"I couldn't be here if it wasn't," she said.
It had to be the new baby.
I just want it to be healthy.
But not a single person appeared to be in the room.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
"Does it hurt to be invisible?" she asked.
It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion.
"Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna.
There would be no selective reduction.
This would be the only attempt they would make.
In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.
This might be the most difficult decision she would ever make.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
For the next three days the clinic would be closed.
She would soon be ready for Jonathan to ride.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
But the foes were too many to be repulsed for long.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
"We must be nearly as high as the six colored suns, by this time," said Dorothy.
"It wouldn't be so bad," remarked the Wizard, gazing around him, "if we were obliged to live here always.
Two childish voices laughed merrily at this action, and Dorothy was sure they were in no danger among such light-hearted folks, even if those folks couldn't be seen.
We who live here much prefer to be invisible; for we can still hug and kiss one another, and are quite safe from the bears.
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
The children were inclined to be frightened by the sight of the small animal, which reminded them of the bears; but Dorothy reassured them by explaining that Eureka was a pet and could do no harm even if she wished to.
"The Valley of Voe is certainly a charming place," resumed the Wizard; "but we cannot be contented in any other land than our own, for long."
Our greatest Champion, Overman-Anu, once climbed the spiral stairway and fought nine days with the Gargoyles before he could escape them and come back; but he could never be induced to describe the dreadful creatures, and soon afterward a bear caught him and ate him up.
"But we would be drowned!" exclaimed the girl.
On the river, however, the adventurers seemed to be perfectly safe.
"That is true," agreed the Wizard, "and as the river seems to be flowing in the direction of the Pyramid Mountain it will be the easiest way for us to travel."
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
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.
If I should squeeze one, there wouldn't be anything left of it.
In the open space between the clouds and the black, bubbling sea far beneath, could be seen an occasional strange bird winging its way swiftly through the air.
"To be sure," said the other.
Once you have tried my goods I am sure you will never be without them.
So the piglets will be perfectly safe, hereafter, as far as I am concerned.
Let us all be a happy family and love one another.
"The Country of the Gurgles can't be far from the top of the earth," remarked Dorothy.
There was no sound to be heard anywhere throughout the country.
"There's going to be trouble, I'm sure," remarked the horse.
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.
These revolvers are good for six shots each, but when those are gone we shall be helpless.
As they had no wings the strangers could not fly away, and if they jumped down from such a height they would surely be killed.
"As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it?" asked Dorothy.
"This seems to be their time of rest," observed the Wizard.
They all looked around, but the kitten was no place to be seen.
"But how would it help us to be able to fly?" questioned the girl.
So, if we had the wings, and could escape the Gargoyles, we might fly to that rock and be saved.
"Be careful," cautioned Dorothy, earnestly.
These preparations had not consumed a great deal of time, but the sleeping Gargoyles were beginning to wake up and move around, and soon some of them would be hunting for their missing wings.
But come, my children; let us explore the mountain and discover which way we must go in order to escape from this cavern, which is getting to be almost as hot as a bake-oven.
We hope to grow to be dragons some day, but just now we're only dragonettes.
To be sure, when we can get them.
But they've been very scarce for a few years and we usually have to be content with elephants or buffaloes, answered the creature, in a regretful tone.
"I should think she would be," agreed Dorothy.
We don't wish to be eaten by such awful beasts.
"You may be right," replied the Wizard, "but we're a little particular about associating with strangers.
For, if we told you truly, you might escape us altogether; and if we told you an untruth we would be naughty and deserve to be punished.
"It is possible," agreed the Wizard, "if this proves to be the path she usually takes.
For my part, if we manage to get out of here I'll be glad it isn't the way the dragon goes.
It wouldn't be possible for even me to get up to that crack--or through it if I got there.
"I could if I happened to be a real wizard," returned the master sadly.
All I need do is to wish you with me, and there you'll be--safe in the royal palace!
Let us be ready, for we may be sent for any minute.
"Yes," said the soldier; "but I shaved them off long ago, and since then I have risen from a private to be the Chief General of the Royal Armies."
In the closets he discovered many fancy costumes of rich velvets and brocades, and one of the attendants told him to dress himself in any of the clothes that pleased him and to be prepared to dine with the Princess and Dorothy in an hour's time.
Many years before you came here this Land was united under one Ruler, as it is now, and the Ruler's name was always 'Oz,' which means in our language 'Great and Good'; or, if the Ruler happened to be a woman, her name was always 'Ozma.'
You shall be the Official Wizard of my kingdom, and be treated with every respect and consideration.
Everybody lives in peace here, and loves everybody else; and unless you two, Billina and Eureka, make up and be friends, I'll take my Magic Belt and wish you both home again, IMMEJITLY.
Then they told him dinner would be served directly and he replied that they could not serve it too quickly to suit his convenience.
But a rickety wooden thing like you has no right to be alive.
"Oh, I cannot hope ever to be like you," sighed the Sawhorse.
To be called beautiful was a novelty in his experience.
"How did you happen to be shod with gold?" he asked.
In the forest he would be thought ungainly, because his face is stretched out and his neck is uselessly long.
After breakfast Ozma announced that she had ordered a holiday to be observed throughout the Emerald City, in honor of her visitors.
In the afternoon there were to be games and races.
In the afternoon they all went to a great field outside the city gates where the games were to be held.
Such a race would not be fair.
The first one that passes the place where the Princess sits shall be named the winner.
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.
"I ought to be a fairy," grumbled Jim, as he slowly drew the buggy home; "for to be just an ordinary horse in a fairy country is to be of no account whatever.
Several days of festivity and merry-making followed, for such old friends did not often meet and there was much to be told and talked over between them, and many amusements to be enjoyed in this delightful country.
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.
"Don't be impudent, Eureka," admonished Dorothy.
And the Woggle-Bug shall be the Public Accuser, because he is so learned that no one can deceive him.
"There ought to be several animals on the jury," said Ozma, "because animals understand each other better than we people understand them.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
And we know the thing is true, because since the time of that interview there is no piglet to be found anywhere.
If you can prove I'm guilty, I'll be willing to die nine times, but a mind's eye is no proof, because the Woggle-Bug has no mind to see with.
Would such a gentle animal be guilty of eating a fellow creature?
Tell them it would be foolish for me to eat the piglet, because I had sense enough to know it would raise a row if I did.
But don't try to make out I'm too innocent to eat a fat piglet if I could do it and not be found out.
"Your Highness," said he, "see how easy it is for a jury to be mistaken.
"I refuse to be free," cried the kitten, in a sharp voice, "unless the Wizard can do his trick with eight piglets.
"Don't be foolish," advised the Tin Woodman, "or you may be sorry for it."
This cannot be the one the Wizard gave me.
So, if you can find a way to fix it, we'll be much obliged to you.
"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."
I think this is the loveliest country in the world; but not being fairies Jim and I feel we ought to be where we belong--and that's at the ranch.
"I cannot think of leaving these little things here to be trampled upon," said the general.
We must not be late.
So you must be careful not to spend these foolishly.
Benjamin Franklin lived to be a very old man, but he never forgot that lesson.
When he had finished, he bowed, and waited, hoping that he would be rewarded.
They wished to be ready to defend themselves, if the soldiers should try to do them harm.
He was very proud to think of this, and he wished that he might grow up to be like them.
"Mother," he would say, "do not be afraid.
But don't be afraid.
He could see a green open space just beyond; and then the woods seemed to be thicker and darker.
How proud mamma will be of her brave boy!
They could be seen very plainly, for here the ground was quite muddy.
It was no fun to be pulled over the sharp stones in that way; but it was better than to be bitten by the wolf.
There were no balls of fire to be seen now.
Putnam stayed in the cave so long that his friends began to be alarmed.
"Do you think there will be a battle?" asked the blacksmith.
To- day will decide whether Richard or Henry shall be king of England.
King Richard will be impatient.
His enemy, Henry, who wished to be king, was pressing him hard.
Without his help they would soon be beaten.
The only place I could put you would be in the barn.
A farmer is as good as any other man; and where there's no room for a farmer, there can be no room for me.
