self-satisfaction in having so successfully contrived to avail himself of a convenient opportunity to punish a criminal and at the same time pacify the mob.
I could not let him go unpunished and so I have killed two birds with one stone: to appease the mob I gave them a victim and at the same time punished a miscreant.
As a hungry herd of cattle keeps well together when crossing a barren field, but gets out of hand and at once disperses uncontrollably as soon as it reaches rich pastures, so did the army disperse all over the wealthy city.
Then during the first day spent in inaction and solitude (he tried several times to fix his attention on the masonic manuscripts, but was unable to do so) the idea that had previously occurred to him of the cabalistic significance of his name in connection with Bonaparte's more than once vaguely presented itself.
Pierre had first experienced this strange and fascinating feeling at the Sloboda Palace, when he had suddenly felt that wealth, power, and life--all that men so painstakingly acquire and guard--if it has any worth has so only by reason of the joy with which it can all be renounced.
While Pierre, standing in the middle of the room, was talking to himself in this way, the study door opened and on the threshold appeared the figure of Makar Alexeevich, always so timid before but now quite transformed.
He was so very polite, amiable, good-natured, and genuinely grateful to Pierre for saving his life that Pierre had not the heart to refuse, and sat down with him in the parlor--the first room they entered.
Will you now be so good as to tell me with whom I have the honor of conversing so pleasantly, instead of being in the ambulance with that maniac's bullet in my body?
So much the better!
So you are one of us soldiers! he added, smiling, after a momentary pause.
So much the better, so much the better, Monsieur Pierre!
So much the better, so much the better, Monsieur Pierre!
The captain was so naively and good-humoredly gay, so real, and so pleased with himself that Pierre almost winked back as he looked merrily at him.
It was plain that l'amour which the Frenchman was so fond of was not that low and simple kind that Pierre had once felt for his wife, nor was it the romantic love stimulated by himself that he experienced for Natasha.
And suddenly remembering his intention he grew dizzy and felt so faint that he leaned against the fence to save himself from falling.
The next morning they woke late and were again delayed so often that they only got as far as Great Mytishchi.
He was dissatisfied because he knew by experience that if his patient did not die now, he would do so a little later with greater suffering.
"I love you more, better than before," said Prince Andrew, lifting her face with his hand so as to look into her eyes.
The conflagration, at which he had looked with so much indifference the evening before, had greatly increased during the night.
It appears so to us because we see only the general historic interest of that time and do not see all the personal human interests that people had.
Those who tried to understand the general course of events and to take part in it by self-sacrifice and heroism were the most useless members of society, they saw everything upside down, and all they did for the common good turned out to be useless and foolish--like Pierre's and Mamonov's regiments which looted Russian villages, and the lint the young ladies prepared and that never reached the wounded, and so on.
In Petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from Moscow, ladies, and gentlemen in militia uniforms, wept for Russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on; but in the army which retired beyond Moscow there was little talk or thought of Moscow, and when they caught sight of its burned ruins no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the vivandiere, and like matters.
We are at home on Thursdays--today is Thursday, so please come and see us quite informally, said the governor, taking leave of him.
As soon as Nicholas entered in his hussar uniform, diffusing around him a fragrance of perfume and wine, and had uttered the words "better late than never" and heard them repeated several times by others, people clustered around him; all eyes turned on him, and he felt at once that he had entered into his proper position in the province--that of a universal favorite: a very pleasant position, and intoxicatingly so after his long privations.
But the latter's good-natured naivete was so boundless that sometimes even he involuntarily yielded to Nicholas' good humor.
"Anna Ignatyevna wants to see you, Nicholas," said she, pronouncing the name so that Nicholas at once understood that Anna Ignatyevna was a very important person.
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
And she is not at all so plain, either.
"Oh no, we are good friends with him," said Nicholas in the simplicity of his heart; it did not enter his head that a pastime so pleasant to himself might not be pleasant to someone else.
So you see there can be no question about- said Nicholas incoherently and blushing.
"You have met him, Aunt?" said she in a calm voice, unable herself to understand that she could be outwardly so calm and natural.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
Princess Mary, having learned of her brother's wound only from the Gazette and having no definite news of him, prepared (so Nicholas heard, he had not seen her again himself) to set off in search of Prince Andrew.
Nicholas immediately recognized Princess Mary not so much by the profile he saw under her bonnet as by the feeling of solicitude, timidity, and pity that immediately overcame him.
"And I have known so many cases of a splinter wound" (the Gazette said it was a shell) "either proving fatal at once or being very slight," continued Nicholas.
"Oh, that would be so dread..." she began and, prevented by agitation from finishing, she bent her head with a movement as graceful as everything she did in his presence and, looking up at him gratefully, went out, following her aunt.
"Oh, I don't know, it is all so strange," replied Sonya, clutching at her head.
And so, as they had the power and wish to inculpate him, this expedient of an inquiry and trial seemed unnecessary.
So he was silent.
It was not Davout, who had looked at him in so human a way.
They could not believe it because they alone knew what their life meant to them, and so they neither understood nor believed that it could be taken from them.
He had experienced this before, but never so strongly as now.
And there was so much kindliness and simplicity in his singsong voice that Pierre tried to reply, but his jaw trembled and he felt tears rising to his eyes.
So you've come, you rascal?
I didn't think they would come so soon.
Whether it were difficult or easy, possible or impossible, she did not ask and did not want to know: it was her duty, not only to herself, to be near her brother who was perhaps dying, but to do everything possible to take his son to him, and so she prepared to set off.
That feeling was so strong at the moment of leaving Voronezh that those who saw her off, as they looked at her careworn, despairing face, felt sure she would fall ill on the journey.
But the very difficulties and preoccupations of the journey, which she took so actively in hand, saved her for a while from her grief and gave her strength.
But she felt oppressed by the fact that the mood of everyone around her was so far from what was in her own heart.
The princess looked round and saw Natasha coming in, almost running-- that Natasha whom she had liked so little at their meeting in Moscow long since.
Prince Andrew did not notice that she called his sister Mary, and only after calling her so in his presence did Natasha notice it herself.
And so you have met Count Nicholas, Mary?
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.
So much the better!
And so it was: in Sonya's place sat Natasha who had just come in noiselessly.
She had learned to knit stockings since Prince Andrew had casually mentioned that no one nursed the sick so well as old nurses who knit stockings, and that there is something soothing in the knitting of stockings.
He looked at her without moving and saw that she wanted to draw a deep breath after stooping, but refrained from doing so and breathed cautiously.
They both saw that he was sinking slowly and quietly, deeper and deeper, away from them, and they both knew that this had to be so and that it was right.
So it is impossible to understand by what reasoning the historians reach the conclusion that this maneuver was a profound one.
Just as it is impossible to say when it was decided to abandon Moscow, so it is impossible to say precisely when, or by whom, it was decided to move to Tarutino.
That movement from the Nizhni to the Ryazan, Tula, and Kaluga roads was so natural that even the Russian marauders moved in that direction, and demands were sent from Petersburg for Kutuzov to take his army that way.
So fresh instructions were sent for the solution of difficulties that might be encountered, as well as fresh people who were to watch Kutuzov's actions and report upon them.
Serpukhov is already occupied by an enemy detachment and Tula with its famous arsenal so indispensable to the army, is in danger.
In view of all this information, when the enemy has scattered his forces in large detachments, and with Napoleon and his Guards in Moscow, is it possible that the enemy's forces confronting you are so considerable as not to allow of your taking the offensive?
When I was a chit of an officer no one would have dared to mock me so... and now!
Meantime, according to the dispositions which said that "the First Column will march" and so on, the infantry of the belated columns, commanded by Bennigsen and directed by Toll, had started in due order and, as always happens, had got somewhere, but not to their appointed places.
If not, the Guards will not so much as see a little smoke.
"That's how everything is done with us, all topsy-turvy!" said the Russian officers and generals after the Tarutino battle, letting it be understood that some fool there is doing things all wrong but that we ourselves should not have done so, just as people speak today.
The battle of Tarutino obviously did not attain the aim Toll had in view--to lead the troops into action in the order prescribed by the dispositions; nor that which Count Orlov-Denisov may have had in view-- to take Murat prisoner; nor the result of immediately destroying the whole corps, which Bennigsen and others may have had in view; nor the aim of the officer who wished to go into action to distinguish himself; nor that of the Cossack who wanted more booty than he got, and so on.
The historians quite falsely represent Napoleon's faculties as having weakened in Moscow, and do so only because the results did not justify his actions.
With regard to supplies for the army, Napoleon decreed that all the troops in turn should enter Moscow a la maraude * to obtain provisions for themselves, so that the army might have its future provided for.
The pursuit of the Russian army, about which Napoleon was so concerned, produced an unheard-of result.
Not only was the paper money valueless which Napoleon so graciously distributed to the unfortunate, but even silver lost its value in relation to gold.
Its furry tail stood up firm and round as a plume, its bandy legs served it so well that it would often gracefully lift a hind leg and run very easily and quickly on three legs, as if disdaining to use all four.
He had long sought in different ways that tranquillity of mind, that inner harmony which had so impressed him in the soldiers at the battle of Borodino.
Those dreadful moments he had lived through at the executions had as it were forever washed away from his imagination and memory the agitating thoughts and feelings that had formerly seemed so important.
It was evidently not so much his sufferings that caused him to moan (he had dysentery) as his fear and grief at being left alone.
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
"Be so good..." shouted the captain, frowning angrily.
Yes, I told you--the whole quarter beyond the river, and so it is.
"Well, you know it's burned, so what's the use of talking?" said the major.
Yes; dead, dead, so he is...
They advanced the few hundred paces that separated the bridge from the Kaluga road, taking more than an hour to do so, and came out upon the square where the streets of the Transmoskva ward and the Kaluga road converge, and the prisoners jammed close together had to stand for some hours at that crossway.