"I should like to be a sailor," said George Washington.
They said that a bright boy like George would not long be a common sailor.
He agreed to take the boy with him and teach him how to be a good sailor.
If he begins as a common sailor, he will never be anything else.
Bondone was surprised when Cimabue offered to take his little boy to Florence and teach him to be a great painter.
"I will leave it till morning," he said; "then the light will be better."
He expected to be punished.
So he painted a beautiful picture which seemed to be covered with a curtain.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
It may be that the hand of the Lord is in this.
He was not old enough to be a soldier, but he could be a scout--and a good scout he was.
"Come with us," they said, "and we will teach you that the king's soldiers are not to be trifled with."
The slim, tall boy seemed to grow taller, as he answered, "I'll not be the servant of any Englishman that ever lived."
He deserves to be treated as a gentleman.
His father hoped that Daniel would grow up to be a wise and famous man.
So it was decided that the boy should go to some school where he might be prepared for college.
And so we will keep the game going till it is time for school to be dismissed.
"What will the punishment be, Mr. Johnson?" asked a bold, bad boy.
And so the fun went on until the clock showed that it lacked only ten minutes till school would be dismissed.
Then all became very good and very careful, for no one wished to be standing at the time of dismissal.
They knew that the master would be as good as his word.
Could it be possible that he would receive that thrashing?
The boys looked at her and wondered if the master would really be as good as his word.
The tables were to be laden with all kinds of food.
There was to be music and dancing; and Cyrus was to invite as many guests as he chose.
King Astyages did not know whether to be pleased or displeased.
The king also wondered why this man, who was his favorite, should be so slighted.
"I shall be glad to see what you can do," he said.
Tomorrow, you shall be the king's cupbearer.
He does not drink merely to be drinking.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
It would be a long journey and a dangerous one.
Be always brave and truthful, said his father.
"You are a brave lad to be joking with robbers" said the man; and he also hurried on to a more promising field.
In those days, people had not learned to be kind to their enemies.
Then we may be sure that he will never trouble us again.
The rulers of the city met to decide what should be done with the corn.
Let it be a free gift to them from the city.
There seemed to be no way to escape the anger of this furious man.
His heart will be hard indeed if he can refuse his mother and his wife.
For a long time his wife begged him to be merciful.
Then there will be no one to tell tales.
You must either jump overboard into the sea or be slain with your own sword.
At Christmas time he scattered crumbs of bread under the trees, so that the tiny creatures could feast and be happy.
So, do not be ungrateful, but sing His praises and thank Him for his goodness toward you.
When the darkness came, they too began to be alarmed.
"No use to make laws," said another, "for they will never be needed."
"This may be the last great day," he said.
Let the candles be lighted.
"I would rather live alone on a desert island than be a sailor on this ship," he said.
"It shall be done," answered the captain.
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
There were pigs and goats on the island, and plenty of fish could be caught from the shore.
"If I ever have the good fortune to escape from this island," he said, "I will be kind and obliging to every one.
"Oh, I wish I could be a sailor!" he said.
He thought how grand it would be to sail and sail on the wide blue sea.
He thought how pleasant it would be to visit strange countries and see strange peoples.
"No, no, I am going to be a sailor; I am going to see the world" he said.
I am going to be a sailor and nothing else.
Every day there is much work to be done.
It was Carl's duty to sit outside of the king's bedroom and be ready to serve him at any time.
Be faithful to the king and do your duty._
"Be brave, and defend your king with your lives," said their mother.
My wife will be delighted with it.
I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your turkey, if you will allow me.
Judge Marshall carried the turkey simply because he wished to be kind and obliging.
I think there ought to be some better way of moving a boat.
"Well, I can make some oars," said Robert; "but I think there ought to be still another and a better way.
The rod was bent in the middle so that it could be turned as with a crank.
He kept on, planning and thinking and working, until at last he succeeded in making a boat with paddle wheels that could be run by steam.
The caliph at once gave orders for the gardener to be brought before him the next day.
Saying this, he ordered that ten gold pieces be given to the merchant in place of those that were lacking.
"We can all be minstrels to-night," said the chief cook.
So he sat there trembling and afraid; for he was a timid, bashful man and did not like to be noticed.
It was for this reason that I left my fellows in the abbey kitchen and came here to be alone.
It must be written down so that people in other places and in other times may hear it read and sung.
It was the wish of his father and mother that every day of his life should be a day of perfect happiness.
So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.
It must be a beautiful and happy place; and I wish to know all about it.
At first he did not see anything that disturbed him; for word had gone before him to remove from sight everything that might be displeasing or painful.
He might be seen every day with a bag of charcoal on his back, carrying it to some of his customers.
"There is to be a great feast at the queen's palace to-night," said the mother."
There will be music and dancing, and many fine people will be there.
The next minute they heard his voice at the door: Be quick, boys, and stir the fire.
Wait till he rests a while, and then he'll be in a better humor.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
She must be very uneasy about you.
But they will be looking for you.
My mother will not be worried.
"Of course she will be glad to know that," said the boy; "but she has no time to bother about me to-night."
A tall man who wore a long red cloak seemed to be the leader of the company.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
"Oh, that will be easy enough," was the answer.
Do you mean that the one with his hat on will be the king?
Be they many or few, you may have all for three pieces of silver.
You were to have all the fish that happened to be in the net and nothing else.
Now the oracle at Delphi was supposed to be very wise.
So the governor sent a messenger to Delphi to ask the oracle what should be done with the tripod.
He taught that men ought to be kind even to their enemies.
He was a poor man and had no wish to be rich.
"It is better to be wise than wealthy," he said.
I should be delighted to own so beautiful a piece of workmanship, but I know I am not worthy.
They told him that it was not for sale, but that it was to be given to the wisest of the wise.
The oracle at Delphi has ordered that it shall be given to the wisest of wise men, and for that reason we have brought it to you.
"Then there is only one other thing to be done," said Solon.
There are the people who hope the future will be better.
Then there are the people who reason the future will be better.
In this book, I maintain the future will be without ignorance, disease, hunger, poverty, and war, and I support those assertions with history, data, and reason.
And you may even—reasonably, optimistically—think it to be quite likely.
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
It is a simple premise and yet, at the same time, an article of faith—a faith that the future would be better than the past.
But nowhere in it was there even a hint that it might not be possible.
People overwhelmingly believed the future would be better, and they were right!
Analysts declared each successive generation might be "the first to have a lower standard of living than their parents."
Hey, someone has to discover penicillin—it might as well be me.
If you have an unwavering commitment to an idea that all things will be good all the time, then that is irrational.
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
The great cathedral Notre Dame de Paris, which was begun before your birth, would not be finished by your death.
And you would be right.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
And while it may not be perfect, life will be profoundly better for everyone on the planet.
Most people haven't even tried because we cannot reasonably imagine a way by which we can be rid of them.
To be perfectly clear, I am not saying the Internet and technology will solve every human ill.
And that that same technology would allow his questions to be spread across Europe, thereby igniting the Protestant Reformation?
And wouldn't that be something?
I make the predictions in this book not to be sensational or controversial.
A wild-eyed, crazed techno-optimist of the nineteenth century concluded that in fifty years there would be a telephone in every town in America.
This will be extremely useful, because the game, as they say, has just changed completely.
All corn used to be "corn on the cob" until canned corn came along.
It took a decade or two for the new medium to be seen in light of itself, not just in terms of what it displaced.
This tendency to only be able to see new technology as an extension of the old is exactly the phenomena we have seen with the Internet.
Because its meaning has to be imputed, we have tended to describe it in terms of prior technologies—which, in many cases, understates its potential by many orders of magnitude.
What's more, the Internet can be a fact checker, post office, Rolodex, Yellow Pages, White Pages, game board, garage sale, university, movie theater, jukebox, matchmaking service, travel agent, photo album, bank, support group ...
When you hear about a new company and your response is, "Why in the world would anyone want to do that?" it will be because there is no offline corollary.
The Internet has no central planning agency deciding what new, cool websites should be made.
I may be connected to other people, but still it is all about me.
She drops $300 on Google ads before realizing it might not be a great fit.