Russian wenches, by heaven, so they are!
Again, as at the church in Khamovniki, a wave of general curiosity bore all the prisoners forward onto the road, and Pierre, thanks to his stature, saw over the heads of the others what so attracted their curiosity.
Suddenly he burst out into a fit of his broad, good-natured laughter, so loud that men from various sides turned with surprise to see what this strange and evidently solitary laughter could mean.
So it was decided to send a dispatch to the staff.
In battle he was always under fire, so that Kutuzov reproved him for it and feared to send him to the front, and like Dokhturov he was one of those unnoticed cogwheels that, without clatter or noise, constitute the most essential part of the machine.
So he lay now on his bed, supporting his large, heavy, scarred head on his plump hand, with his one eye open, meditating and peering into the darkness.
To such customary routine belonged his conversations with the staff, the letters he wrote from Tarutino to Madame de Stael, the reading of novels, the distribution of awards, his correspondence with Petersburg, and so on.
So it came about that at the council at Malo-Yaroslavets, when the generals pretending to confer together expressed various opinions, all mouths were closed by the opinion uttered by the simple-minded soldier Mouton who, speaking last, said what they all felt: that the one thing needful was to get away as quickly as possible; and no one, not even Napoleon, could say anything against that truth which they all recognized.
So both those who knew and those who did not know deceived themselves, and pushed on to Smolensk as to a promised land.
So according to history it has been found from the most ancient times, and so it is to our own day.
So according to history it has been found from the most ancient times, and so it is to our own day.
One of the most obvious and advantageous departures from the so-called laws of war is the action of scattered groups against men pressed together in a mass.
People have called this kind of war "guerrilla warfare" and assume that by so calling it they have explained its meaning.
Ten men, battalions, or divisions, fighting fifteen men, battalions, or divisions, conquer--that is, kill or take captive--all the others, while themselves losing four, so that on the one side four and on the other fifteen were lost.
The French, retreating in 1812--though according to tactics they should have separated into detachments to defend themselves--congregated into a mass because the spirit of the army had so fallen that only the mass held the army together.
The so-called partisan war began with the entry of the French into Smolensk.
The men sat huddled up trying not to stir, so as to warm the water that had trickled to their bodies and not admit the fresh cold water that was leaking in under their seats, their knees, and at the back of their necks.
They were so near that they thought they were the cause of the firing and shouting.
The man whom they called Tikhon, having run to the stream, plunged in so that the water splashed in the air, and, having disappeared for an instant, scrambled out on all fours, all black with the wet, and ran on.
We killed a score or so of 'more-orderers,' but we did no harm else...
Tikhon, who at first did rough work, laying campfires, fetching water, flaying dead horses, and so on, soon showed a great liking and aptitude for partisan warfare.
So I went for them with my ax, this way: 'What are you up to?' says I.
And so rude, your honor!
So now the general explicitly forbade his taking part in any action whatever of Denisov's.
"So then what do you think, Vasili Dmitrich?" said he to Denisov.
Only, please let me command something, so that I may really command...
"I might ask," he thought, "but they'll say: 'He's a boy himself and so he pities the boy.'
The arrival of Dolokhov diverted Petya's attention from the drummer boy, to whom Denisov had had some mutton and vodka given, and whom he had had dressed in a Russian coat so that he might be kept with their band and not sent away with the other prisoners.
Petya had heard in the army many stories of Dolokhov's extraordinary bravery and of his cruelty to the French, so from the moment he entered the hut Petya did not take his eyes from him, but braced himself up more and more and held his head high, that he might not be unworthy even of such company.
So isn't it all the same not to send them?
"If grown-up, distinguished men think so, it must be necessary and right," thought he.
If he can, so can I!
Besides, I want to go very much and certainly will go, so don't hinder me, said he.
"Just so," said the Cossack.
Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.
Petya was as musical as Natasha and more so than Nicholas, but had never learned music or thought about it, and so the melody that unexpectedly came to his mind seemed to him particularly fresh and attractive.
When he did so and heard the subdued moaning with which Karataev generally lay down at the halting places, and when he smelled the odor emanating from him which was now stronger than before, Pierre moved farther away and did not think about him.
He had learned that as there is no condition in which man can be happy and entirely free, so there is no condition in which he need be unhappy and lack freedom.
"And so, brother" (it was at this point that Pierre came up), "ten years or more passed by.
So they asked the old man: 'What are you being punished for, Daddy?'--'I, my dear brothers,' said he, 'am being punished for my own and other men's sins.
So he comes up to the old man like this, and falls down at his feet!
So he confessed and it was all written down and the papers sent off in due form.
A paper has come from the Tsar!' so they began looking for him," here Karataev's lower jaw trembled, "but God had already forgiven him--he was dead!
God is in the midst, and each drop tries to expand so as to reflect Him to the greatest extent.