Another friend tells her either member of the couple should be able to instantly remove the couple page when the relationship goes sour.
Early cars tried to be faster and faster, to break the 60 mph barrier.
We don't need our computers to be infinitely fast, just a whole lot faster than they are today.
We don't need bandwidth to be instant, just nearly instant.
Our ability to process data, move information, and make things small will progress to a point where they will not be gating factors ever again.
It must have been quite an exciting time to be alive.
There must be several times that by now.
It turns out we all have a desire to be artists or philosophers or singers or photographers or commentators or reviewers.
It's hard to know what later generations will deem to be art.
I can't tell you which clips will be watched in a century, but I'm certain that some will be.
Actually, I could make guesses, but they might well be spectacularly wrong and a guy doesn't want that haunting him ten years from now.
It can hardly even be called coherent.
It will be a glorious time to be alive, and I believe my children will see it happen.
It would not be the first time, or the last, that ignorance in the world exacted a high price.
In fact, the book could survive for centuries, as could new perfect copies of the book, and thus the ideas could be distributed.
We will finally be able to build an oracle, and we will use that tool, that collection of life experiences, to optimize our own lives.
But even if I had a robot that knew everything, I couldn't really say, "Tell me every custom they have here" and be fully informed.
I would need the robot to be able to proactively offer suggestions.
By "the end of ignorance," I mean a world where everyone everywhere will be able to go through life making wise decisions based on near-perfect information.
This would be very useful: No more struggling to remember what you promised the client you would deliver by Friday; you just look up the transcript.
A contest awhile back called for people to speculate what would be the best device to hook up to the Internet.
Remember the notion that the Internet wouldn't turn out to be only for one purpose—that while my car is clearly for taking me places, the Internet won't be for doing one single task, but many?
That said, if I had to pick one function I think the Internet will turn out to "be," it is this: The Internet will become a repository and a set of applications for storing the sum total of all life experiences of all people on earth.
It will be the collective memory and experience of the planet.
We are talking about a setting to your Digital Echo file that says, "Information that isn't tied to me personally can be contributed to pools of rolled-up data."
Of course, privacy protection will be key.
And they will see how this information will be used to better the lives of other people in very real ways.
We will be completely insulated from the collecting and researching of data so that we can focus entirely on turning data into knowledge.
Instead of science proceeding at the slow speed of time, the only limit on its progress will be processor speed—and those two speeds hardly can be compared.
Imagine what can be culled from this data.
Every sale from the point the robot was turned on to when the sun finally burns out will be perfectly remembered.
More and more data about each customer will be available.
Because of Moore's Law, computers will get faster and storage will be cheaper.
Once we get the problem off our "to-do list" and stick it onto the computer's, we largely will be done.
Once that is achieved, the sort of event that will happen is: You will be online to order, say, a replacement water filter, and the suggestion engine will propose that along with the filter, you might like to buy ... a pogo stick.
But it would be eerily, astonishingly, mind-blowingly accurate.
Machines will never, in my opinion, be able to be creative.
These guidebooks are lists of people who live in that area who would be willing to meet you for coffee.
And from every experience they have had in their lives, we would be able to infer what was successful and what was not successful.
It would be the seminal accomplishment of humanity.
It will look at all this and a million other factors that would seem to be unrelated.
You may be thinking that choosing the right place to eat Italian food doesn't constitute wisdom in a King Solomon kind of way.
This gives me confidence that, in the wisdom-seeking systems of the future, people will be willing to share data to make the algorithms better.
Don't get me wrong: Privacy issues in the future will be thorny to work through.
These will be waters to navigate carefully, in order to make sure that the right to privacy, a cornerstone of a free society, is not destroyed.
The future system I foresee will not be different in substance, but only in degree.
What will change is the amount of data that will be recorded, the speed of the processors, and the cost of storage and computation.
The idea was that it would be great to make machines that behaved like us and, through that, we could harness their abilities.
The amount of data stored is so vast that even if we put a number on it, it would be beyond our comprehension.
In a profound way, our lives will be better.
What we do with it has yet to be written.
But in a world where great wisdom is available to everyone, the end of ignorance will be within our grasp.
Bubonic plague, to be sure, is a disease.
But at times in history, left-handedness was thought to be a malady in need of curing (and in some parts of the world still is).
We simply don't understand how it can be so.
Can that be prevented?
All genetic conditions that one would reasonably wish to alter would also be altered.
Regarding disorders and disabilities: We should be able to repair, heal, or replace any part of the body not functioning at the level the person with the disability reasonably wishes it to.
Likewise for mental illnesses: We should be able to cure them to the extent the person in question would wish them to be.
Does this have to be the case?
I do not know and certainly don't want to try to prove to you that the future will be like that.
In addition, images engraved in walls of what appear to be people infected with polio are found in Egypt dating back to at least 1400 BC.
In 1916, the number of cases just in New York City was reported to be nine thousand.
In 1921, a dozen years before he would be sworn in as president, Franklin Roosevelt was diagnosed with polio.
So if its person-to-person transmission can be interrupted, it truly can be eradicated from the planet.
An Englishwoman who saw the process in Turkey in the early 1700s brought it back to England, where it was proven to be effective.
Jenner reasoned that the pox contracted by dairymaids could be used to impart immunity to others.
Every day, we seem to be getting better at distributing medical resources and information.
If my reasoning elsewhere in this book is correct, we are moving toward a future where there will be nothing but healthy, well-developed, rich countries with modern infrastructure.
And as population rises, education rises, health rises, and wealth rises, more and more people will be working on these problems.
From that point, medicine would never be the same.
The number of medical patents issued in 2010 was more than fifty thousand, an all-time record—and it almost certainly will be broken next year, then the next, and again the next.
The number of pharmaceutical patents issued in 2010 was also more than fifty thousand—also an all-time record, and also likely to be broken again and again in the years to come.
I think it is likely that the answers to almost all our medical problems could be found in the data we may already be collecting.
Why would that be the case?
Though cases like these are not really how the science will be used, they illustrate the principle.
But the choice will be ours and will be made based on facts.
More and more data will be passively collected.
Once the promise of this world comes to be, new ways will be created to measure even more data.
In such a world, everyone who wants to be a medical scientist can be.
Essentially, we will be able to run as many controlled experiments as we can imagine instantly and for no cost—and that will revolutionize medicine.
You won't be able to identify the other people; you will simply see that 1600 other people seem to have this same corn dog issue.
When the cost of recording all the data is zero, the cost of processing it is zero, and the cost of accessing it zero, then the many sciences, especially human health, will be democratized.
Patterns in crimes will be discovered.
We will be able to examine all kinds of social issues: Why are some areas poorer than others?
But because it can be misused doesn't mean it cannot be used well.
But no one had any idea of the mechanism by which this could be achieved.
Then in the 1940s, another American, Oswald Avery, was able to show, through an ingenious method, that the genetic information had to be carried by the DNA.
Of course, if you wanted to print it out and read it, the stack of paper would be many miles high.
If you and I both had our DNA sequenced and compared the output, the information would be virtually identical.
But every now and then there would be a little difference.
Some of it is known, but the function of each of the thirty thousand genes has to be figured out one at a time.
If people with those conditions get better, information about their treatment can be widely shared with those who have the common genetic factors.
Fourth: We will be able to define illnesses better.
But my guess is that we will be able to do this and even make existing "good" genes perform better.
How can we not be excited about the possibilities this offers?
As access becomes cheaper and better, and the whole world has mobile phones, more information can be delivered to people in remote parts of the world.
Third, pretty much everything we know is published on the Internet and can be found in moments, if not seconds.
Computers can connect to and control highly specialized scientific instruments, and equipment can be accessed remotely.
Complex projects can be carried out on multiple continents through project management tools.
Highly specialized experts are a few keystrokes away and can be hired for just a few minutes or hours at a time.
When medical records leave the paper folders of the doctor's office and become highly standardized, more analysis can be done.
This will likely not ever be perfect, but any insight it can offer us is a gain.
The additional possibility of access to all humans' Digital Echoes, to be studied for a million unnoticed causal correlations, will hasten the demise of disease as well and will increase quality of life and longevity.
To what length can the human lifespan be extended?
Some suspect we can be made to be healthy and energetic to the age of one hundred thirty and that's it.
Biomedical gerontologist Aubrey de Grey maintains that aging is caused by seven underlying factors, each of which can, in theory, be countered.
He predicts that within twenty years, the first person to live to one thousand will be born.
And it really is composed of two separate components that need to be understood in their own right.
How can it be said that trade actually generates wealth?
This is a good thing because it means that high degrees of utility (the economists' word for "happiness") can be achieved with a wide variety of goods.
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
They suggest other products a customer might be interested in.
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 could not be done without the Internet. 8.
This is unprecedented in the history of commerce and could not be done without the Internet. 9.
This could not be done without the Internet. 9.
This could not be done without the Internet. 10.
This could not be done without the Internet.
It requires the labor of thousands to make a pencil, and yet they are so inexpensive as to be almost free.
There is an optimal distribution that can be achieved.
Given perfect information, frictionless markets, and other theoretical impossibilities, a finite amount of utility can be achieved in that way.
Poverty would be no more.
Everyone knows water evaporates, rises, then falls to the earth as rain—but no one can even guess how much energy could be captured from this if we only knew how.
An energy crop could be a permanent forest of trees that convert sunlight to liquid fuel and deliver the fuel directly through their roots to a network of underground pipelines.
If these two advances could be combined, we would have a supply of solar energy that was cheap, abundant, and environmentally benign.
A few such trees in the backyard behind your condo, cabin, or yurt would be enough to satisfy your power requirements.
That is what we expect to be able to do, because it is theoretically possible in a hundred different ways.
Those final nine words stuck in my mind: Since it might be possible, it must be possible.
Here is what I think he meant: If you could see a theoretical possibility for something in physics—"something that might be true"—then given enough time, you eventually could achieve it in reality.
If you could see a way it might be possible, then it must be possible.
However, locked up in ocean water—just suspended in ocean water—may be the equivalent of eight more such cubes.
And beyond that, billions more ounces of gold may be buried beneath the ocean floor.
So hold these thoughts, as we will be returning to them.
He explained to me that with a lawnmower, one person would be able to do the job and eleven men would be unemployed.
As we envision a world where machines do more and more work that people used to do, our minds naturally turn to those who would be displaced by technological advance.
My purpose in this chapter will not be to persuade the reader of any political doctrine of trade; please apply your own political and social values as you see fit.
We are sympathetic to the laid-off workers, but no one would suggest the cotton gin not be installed.
And you could feel good about it; after all, you would be increasing efficiency, not merely acting as a leech to the system.
The business looks at this new country and decides to move there because, from their standpoint, they can save costs and be more efficient.
Now, to explain why I think Chad will be getting a better job anyway.
They form a union and get laws passed that no burgers can be flipped except by a union member.
Any task that could be done a machine is, by definition, dehumanizing to a human being.
If every job that could be done by a machine was done by a machine tomorrow, the standard of living of virtually everyone on the planet would rise.
The number of people who want to be challenged by their work is encouragingly high.
Many tasks in life have to be done.
No machine will ever be an interior decorator.
No machine will be a politician.
No machine will ever be a kindergarten teacher.
Once someone has something, no one should be able to take it from him or her.
If this is not the case, people will not trade their labor for things that can easily or capriciously be taken away. 3.
If there can be a USA, a Germany, and a Japan, then every country can be rich.
The prosperity of some does not require that others be poor.
All the jobs that can, in theory, be done by machines—the jobs that I think suck the life force out of people—will in fact be done by machines.
People play chess, so that object playing the Grand Master must be a person.
Your natural expectation would be that they would talk, at least as well as Scooby does.
But I know of no one who would want to have a conversation with a computer program pretending to be his dog.
But that's because I would be sharing the experience with another human being, and human beings form connections with other human beings.
We have reached the point where many items can only be made by robots.
No human can solder a billion transistors on a computer processor, so your computer needed a robot in order to be built.
I hesitate to start talking about nanotechnology for fear I will not be able to stop—the entire field is amazing to me!
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.
Windows that can't be broken and can switch from opaque to clear.
These robots can be powered by computers capable of performing a billion calculations a second.
They can be connected to sensors whose sensitivity dwarfs anything a human can do.
And they are so cheap as to nearly be free.
That would be like the price of a Mercedes falling from $50,000 to a nickel.
You might be saying, Well, sure.
One would argue that energy costs will remain high.
That could be true, but I don't think so, for reasons laid out in the chapter on scarcity.
The second would be to argue that the cost of materials to build the Mercedes won't fall by a thousandfold.
Innovating will become table stakes just to stay in business, and innovation will be used to lower prices, not to increase them.
I know that sounds preposterous—but only based on our assumptions that the future will be like the past.
Let's continue to explore how it may be radically different.
And remember, it can be obtained both by a plummeting cost and an increasing value of the thing to you.
I think in the future, food will be free.
It will be better than any pan you own today.
But surely a pan that warns you if your house is burning down or your food will kill you has to be worth $200 to you.
Houses will be built by robots using materials not yet invented that are cheaper and more energy efficient.
Labor will fall, material costs will fall, materials will be better, stronger, greener, prettier, lighter, more malleable, and just altogether better.
The house of the future won't just be better than the house you have today.
It will know everyone who is supposed to be in the house and alert you when someone else is in the house (replacing the family dog of old in whom we never fully placed our trust).
It will have windows that cannot be broken and doors that cannot be forced.
Your home will be your castle, and in your castle you will be secure.
It will be self-repairing.
Its walls will be moveable by a professional, so it can be redesigned in a day.
Its windows will darken at your command; its air will be automatically purified.
Your house will not be "smart" insofar as it will not seem alive to you any more than your garage door opener or your web browser does.
As I observed a few pages ago in "Let Robots Be Robots," an intelligent system like this won't be creepy because we do not want it to be creepy.
As I observed a few pages ago in "Let Robots Be Robots," an intelligent system like this won't be creepy because we do not want it to be creepy.
This house will be cheaper to build than a house today and worth vastly more to you for all the cool things it does.
I will be able to change their color.
You would not be the first.
The best way to make a chair, known only by a few craftsmen, would be used to make all the chairs better.
Everything would be better made because the best way to make a thing could be multiplied across all occurrences of the thing.
Of course, I stand to be corrected on many of the specifics.
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.
On balance, this will be a hundredfold increase in productivity.
That can best be understood by studying wealth and poverty in history.
The overall economic output of the planet, GWP (gross world product), will rise dramatically in the years to come, but its distribution will be quite skewed.
In Beverly Hills, your poor neighbor might be one who had to buy the 14K-gold back scratcher instead of the diamond-encrusted platinum one everyone else is buying.
Creditors loan out money worth a lot, only to be repaid in money worth less.
Here I'll make a point which I believe to be a historic constant and to which we will be returning: If property rights of the rich are respected and tax rates, while high, still allow for indefinite gain, then the rich will keep producing.
This might be the adoption of commercial standards as well as the creation and operation of a civil court system and laws.
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?
So, how much in taxes would you be willing to pay?
Well, on the one hand, you would be kind of cheesed-off.
In a world where only one tool is invented, a hoe, there will be no billionaires.
In that world, everyone will be guaranteed a minimum income.
This income will not be regarded as welfare.
It will be regarded as interest payments on the accumulated riches of one thousand years of technical and material progress.
It will be regarded as a dividend of the work of the one hundred prior generations that got the world to this point.
But it really is no different than me thinking it is my birthright to be able to have freedom of speech.
When all the factories run themselves, when energy is free, when scarcity is ended, when material needs are all met, it will be a different world.
Is there a logical end to that—a physical or economic law of some kind that says only 10 percent or 20 percent or 30 percent of people can ever be this wealthy?
As we start heading toward this world without want, there will be sizable disruptions in the normal fabric of life.
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.
To the extent this world is a meritocracy, the most talented will be the movie star and the least talented will be hauling manure.