And without linking up the events of the day or drawing a conclusion from them, Pierre closed his eyes, seeing a vision of the country in summertime mingled with memories of bathing and of the liquid, vibrating globe, and he sank into water so that it closed over his head.
Beyond Vyazma the French army instead of moving in three columns huddled together into one mass, and so went on to the end.
But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on.
The others who could do so drove away too, leaving those who could not to surrender or die.
So one might have thought that regarding this period of the campaign the historians, who attributed the actions of the mass to the will of one man, would have found it impossible to make the story of the retreat fit their theory.
Can the French be so enormously superior to us that when we had surrounded them with superior forces we could not beat them?
The Russian military historians in so far as they submit to claims of logic must admit that conclusion, and in spite of their lyrical rhapsodies about valor, devotion, and so forth, must reluctantly admit that the French retreat from Moscow was a series of victories for Napoleon and defeats for Kutuzov.
The source of this contradiction lies in the fact that the historians studying the events from the letters of the sovereigns and the generals, from memoirs, reports, projects, and so forth, have attributed to this last period of the war of 1812 an aim that never existed, namely that of cutting off and capturing Napoleon with his marshals and his army.
So what was the use of performing various operations on the French who were running away as fast as they possibly could?
It was impossible first because--as experience shows that a three-mile movement of columns on a battlefield never coincides with the plans--the probability of Chichagov, Kutuzov, and Wittgenstein effecting a junction on time at an appointed place was so remote as to be tantamount to impossibility, as in fact thought Kutuzov, who when he received the plan remarked that diversions planned over great distances do not yield the desired results.
To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation.
That aim was attained in the first place of itself, as the French ran away, and so it was only necessary not to stop their flight.
And that other side of life, of which she had never before thought and which had formerly seemed to her so far away and improbable, was now nearer and more akin and more comprehensible than this side of life, where everything was either emptiness and desolation or suffering and indignity.
And I said it so awkwardly and stupidly!
Love awoke and so did life.
She spoke so well today, said Princess Mary.
Natasha had grown thin and pale and physically so weak that they all talked about her health, and this pleased her.
It seemed to her that things must be so, and yet it was dreadfully sad.
She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of slime that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which taking root would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed.
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.
To that end Kutuzov's activity was directed during the whole campaign from Moscow to Vilna--not casually or intermittently but so consistently that he never once deviated from it.
So it was at Krasnoe, where they expected to find one of the three French columns and stumbled instead on Napoleon himself with sixteen thousand men.
Toll wrote a disposition: "The first column will march to so and so," etc.
Still more difficult would it be to find an instance in history of the aim of an historical personage being so completely accomplished as that to which all Kutuzov's efforts were directed in 1812.
But that man, so heedless of his words, did not once during the whole time of his activity utter one word inconsistent with the single aim toward which he moved throughout the whole war.
Isn't it so, lads?
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.
But theirs,' he says, 'are white as paper and not so much smell as a whiff of gunpowder.'
This was shown not so much by the arrangements it made for crossing as by what took place at the bridges.
And all he said--that it was necessary to await provisions, or that the men had no boots--was so simple, while what they proposed was so complicated and clever, that it was evident that he was old and stupid and that they, though not in power, were commanders of genius.
He tried to prove to the Emperor the impossibility of levying fresh troops, spoke of the hardships already endured by the people, of the possibility of failure and so forth.
So naturally, simply, and gradually--just as he had come from Turkey to the Treasury in Petersburg to recruit the militia, and then to the army when he was needed there--now when his part was played out, Kutuzov's place was taken by a new and necessary performer.
Previously he had talked a great deal, grew excited when he talked, and seldom listened; now he was seldom carried away in conversation and knew how to listen so that people readily told him their most intimate secrets.
You, who have suffered so from the French, do not even feel animosity toward them.
Pierre had evoked the passionate affection of the Italian merely by evoking the best side of his nature and taking a pleasure in so doing.
And Pierre decided that the steward's proposals which had so pleased him were wrong and that he must go to Petersburg and settle his wife's affairs and must rebuild in Moscow.
Within a week Moscow already had fifteen thousand inhabitants, in a fortnight twenty-five thousand, and so on.
When was he going to Petersburg and would he mind taking a parcel for someone?--he replied: "Yes, perhaps," or, "I think so," and so on.
"Yes," she said, looking at his altered face after he had kissed her hand, "so this is how we meet again.
I was so glad to hear of your safety.
This stern, thin, pale face that looks so much older!
Why had such a splendid boy, so full of life, to die?
With all his soul he had always sought one thing--to be perfectly good--so he could not be afraid of death.
So he did soften?...
At that moment of emotional tenderness young Nicholas' face, which resembled his father's, affected Pierre so much that when he had kissed the boy he got up quickly, took out his handkerchief, and went to the window.
No, Natasha and I sometimes don't go to sleep till after two, so please don't go.
It did me so much good to tell all about it today.