First, it would be tempting to assume the person hauling manure can only do that, and if that job disappeared he would have no useful skills.
If you were male and born on a farm, you were almost certainly going to be a farmer.
By the time you were fifteen, you learned everything you needed to know to be a good farmer.
By the time your sons were fifteen, they, too, knew everything they needed to know to be a farmer, and it all continued.
The farmers had to learn what it meant to be paid by the hour and to take instructions from supervisors; how to do a task and then the next day, learn a completely new task and do it instead.
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.
It will be regarded as a human right—a dividend for being born a human being, your share of the inheritance that all the prior generations accumulated.
It will not be welfare (or, at least depending on how you define the term, it will not be perceived as welfare).
This pattern suggests freedom from financial want would be bad.
But over time, these dehumanizing jobs are what will be "left behind," not the people who perform them.
The idea of having to "earn a living" will be completely foreign to us.
In the future, all people will be able to follow their passions without regard for market forces.
Now all of a sudden your children are raised in what seems to everyone to be the lap of luxury.
Now everyone wants to be your friend.
It is their right—but it is my belief that these people will be few.
It is contagious and would be even in a uniformly wealthy world.
As we transition from one set of economic realities to another, there will be severe disruptions along the way.
Social structures will change, and the purpose of education will be to learn to reason and find one's passion.
Jobs done by people will be only the ones that require uniquely human capabilities to do.
These jobs can be market jobs that have the potential to make a person vastly richer, creating more and more wealth on the planet.
Or these jobs can be divorced from economic realities, as the struggling painter or actor decides simply to do what he loves and live off the minimum income afforded by this planet-wide prosperity.
And if history is an accurate guide, that wealth will be partially redistributed to the poor—even the poorest of the poor, the bottom billion.
Poverty will be redefined upward until, for all intents and purposes, poverty as we know it today no longer will exist.
So the problem must be that we have stretched the planet past its ability to feed its inhabitants, right?
Hunger can be classified as three different types.
In the modern age of communication and cheap transportation, food can be moved around the planet relatively easily.
This would be the case in a besieged city or a nation using the food supply to keep its citizenry in check.
Structural famine exists when enough food is technically on hand or able to be imported, but some portion of the population is economically separated from it.
The poor, knowing there to be bread but being economically unable to get it, rioted.
Barely a decade earlier, Cleveland, also a Democrat, had said essentially, "Look, the government shouldn't be helping the poor Texans; that's the role of charity."
The thought was that the overseer, being local, would be able to separate the lazy from the truly needy.
The theory was that life in the workhouse had to be worse than life outside the workhouse, otherwise it would be overrun with the poor.
When the economy entered recession, the workhouse conditions had to be worsened more.
De Tocqueville would be impressed.
And one person's solution may be another person's problem.
I take no side other than to be against hunger.
And that can be hard to hear.
Computers, especially computers of the future, will have no trouble handling all the variables that influence nutrition, though there will be millions of them.
But hunger has numerous and complicated causes and can only be eliminated by addressing the chief ones.
They need to be able to irrigate without relying solely on rain.
You can be a subsistence farmer and perhaps produce some excess, but given the prior observation about the fundamental volatility of farming, you will always be at risk of not producing enough.
As nice as it would be for the Japan strategy to work in the developing world, I don't think these countries can count on it.
Indigenous animals are not well-suited to be domesticated and assist in farming.
Stakman had determined that immunity to these diseases, or at least resistance, could be bred into crops.
What would be possible then?
How much more should we be able to with the Internet, computers, and other technology?
It will be a massive, completely automated, robotic facility.
Only the decision making is left to the farmer—but in the near future, the decision making will be done better by computers.
If the farm of the future plugs into the national grid, it will become part of the national food strategy and can be optimized for financial yield for the owners.
How long will it be before the driver controls them remotely from his office?
But the food would not only be produced with maximum efficiency; it would be extremely fresh and very healthy.
In the future, that will be easy.
Instead, it is a large, open-air farm with a robot assigned to make each turnip be all that it can be.
Exportable technology can function around the world.
It would cost a million dollars and not even be as good as a Chevy.
I foresee a day when, on a Sunday afternoon, a family might drive (or actually be driven by their car) out to a farm to see where food comes from.
Maybe it actually will be manufactured.
Long term, we will be better off manufacturing our food as opposed to growing it.
At times, it may be best to just enjoy the meal and not ask too many questions.
First, the technology can be abused and used irresponsibly, like pretty much every other technology in the world.
Food can be optimized according to three factors, broadly speaking: taste, price, and nutrition.
Since one cannot have everything, seed makers invariably will make trade-offs that might be different than what I would make.
UNICEF has said a program that gives children two large doses a year of vitamin A could all but eliminate VAD, although more frequent, smaller doses would be better.
Who could be against children not going blind?
This fuel, he believes, will be vastly better than anything we currently produce.
Environmentalists should be the first people onboard the genetic modification bandwagon.
They should be advocating that genetically modified crops be created not because it would result in better looking strawberries, but because GM crops don't require fertilizer or pesticides.
Wouldn't that be something: Plants that would convert nitrogen from the atmosphere directly into ammonia they could use or plants that gave off the odor of other plants that pests avoid?
As far as scientific advancements go, that would be right up there with the proverbial sliced bread.
(If that can be achieved, to my readers under age twelve, I hold out the possibility of Brussels sprouts that taste like chocolate.)
For environmentalist organizations like Greenpeace to be against GMO in all its forms under all conditions does nothing at all to serve them or the constituencies they purport to represent.
The massive amounts of information in these decoded genomes can only be processed by computers.
But the end of hunger also will be hastened by a host of Internet technologies that will dramatically change agriculture.
Part of this will be enabled by very cheap sensors embedded in the things you use.
This same technology will allow farming to be much, much more efficient.
And advances in drip irrigation, which itself isn't exactly new but is becoming far more widespread and ever more efficient, allows crops to be grown with massively less water.
In the future, each plant will be on the Internet.
Everything that happens to it will be recorded.
Different techniques could be applied to different plants side by side to constantly be refining agricultural processes.
When a promising new finding emerges, that information will be shared with other farms and those techniques will be tested there.
Farming will be done on such a scale that thousands of experiments can be happening at any one time, putting a tiny fraction of the produce at risk.
With the help of local agencies around the world that have experience in micro-loans, a would-be borrower—say, a fish seller in the Philippines—uploads a picture and an explanation of what she wants the loan for.
The word "unalienable" (or "inalienable"—they are interchangeable) means, "unable to be taken away from or given away by the possessor."
I am not saying governments are supposed to feed the world or that food should be free.
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."
It would be a colossal mistake to assume some sort of collectivist or communistic solution to hunger in the world.
Eventually, I believe, food will be free.
Roosevelt went on to outline what he believed would be in this Second Bill of Rights: food, medicine, shelter, and so on.
It would be tempting to characterize Roosevelt's remarks as socialistic.
But what if everyone in the nation, rich and poor, were to be mailed a $2,000 food card annually, redeemable at the grocery store for any of several hundred nutritious foods?
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?
Would you be proud to call him a friend?
Ever-increasing wealth will be generated by ever-faster technological advances.
But in making the case that war can and will be ended, I have my work cut out for me.
Do not expect this to be a uniformly reassuring journey; it may be more of a roller-coaster ride with some rather bleak descents.
Maybe you will agree it to be possible, but after reading this chapter, you will likely think it is improbable.
I outline forty-five different ways this will happen—surely enough that even if you don't agree with them all, you will still have plenty of reason to be optimistic.
The implication is that any time they nursed, they felt pain as well, to learn at an early age that there is no pleasure to be had in life without pain.
It should be noted that the Byzantines were among the most civilized people in all the world at that time.
I offer these stories not to demonstrate that people can be cruel.
There was a period when intellectuals believed and spoke openly of the idea that the "breeding" of the "unfit" should be limited.
People in power used to be able to order executions as capriciously as the queen did in Alice in Wonderland.
The idea that a person can be a political prisoner, jailed for his beliefs about government, politics, or politicians, is ancient but happily fading.
It is no longer legal for people to be secretly arrested, not charged, and left to rot in jail.
Trials are expected to be open and public.
Gradually, civilization seems to be learning this.
To be clear: I am not a pacifist.
Albert Einstein reflected this when he famously said, "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
But in the future this will not be the case.
If there can be a day without war, then there can be two days without it.
Then there can be a week, a month, a year, a decade, and a century without war.
It is an acknowledgement that war is completely a choice and our choice can be "no."
If it can be demonstrated that in the future, peace will always be preferable to all nations, then war will end.
Accountability must be at as low a level as possible, so that if government officials mess up, they answer to constituents in their locality.
For these reasons and a hundred more, government should be the smallest unit that is economically and politically viable.
In these ways, they can be part of a larger world economy without sacrificing much autonomy.
Anyone projecting an end to the historical constant of war had better be ready to overcome no small amount of justified skepticism.
Who really believes that whoever can prevail in war must be right?
But not, to be sure, without obstacles.
I can easily list a half-dozen reasons this goal will be difficult to achieve.
Just as there is no single cause of war, there will be no single way that war will end.
They didn't enter war to satisfy a desire to kill and maim but to be victorious in the way their society rewarded.
One can only assume it would be substantially more if it were to be leveled with a nuclear device.
This has to be a serious deterrent to Japan (as an example).
I propose that peace will be maintained in the future by something I will call Mutually Assured Poverty, or MAP.
Might it be better?
(Not to mention the fact that, if the stuff all hits the fan, widget factories like yours would almost certainly be marked with bull's-eyes on the enemy's aerial bombing maps.)
Electronic transfers mean the money of a government, business, or individual might be anywhere at any time.
It used to be that if you conquered another nation, your soldiers became looters and the military got to haul off everything of value in the country.
More wealth is digital, to be sure, but immeasurably more wealth is tied up in the intricacies of society itself.
Its greatest value cannot be hauled off.
The bully will now be more inclined to leave the kid alone.
The fact that small nations can adopt standard treaties, laws, currencies, and international practices of larger countries means that a small economic unit can be viable.
I am not saying tthe world would be better if every country was the size of Liechtenstein.
I am saying that for small nations to be economically and politically viable is good news for peace.
Once this became known, the question was submitted for arbitration to the king of the Netherlands, who ruled the St. John River to be the border.
Tensions mounted all through the 1830s as militias were raised on both sides in what later came to be known as the Aroostook War, even though there was never actually a war or casualties.
How will food be labeled?
The demise of war will be hastened when every impulse to war is regarded, at least initially, with a healthy measure of distrust.
It will be difficult.
While the right thing to do is never to drive drunk, be a smoker, or be a racist, occasionally war is the right thing to do.
The day after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, civilization had to be defended.
It can be a jumble of voices: politicians and corporations, celebrities, religious figures, and opinion leaders, a million conversations in a single room.
After all, public opinion may just as easily be stirred up in favor of war as against it.
When everyone, and every nation, and every organization, and every movement all have a presence on the web, they can be understood in terms of it.
It gives everyone a chance to make her case and be heard.
It is the ultimate manifestation of the marketplace of ideas; the more people who proffer their ideas to the world, the better the outcome will be for us all.
While the few may be for war, the many are almost always for peace.
Everyone will be on Facebook, as will be every business, every idea, every brand, and all the people who were once members but have since passed away.
Thus one's Facebook friends may be more diverse in all sorts of ways than one's "actual" friends.
Organizations have encouraged "pen pals for peace" exchanges—but such efforts tend to be limited in scale, and if there is one thing Facebook has, it is scale.
Friedman goes on to point out that almost anywhere in the world today, it would be impossible to get away with this fraud.
Free elections can be threatening as well, literally to their livelihoods.
In the sorting through of the facts from a multiplicity of new sources, truth can be determined.
Some argue, Be careful what you ask for.
People want to be free.
In just a few years, virtually all phones will be camera phones.
All of this means examples of atrocities by the government or by the mob are increasingly likely to be documented and publicized.
The Internet is still able to be "turned off" by despotic rulers.
The article also describes a second project where a group of young entrepreneurs who look as if they could be in a garage band are fitting deceptively innocent-looking hardware into a prototype 'Internet in a suitcase.'
It will be English, although not really the English we speak today.
Imagine if today everyone spoke one language and I said that in the future we will speak hundreds of different languages and not be able to understand each other.
Everyone in the future will learn English because it will be the language of the Internet and thus the language of the world and commerce.
To be successful in the world, for a while both English and one's native tongue will be requirements.
And if everyone you know speaks English and it is the language of the world, commerce, the Internet, and success, what will be the primary language you teach your children?
It is easy to be suspicious of the person who speaks in some strange tongue.
If it is any comfort, languages won't truly be dead.
Computers will be able to reproduce them at will and hobbyists will still study them.
As difficult as it might be to "let go," this is good for peace.
By 2020, it is estimated that five billion people will be online, representing two-thirds the population of the planet.
The future German man will not just be a man of books, but a man of character.
Young people, who would be expected to do the dying if another war came, are generally more determined to keep the peace than their elders.
If your father is American and your mother Chinese, you will have a different understanding of differences between those countries, and, on balance, will be less amenable to war between those nations.
American universities are thought by many to be among the best in the world.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
Now, on a regular basis, videos appear which bring to life something that would otherwise be merely an ill-formed image in our minds.
YouTube's contribution to world peace is not simply to add empathy to current events, although that would be enough.
This civilizing process seems to be picking up steam.
So if a battle today were similarly costly, the proportional number of casualties would be 230,000.
There are pros and cons to this, to be sure, but overall, this has increased our empathy.
That's what interests me about this story (which may or may not be purely true): What Simonides did—recalling the names and locations of everyone at a large banquet—is described as entirely possible and an enviable, practical skill.
Augustine said this could not be the case because he could neither hear Ambrose nor see his lips moving.
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.
It just happens to be the case with old cars.
Though the world foreseen in this book may seem far away to you, I believe it will be achieved—and once achieved, that it will grow in stability over time.
Disease is a problem of technology; thus, its solution will be technological.
Instead of relearning things over the course of centuries, people will be able to learn from the choices others have made.
As troubling as this thought is, equally troubling would be the response of the country so attacked.
Love it or hate it, this seems to be where we are going.
Instead, you have to find small things over which to argue, like whether the capital gains tax should be raised.
Having said all of that, government should certainly be watched with a suspicious eye, for it could conceivably delay or derail our ascent to the next golden age.
As I see it, the grandchildren of those who would strap bombs on themselves today will not be rushing to imitate their elders.
So will everything be great?
But a world without want and without disease, a world with opportunity for all, is a world where getting along—even when we don't see eye to eye—is going to be a good bit easier.
My goal is not to convince people that the world will be perfect in the future.
Rather, I aim to show that the world will be what we make it to be.
You might be asking, Then what?
Atmospheres will form, then plants will be seeded, and then the colonists will arrive.
How can this future I describe not be ours?
No, quite the opposite: We live in what can only be termed the Age of Change.
But, except for these fleeting memories, if, indeed, they be memories, it all seems very unreal, like a nightmare.
This most naughty prank of mine convinced my parents that I must be taught as soon as possible.
I could not be induced to tell where the key was.
I knew that I had ceased to be my mother's only darling, and the thought filled me with jealousy.
One day something happened which seemed to me to be adding insult to injury.
If my mother happened to be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest.
Indeed, my friends and relatives sometimes doubted whether I could be taught.
My parents at once determined to take me to Baltimore to see if anything could be done for my eyes.
This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.
There were barriers still, it is true, but barriers that could in time be swept away.
It seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
How much more this difficulty must be augmented in the case of those who are both deaf and blind!
That night, after I had hung my stocking, I lay awake a long time, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see what Santa Claus would do when he came.
But the rumble of the machinery made me think it was thundering, and I began to cry, because I feared if it rained we should not be able to have our picnic out of doors.
So my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when I knew that my wish was at last to be realized.
The waves seemed to be playing a game with me, and tossed me from one to another in their wild frolic.
I could also feel the stamping of the horses, which they had ridden out from town and hitched under the trees, where they stood all night, neighing loudly, impatient to be off.