"I understand why he" (Prince Andrew) "liked no one so much as him," said Princess Mary.
Evidently it has to be so, said he to himself, and hastily undressing he got into bed, happy and agitated but free from hesitation or indecision.
So what are your orders?
He stayed so long that Princess Mary and Natasha exchanged glances, evidently wondering when he would go.
"So you are going to Petersburg tomorrow?" she asked.
I don't know when I began to love her, but I have loved her and her alone all my life, and I love her so that I cannot imagine life without her.
"Yes, I think so," said Princess Mary with a smile.
The happiness before him appeared so inconceivable that if only he could attain it, it would be the end of all things.
"I may have appeared strange and queer then," he thought, "but I was not so mad as I seemed.
"Can she have loved my brother so little as to be able to forget him so soon?" she thought when she reflected on the change.
The reawakened power of life that had seized Natasha was so evidently irrepressible and unexpected by her that in her presence Princess Mary felt that she had no right to reproach her even in her heart.
Natasha gave herself up so fully and frankly to this new feeling that she did not try to hide the fact that she was no longer sad, but bright and cheerful.
I do not know why a certain event occurs; I think that I cannot know it; so I do not try to know it and I talk about chance.
Innumerable so-called chances accompany him everywhere.
Again so-called chance accompanies him.
It is not Napoleon who prepares himself for the accomplishment of his role, so much as all those round him who prepare him to take on himself the whole responsibility for what is happening and has to happen.
Not only is he great, but so are his ancestors, his brothers, his stepsons, and his brothers-in-law.
And when he is ready so too are the forces.
But suddenly instead of those chances and that genius which hitherto had so consistently led him by an uninterrupted series of successes to the predestined goal, an innumerable sequence of inverse chances occur--from the cold in his head at Borodino to the sparks which set Moscow on fire, and the frosts--and instead of genius, stupidity and immeasurable baseness become evident.
Any guard might arrest him, but by strange chance no one does so and all rapturously greet the man they cursed the day before and will curse again a month later.
And so it is with the purpose of historic characters and nations.
It was just when the count's affairs had become so involved that it was impossible to say what would happen if he lived another year that he unexpectedly died.
She is so kind and Mamma is so fond of her!
With Mademoiselle Bourienne's help the princess had maintained the conversation very well, but at the very last moment, just when he rose, she was so tired of talking of what did not interest her, and her mind was so full of the question why she alone was granted so little happiness in life, that in a fit of absent-mindedness she sat still, her luminous eyes gazing fixedly before her, not noticing that he had risen.
"I had come so near to you... and to all your family that I thought you would not consider my sympathy misplaced, but I was mistaken," and suddenly her voice trembled.
I have had so little happiness in life that every loss is hard for me to bear....
In another three years, by 1820, he had so managed his affairs that he was able to buy a small estate adjoining Bald Hills and was negotiating to buy back Otradnoe--that being his pet dream.
Having started farming from necessity, he soon grew so devoted to it that it became his favorite and almost his sole occupation.
He was as careful of the sowing and reaping of the peasants' hay and corn as of his own, and few landowners had their crops sown and harvested so early and so well, or got so good a return, as did Nicholas.
When a decision had to be taken regarding a domestic serf, especially if one had to be punished, he always felt undecided and consulted everybody in the house; but when it was possible to have a domestic serf conscripted instead of a land worker he did so without the least hesitation.
Countess Mary was jealous of this passion of her husband's and regretted that she could not share it; but she could not understand the joys and vexations he derived from that world, to her so remote and alien.
She seemed to be fond not so much of individuals as of the family as a whole.
Nicholas and his wife lived together so happily that even Sonya and the old countess, who felt jealous and would have liked them to disagree, could find nothing to reproach them with; but even they had their moments of antagonism.
Tomorrow I shall have to suffer, so today I'll go and rest.
"Mary, dear, I think he is asleep--he was so tired," said Sonya, meeting her in the large sitting room (it seemed to Countess Mary that she crossed her path everywhere).
As she listened to it she saw before her his smooth handsome forehead, his mustache, and his whole face, as she had so often seen it in the stillness of the night when he slept.
It seems to be that you can't love me, that I am so plain... always... and now... in this cond...
So you're not angry with me?
A thought had occurred to him and so it belonged to her also.
You should have seen her ecstasy, and how he caught it for having stayed away so long.
"I should never, never have believed that one could be so happy," she whispered to herself.
She had grown stouter and broader, so that it was difficult to recognize in this robust, motherly woman the slim, lively Natasha of former days.
"Only she lets her love of her husband and children overflow all bounds," said the countess, "so that it even becomes absurd."
She gave it up just because it was so powerfully seductive.
The subject which wholly engrossed Natasha's attention was her family: that is, her husband whom she had to keep so that he should belong entirely to her and to the home, and the children whom she had to bear, bring into the world, nurse, and bring up.
During that fortnight of anxiety Natasha resorted to the baby for comfort so often, and fussed over him so much, that she overfed him and he fell ill.
So the boy also was happy that Pierre had arrived.
He felt that his way of life had now been settled once for all till death and that to change it was not in his power, and so that way of life proved economical.
She had to eat, sleep, think, speak, weep, work, give vent to her anger, and so on, merely because she had a stomach, a brain, muscles, nerves, and a liver.
She cried as a child does, because her nose had to be cleared, and so on.
Just as she needed to work off her spleen so she had sometimes to exercise her still-existing faculty of thinking--and the pretext for that was a game of patience.
But those glances expressed something more: they said that she had played her part in life, that what they now saw was not her whole self, that we must all become like her, and that they were glad to yield to her, to restrain themselves for this once precious being formerly as full of life as themselves, but now so much to be pitied.
When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so--though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: High time, my dear, high time!
And so he thought it necessary to take an interest in these things and to question Pierre.
Everybody sees that things are going so badly that they cannot be allowed to go on so and that it is the duty of all decent men to counteract it as far as they can.
"Yes, I think so," he said reluctantly, and left the study.
For a long time he was silent, as if astonished, then he jumped out of bed, ran to me in his shirt, and sobbed so that I could not calm him for a long time.
They were for the most part quite insignificant trifles, but did not seem so to the mother or to the father either, now that he read this diary about his children for the first time.
He had none, but looked so unhappily and greedily at the others while they were eating!
Perhaps it need not be done so pedantically, thought Nicholas, or even done at all, but this untiring, continual spiritual effort of which the sole aim was the children's moral welfare delighted him.
What business was it of mine when I married and was so deep in debt that I was threatened with prison, and had a mother who could not see or understand it?
Natasha was so used to this kind of talk with her husband that for her it was the surest sign of something being wrong between them if Pierre followed a line of logical reasoning.
In saying this Natasha was sincere in acknowledging Mary's superiority, but at the same time by saying it she made a demand on Pierre that he should, all the same, prefer her to Mary and to all other women, and that now, especially after having seen many women in Petersburg, he should tell her so afresh.
"Mary is so splendid," she said.
So you say ideas are an amusement to him....
"Ah, I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you met the children," said Natasha.
But I succeeded in uniting them all; and then my idea is so clear and simple.
Can a man so important and necessary to society be also my husband?
Judging by what he had said there was no one he had respected so highly as Platon Karataev.
And for some reason he went to kill Africans, and killed them so well and was so cunning and wise that when he returned to France he ordered everybody to obey him, and they all obeyed him.
And the exile, separated from the beloved France so dear to his heart, died a lingering death on that rock and bequeathed his great deeds to posterity.
All that may be so and mankind is ready to agree with it, but it is not what was asked.
So the historians of this class, by mutually destroying one another's positions, destroy the understanding of the force which produces events, and furnish no reply to history's essential question.
This condition is never observed by the universal historians, and so to explain the resultant forces they are obliged to admit, in addition to the insufficient components, another unexplained force affecting the resultant action.
A third class of historians--the so-called historians of culture-- following the path laid down by the universal historians who sometimes accept writers and ladies as forces producing events--again take that force to be something quite different.
Undoubtedly some relation exists between all who live contemporaneously, and so it is possible to find some connection between the intellectual activity of men and their historical movements, just as such a connection may be found between the movements of humanity and commerce, handicraft, gardening, or anything else you please.
As gold is gold only if it is serviceable not merely for exchange but also for use, so universal historians will be valuable only when they can reply to history's essential question: what is power?
We are so accustomed to that idea and have become so used to it that the question: why did six hundred thousand men go to fight when Napoleon uttered certain words, seems to us senseless.
He had the power and so what he ordered was done.
And so these historians also see and admit historical events which are exceptions to the theory.
If the whole activity of the leaders serves as the expression of the people's will, as some historians suppose, then all the details of the court scandals contained in the biographies of a Napoleon or a Catherine serve to express the life of the nation, which is evident nonsense; but if it is only some particular side of the activity of an historical leader which serves to express the people's life, as other so-called "philosophical" historians believe, then to determine which side of the activity of a leader expresses the nation's life, we have first of all to know in what the nation's life consists.
So say the third class of historians who regard all historical persons, from monarchs to journalists, as the expression of their age.
Today he ordered such and such papers to be written to Vienna, to Berlin, and to Petersburg; tomorrow such and such decrees and orders to the army, the fleet, the commissariat, and so on and so on--millions of commands, which formed a whole series corresponding to a series of events which brought the French armies into Russia.
So that examining the relation in time of the commands to the events, we find that a command can never be the cause of the event, but that a certain definite dependence exists between the two.
Every army is composed of lower grades of the service--the rank and file--of whom there are always the greatest number; of the next higher military rank--corporals and noncommissioned officers of whom there are fewer, and of still-higher officers of whom there are still fewer, and so on to the highest military command which is concentrated in one person.