As the train rumbled by, the trestle shook and swayed until I thought we should be dashed to the chasm below.
This feeling began to agitate me with a vexing, forward-reaching sense of a lack that should be filled.
It is an unspeakable boon to me to be able to speak in winged words that need no interpretation.
But it must not be supposed that I could really talk in this short time.
Discouragement and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next moment the thought that I should soon be at home and show my loved ones what I had accomplished, spurred me on, and I eagerly looked forward to their pleasure in my achievement.
I could not be despondent while I anticipated the delight of talking to my mother and reading her responses from her lips.
At that time I eagerly absorbed everything I read without a thought of authorship, and even now I cannot be quite sure of the boundary line between my ideas and those I find in books.
I was to be Ceres in a kind of masque given by the blind girls.
Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story out of your own head, that will be a comfort and help to many."
"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.
The thought that what I wrote might not be absolutely my own tormented me.
At other times, in the midst of a paragraph I was writing, I said to myself, "Suppose it should be found that all this was written by some one long ago!"
It seems strange to many people that I should be impressed by the wonders and beauties of Niagara.
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.
In October, 1896, I entered the Cambridge School for Young Ladies, to be prepared for Radcliffe.
Perhaps an explanation of the method that was in use when I took my examinations will not be amiss here.
I found it much easier and pleasanter to be taught by myself than to receive instruction in class.
He was always gentle and forbearing, no matter how dull I might be, and believe me, my stupidity would often have exhausted the patience of Job.
I had taken to heart the words of the wise Roman who said, "To be banished from Rome is but to live outside of Rome."
In the wonderland of Mind I should be as free as another.
With this machine movable type shuttles can be used, and one can have several shuttles, each with a different set of characters--Greek, French, or mathematical, according to the kind of writing one wishes to do on the typewriter.
It is not necessary that one should be able to define every word and give it its principal parts and its grammatical position in the sentence in order to understand and appreciate a fine poem.
Could there be anything more dramatic than the scene in which Esther stands before her wicked lord?
I felt vaguely that they could not be good even if they wished to, because no one seemed willing to help them or to give them a fair chance.
Each checker has a hole in the middle in which a brass knob can be placed to distinguish the king from the commons.
If I happen to be all alone and in an idle mood, I play a game of solitaire, of which I am very fond.
I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen.
Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.
I go to see him whenever I happen to be where he is acting.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
Some of them would be found written in our literature and dear to the hearts of many, while others would be wholly unknown to most of my readers.
He has filled the old skins of dogma with the new wine of love, and shown men what it is to believe, live and be free.
He makes you feel that if you only had a little more time, you, too, might be an inventor.
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.
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
Next summer Mildred will go out in the garden with me and pick the big sweet strawberries and then she will be very happy.
I hope Harry will not be afraid of my pony.
When I visit many strange countries my brother and Mildred will stay with grandmother because they will be too small to see a great many people and I think they would cry loud on the great rough ocean.
My dear uncle Morrie,--I think you will be very glad to receive a letter from your dear little friend Helen.
I shall not be afraid of Fauntleroy's great dog Dougal.
Then it is all ready to be manufactured into engines, stoves, kettles and many other things.
My teacher says, if children learn to be patient and gentle while they are little, that when they grow to be young ladies and gentlemen they will not forget to be kind and loving and brave.
I hope I shall be courageous always.
In a few days the beautiful spring will be here.
When you come home from Europe I hope you will be all well and very happy to get home again.
Shall you be very glad to see my teacher next Thursday?
If you liked, we would run and jump and hop and dance, and be very happy.
Daisy is happy, but she would be happy ever if she had a little mate.
I shall be delighted to have a typewriter.
I think mother will be glad to make the dress for you, and when you wear it you will look as pretty as a rose.
You must not be afraid of them.
I wish you could be here to play three little squirrels, and two gentle doves, and to make a pretty nest for a dear little robin.
I hope she will be very faithful, and brave, too.
I think she will laugh when I tell her she is a vertebrate, a mammal, a quadruped; and I shall be very sorry to tell her that she belongs to the order Carnivora.
I shall be happy to have a letter from you when you like to write to me.
The Earl said he should be delighted to visit Tuscumbia the next time he comes to America.
I should like to be at home on Christmas day.
We would be very happy together.
It will be a funny tree.
When I was a very little child I used to sit in my mother's lap all the time, because I was very timid, and did not like to be left by myself.
All of my friends will be so surprised and glad.
But I tried very hard to be patient for teacher's sake.
Some time when you come and see me in my study in Boston I shall be glad to talk to you about it all if you care to hear.
But God does not only want us to be HAPPY; He wants us to be good.
He knows that we can be really happy only when we are good.
I shall be there by the middle of September.
Perhaps people would be better in a great many ways, for they could not fight as they do now.
Tell Mildred she must be kind to them for my sake.
Teacher is going to see if it can be fixed.
I wonder how many years there will be in eternity.
I hope your Christmas Day will be a very happy one and that the New Year will be full of brightness and joy for you and every one.
From here he was to be sent to an almshouse, for at that time there was no other place for him in Pennsylvania.
She wanted him brought to Boston, and when she was told that money would be needed to get him a teacher, she answered, "We will raise it."
Helen asked that the contributions, which people were sending from all over America and England, be devoted to Tommy's education.
I have read that the English and Americans are cousins; but I am sure it would be much truer to say that we are brothers and sisters.
I used to think, when I read in my books about your great city, that when I visited it the people would be strangers to me, but now I feel differently.
You will be glad to hear that Tommy has a kind lady to teach him, and that he is a pretty, active little fellow.
He 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.
I hope too, that Bishop Brooks' whole life will be as rich in happiness as the month of May is full of blossoms and singing birds.
He has found out that doors have locks, and that little sticks and bits of paper can be got into the key-hole quite easily; but he does not seem very eager to get them out after they are in.
We shall all be proud and happy to welcome our poet friend.
Please let Bishop Brooks know our plans, so that he may arrange to be with us.
We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.
Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.
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.
Would not it be lovely if Mrs. Pratt could meet us there?
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.
Please favour her with every facility to examine the exhibits in the several Departments, and extend to her such other courtesies as may be possible.
I saw the one through which Emperor Dom Pedro listened to the words, "To be, or not to be," at the Centennial.
Japan must indeed be a paradise for children to judge from the great number of playthings which are manufactured there.
I did not like to trouble them while I was trying to get money for poor little Tommy, for of course it was more important that he should be educated than that my people should have books to read. 4.
I should be willing to work night and day if it could only be accomplished.
Think what a joy it would be to all of my friends to hear me speak naturally!!
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.
But I try hard not to be discouraged.
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.
You will be glad to hear that I passed my examinations successfully.
This year is going to be a very busy one for Teacher and myself.
It is such a delight to be with the other girls, and do everything that they do.
It seems almost too good to be true, does it not?
What an inexpressible joy it will be to read about Achilles, and Ulysses, and Andromache and Athene, and the rest of my old friends in their own glorious language!
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....
You will be glad to hear that I enjoy Mathematics now.
Would a college at Havana not be the noblest and most enduring monument that could be raised to the brave men of the "Maine," as well as a source of infinite good to all concerned?
In it there would be no suggestion of hatred or revenge, nor a trace of the old-time belief that might makes right.
On the other hand, it would be a pledge to the world that we intend to stand by our declaration of war, and give Cuba to the Cubans, as soon as we have fitted them to assume the duties and responsibilities of a self-governing people....
You will be glad to hear that the books from England are coming now.
You will be glad to hear that my mother, and little sister and brother are coming north to spend this summer with me.
Now her eyes are troubling her a great deal, and we all think she ought to be relieved, for a while, of every care and responsibility.
But we shall not be quite separated; we shall see each other every day, I hope.
Why, I should have to be a Cicero to talk like a Cicero!...
Well, I must confess, I do not like the sign-language, and I do not think it would be of much use to the deaf-blind.
On the whole, if they cannot be taught articulation, the manual alphabet seems the best and most convenient means of communication.