A military organization may be quite correctly compared to a cone, of which the base with the largest diameter consists of the rank and file; the next higher and smaller section of the cone consists of the next higher grades of the army, and so on to the apex, the point of which will represent the commander-in-chief.
The man who worked most with his hands could not think so much about what he was doing, or reflect on or command what would result from the common activity; while the man who commanded more would evidently work less with his hands on account of his greater verbal activity.
People ceased to kill one another, and this event was accompanied by its justification in the necessity for a centralization of power, resistance to Europe, and so on.
Men went from the west to the east killing their fellow men, and the event was accompanied by phrases about the glory of France, the baseness of England, and so on.
How is it that millions of men commit collective crimes--make war, commit murder, and so on?
He feels that however impossible it may be, it is so, for without this conception of freedom not only would he be unable to understand life, but he would be unable to live for a single moment.
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.
So that the greater the conception of necessity the smaller the conception of freedom and vice versa.
The Austro-Prussian war appears to us undoubtedly the result of the crafty conduct of Bismarck, and so on.
But I am not now abstaining from doing so at the first moment when I asked the question.
But even if--imagining a man quite exempt from all influences, examining only his momentary action in the present, unevoked by any cause--we were to admit so infinitely small a remainder of inevitability as equaled zero, we should even then not have arrived at the conception of complete freedom in man, for a being uninfluenced by the external world, standing outside of time and independent of cause, is no longer a man.
(3) However accessible may be the chain of causation of any action, we shall never know the whole chain since it is endless, and so again we never reach absolute inevitability.
But besides this, even if, admitting the remaining minimum of freedom to equal zero, we assumed in some given case--as for instance in that of a dying man, an unborn babe, or an idiot--complete absence of freedom, by so doing we should destroy the very conception of man in the case we are examining, for as soon as there is no freedom there is also no man.
And so the conception of the action of a man subject solely to the law of inevitability without any element of freedom is just as impossible as the conception of a man's completely free action.
And as the undefinable essence of the force moving the heavenly bodies, the undefinable essence of the forces of heat and electricity, or of chemical affinity, or of the vital force, forms the content of astronomy, physics, chemistry, botany, zoology, and so on, just in the same way does the force of free will form the content of history.
So also in history what is known to us we call laws of inevitability, what is unknown we call free will.
As in the question of astronomy then, so in the question of history now, the whole difference of opinion is based on the recognition or nonrecognition of something absolute, serving as the measure of visible phenomena.
So far her prayers had been unanswered.
Even so, she had accepted it in her mind to a degree.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
Almost everyone else had already left, so Katie and Mary volunteered to help.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
But you're so warm.
I'm so glad I have you.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
It will be so much fun to work on it with Jonathan and Destiny.
So you could pretend it didn't bother you?
No, so I could get over it.
So why should we listen to what they call normal?
Thank you so much for helping, Jonathan.
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
I thought you needed to sleep longer because you were working so hard getting ready.
"I have been so excited since father said you were coming!" she said to Alex, but her eyes included Carmen.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
That's what you get for waiting so long.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
I think it is so cute the way you two flirt with each other.
They swelled and blended smoothly - and that flat tummy was so masculine.
Alfonso looked to be a year or so older than Jonathan.
"Do you eat so good?" he persisted.
Never had she seen Alex so hostile - not even with Josh.
Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.
The conductor helped her off the car and then the engineer started his train again, so that it puffed and groaned and moved slowly away up the track.
So he moved the cars slowly and with caution.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
How long this state of things continued Dorothy could not even guess, she was so greatly bewildered.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
Here and there were groups of houses that seemed made of clear glass, because they sparkled so brightly.
"Oh, I'm not so sure of that," replied the girl.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.
So, with a snort and a neigh and a whisk of his short tail he trotted off the roof into the air and at once began floating downward to the street.
Now was the Wizard's turn, so he smiled upon the assemblage and asked:
Dorothy and Zeb now got out of the buggy and walked beside the Prince, so that they might see and examine the flowers and plants better.
He won't need to destroy ME, for if I don't get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
She was not at all heavy, so the Wizard and Dorothy managed to lift her gently to the ground.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.
I wonder why it is that we can walk so easily in the air.
"If that is so," said the boy, "how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?"
"I should say so!" grunted another of the piglets, looking uneasily at the kitten; "cats are cruel things."
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
The only bait he could find was a bright red blossom from a flower; but he knew fishes are easy to fool if anything bright attracts their attention, so he decided to try the blossom.
So the Wizard went in to him.
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake.
"And they have no hearts; so they can't love anyone – not even themselves," declared the boy.
So they went down to greet the beautiful vegetable lady, who said to them:
"Oh, you cannot go away, of course; so you must be destroyed," was the answer.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
Eureka helped him by flying into the faces of the enemy and scratching and biting furiously, and the kitten ruined so many vegetable complexions that the Mangaboos feared her as much as they did the horse.
So she ran along over their heads until she had left them far behind and below and had come to the city and the House of the Sorcerer.
So he carried the lantern back for quite a distance, while Dorothy and the Wizard followed at his side.
I didn't know this mountain was so tall.
"It wouldn't be so bad," remarked the Wizard, gazing around him, "if we were obliged to live here always.
The fruit was so daintily colored and so fragrant, and looked so appetizing and delicious that Dorothy stopped and exclaimed:
"It's good, anyway," said Zeb, "or those little rascals wouldn't have gobbled it up so greedily."
"So I see, my dear," answered another voice, soft and womanly.
"They walled us up in a mountain," continued the Wizard; "but we found there was a tunnel through to this side, so we came here.
We have seen no people since we arrived, so we came to this house to enquire our way.
"So could I," added Zeb.
As he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm.
"I believe so, my lad," replied the braided man.
On peering out all they could see was rolling banks of clouds, so thick that they obscured all else.
So the piglets will be perfectly safe, hereafter, as far as I am concerned.
Then he halted, ducked down and began to back up, so that he nearly fell with the buggy onto the others.
Unhitch those tugs, Zeb, and set me free from the buggy, so I can fight comfortably.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
Before this crowned Gargoyle had recovered himself Zeb had wound a strap several times around its body, confining its wings and arms so that it could not move.
So the horse gave a groan, flopped its four wings all together, and flew away from the platform.
But they knew now that there was a means of escape and so waited patiently until the path appeared for the second time.
Zeb was also escorted to a room--so grand and beautiful that he almost feared to sit in the chairs or lie upon the bed, lest he might dim their splendor.
That was why the people were so glad to see you, and why they thought from your initials that you were their rightful ruler.
So let us cease this talk of skull crushing and converse upon more pleasant subjects.
So don't let us keep it waiting a single minute.
This act he repeated until all of the nine tiny piglets were visible, and they were so glad to get out of his pocket that they ran around in a very lively manner.
But although the Munchkin was hardly tall enough to come to Zeb's shoulder he was so strong and clever that he laid the boy three times on his back with apparent ease.
So they unharnessed Jim and took the saddle off the Sawhorse, and the two queerly matched animals were stood side by side for the start.
So, through the night, Paul Revere rode toward Concord.
They say she has a family of young wolves up there; and that is why she kills so many lambs.
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
Sometimes the new technology so overwhelms the old that when looking back, we explain the old technology in terms of the new.
So the physical mechanisms have been serially transformed, yet the law has never hiccupped.
Though it isn't so much a time as a state of mind, historians plot the Renaissance as moving around Europe for a couple of centuries.
So when doubters scoff—There's art on YouTube?—I say yes.
This made me so angry at times that I kicked and screamed until I was exhausted.
My father made holes in these so that I could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented.
During the whole trip I did not have one fit of temper, there were so many things to keep my mind and fingers busy.
A day or two afterward I was stringing beads of different sizes in symmetrical groups--two large beads, three small ones, and so on.
Nothing delighted me so much as this game.
She introduced dry technicalities of science little by little, making every subject so real that I could not help remembering what she taught.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?
We may waive just so much care of ourselves as we honestly bestow elsewhere.
So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change.
And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them.
Headquarters are so full of Germans that a Russian cannot exist and there is no sense in anything.
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
But hardly had he done so before he felt the bed rocking backwards and forwards beneath him as if it were breathing heavily and jolting.
Everything that reminded him of his past was repugnant to him, and so in his relations with that former circle he confined himself to trying to do his duty and not to be unfair.
In this question he saw subtle cunning, as men of his type see cunning in everything, so he frowned and did not answer immediately.
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.
I love you so much.
He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
We can only do so much.
It wasn't so bad.
It's all so... busy.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
We consider ourselves very beautiful in appearance, for mother has told us so, and she knows.
Its wooden legs moved so fast that their twinkling could scarcely be seen, and although so much smaller than the cab-horse it covered the ground much faster.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
Lubomirski, Bronnitski, Wlocki, and the others of that group stirred up so much trouble that Barclay, under pretext of sending papers to the Emperor, dispatched these Polish adjutants general to Petersburg and plunged into an open struggle with Bennigsen and the Tsarevich.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
Very possibly the theater of war will move so near to us that...
Folks,' she says, 'are all gone, so why,' she says, 'don't we go?'
So we're in force, it seems....
So tell them that I shall await a reply till the tenth, and if by the tenth I don't receive news that they have all got away I shall have to throw up everything and come myself to Bald Hills.
At such times Dorothy, Zeb and the Wizard all pushed behind, and lifted the wheels over the roughest places; so they managed, by dint of hard work, to keep going.
So you must be careful not to spend these foolishly.
This makes sense, so she spends her last $2000 in savings to buy ads.
There was a rustling among the crowd and it again subsided, so that Pierre distinctly heard the pleasantly human voice of the Emperor saying with emotion:
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.
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.
The prince's tone was so calm and confident that Princess Mary unhesitatingly believed him.
We've been away for a long time, you know, and so we're anxious to get home again.