She showed me how very foolish it would be for me to pursue a four years' course of study at Radcliffe, simply to be like other girls, when I might better be cultivating whatever ability I had for writing.
Ignorance seems to be at the bottom of all these contradictions.
Perhaps, if you would send a copy of this to the head of the Cambridge School, it might enlighten his mind on a few subjects, on which he seems to be in total darkness just now....
In college she, or possibly in some subjects some one else, would of necessity be with me in the lecture-room and at recitations.
I considered this suggestion carefully, then I told Mr. Rhoades that I should be proud and glad to have wise friends to whom I could always turn for advice in all important matters.
Funds were to be raised for the teachers' lodgings and also for their salaries.
Many of my friends would be well pleased if I would take two or even one course a year, but I rather object to spending the rest of my life in college....
But Miss Watkins seems to be just the kind of teacher she needs.
It never occurred to me that it might be worth while to make my own observations and describe the experiences peculiarly my own.
I have worn it only once, but then I felt that Solomon in all his glory was not to be compared with me!
Why, it is the print that can be most readily adapted to many different languages.
Even Greek can be embossed in it, as you know.
It would be splendid to have The Great Round World printed in "language that can be felt."
To be able to read for one's self what is being willed, thought and done in the world--the world in whose joys and sorrows, failures and successes one feels the keenest interest--that would indeed be a happiness too deep for words.
Surely there are hearts and hands ever ready to make it possible for generous intentions to be wrought into noble deeds.
He had just constructed a boat that could be propelled by a kite with the wind in its favor, and one day he tried experiments to see if he could steer the kite against the wind.
If he had not taken upon himself the responsibility of Laura Bridgman's education and led her out of the pit of Acheron back to her human inheritance, should I be a sophomore at Radcliffe College to-day--who can say?
I know you will be amused when I tell you that I am deeply interested in politics.
What is remarkable in her career is already accomplished, and whatever she may do in the future will be but a relatively slight addition to the success which distinguishes her now.
But it is to be remembered that Miss Keller has written many things in her autobiography for the fun of writing them, and the disillusion, which the writer of the editorial took seriously, is in great part humorous.
That is why her teacher's records may be found to differ in some particulars from Miss Keller's account.
She seems to be more nervous than she really is, because she expresses more with her hands than do most English-speaking people.
Her success has been complete, for in trying to be like other people she has come most fully to be herself.
Her unwillingness to be beaten has developed her courage.
If it happens to be blue, and you tell her so triumphantly, she is likely to answer, Thank you.
Moreover, Miss Sullivan does not see why Miss Keller should be subjected to the investigation of the scientist, and has not herself made many experiments.
Miss Keller likes to be part of the company.
She was slower than he expected her to be in identifying them by their relative weight and size.
Miss Keller puts her fingers lightly over the hand of one who is talking to her and gets the words as rapidly as they can be spelled.
If more people knew this, and the friends and relatives of deaf children learned the manual alphabet at once the deaf all over the world would be happier and better educated.
All that she is, all that she has done, can be explained directly, except such things in every human being as never can be explained.
Her sense of time is excellent, but whether it would have developed as a special faculty cannot be known, for she has had a watch since she was seven years old.
It should be said that any double-case watch with the crystal removed serves well enough for a blind person whose touch is sufficiently delicate to feel the position of the hands and not disturb or injure them.
Often, however, her sober ideas are not to be laughed at, for her earnestness carries her listeners with her.
The names of Laura Bridgman and Helen Keller will always be linked together, and it is necessary to understand what Dr. Howe did for his pupil before one comes to an account of Miss Sullivan's work.
His success convinced him that language can be conveyed through type to the mind of the blind-deaf child, who, before education, is in the state of the baby who has not learned to prattle; indeed, is in a much worse state, for the brain has grown in years without natural nourishment.
Too much cannot be said in praise of Dr. Howe's work.
Miss Sullivan knew at the beginning that Helen Keller would be more interesting and successful than Laura Bridgman, and she expresses in one of her letters the need of keeping notes.
Teachers of the deaf proved a priori that what Miss Sullivan had done could not be, and some discredit was reflected on her statements, because they were surrounded by the vague eloquence of Mr. Anagnos.
Many people have thought that any attempt to find the principles in her method would be nothing but a later theory superimposed on Miss Sullivan's work.
It must be remembered that Miss Sullivan had to solve her problems unaided by previous experience or the assistance of any other teacher.
She ran downstairs with it and could not be induced to return to my room all day.
She accepted everything I did for her as a matter of course, and refused to be caressed, and there was no way of appealing to her affection or sympathy or childish love of approbation.
I had a good, frank talk with Mrs. Keller, and explained to her how difficult it was going to be to do anything with Helen under the existing circumstances.
I told her that in my opinion the child ought to be separated from the family for a few weeks at least--that she must learn to depend on and obey me before I could make any headway.
You will be glad to hear that my experiment is working out finely.
Mr. Wilson, a teacher at Florence, and a friend of the Kellers', studied at Harvard the summer before and went to the Perkins Institution to learn if anything could be done for his friend's child.
He saw a gentleman whom he presumed to be the director, and told him about Helen.
He says the gentleman was not particularly interested, but said he would see if anything could be done.
And I don't intend that the lesson she has learned at the cost of so much pain and trouble shall be unlearned.
Her father objected and said that no child of his should be deprived of his food on any account.
I took this for a promise that if I gave her some cake she would be a good girl.
Mrs. Keller wanted to get a nurse for her, but I concluded I'd rather be her nurse than look after a stupid, lazy negress.
These observations have given me a clue to the method to be followed in teaching Helen language.I SHALL TALK INTO HER HAND AS WE TALK INTO THE BABY'S EARS.
They seem to me to be built up on the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think.
I know that the education of this child will be the distinguishing event of my life, if I have the brains and perseverance to accomplish it.
I know that she has remarkable powers, and I believe that I shall be able to develop and mould them.
Therefore let us be exceedingly careful what we say and write about her.
Her astonishment, when she felt the tiny creature inside, cannot be put in a letter.
You would be amused to see me hold a squealing pig in my arms, while Helen feels it all over, and asks countless questions--questions not easy to answer either.
It's queer how ready people always are with advice in any real or imaginary emergency, and no matter how many times experience has shown them to be wrong, they continue to set forth their opinions, as if they had received them from the Almighty!
She will be seven years old the twenty-seventh of this month.
She can count to thirty very quickly, and can write seven of the square-hand letters and the words which can be made with them.
These questions were sometimes asked under circumstances which rendered them embarrassing, and I made up my mind that something must be done.
I said, "Mildred doesn't understand your fingers, and we must be very gentle with her."
Besides, they said Helen's wonderful deliverance might be a boon to other afflicted children.
She said to the keeper, "I will take the baby lions home and teach them to be mild."
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.
If I did, there would be no opportunity for the play of fancy.
I want her to know children and to be with them as much as possible.
TALK SHOULD BE NATURAL AND HAVE FOR ITS OBJECT AN EXCHANGE OF IDEAS.
The child's eagerness and interest carry her over many obstacles that would be our undoing if we stopped to define and explain everything.
The simple facts would be so much more convincing!
Boy must be very careful.
She said, "They read and talk loud to people to be good."
When it was time for the church service to begin, she was in such a state of excitement that I thought it best to take her away; but Captain Keller said, "No, she will be all right."
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!
The next word that you receive from me will be in a yellow envelope, and it will tell you when we shall reach Boston.
He had never heard of "talking-gloves"; but I explained that she had seen a glove on which the alphabet was printed, and evidently thought they could be bought.
It would indeed be a herculean task to teach the words if the ideas did not already exist in the child's mind.
It is impossible for any one with whom Helen is conversing to be particularly happy or sad, and withhold the knowledge of this fact from her.
In my account of Helen last year, I mentioned several instances where she seemed to have called into use an inexplicable mental faculty; but it now seems to me, after carefully considering the matter, that this power may be explained by her perfect familiarity with the muscular variations of those with whom she comes into contact, caused by their emotions.
She is fond of fun and frolic, and loves dearly to be with other children.
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.
She does not realize that one can be anything but kind-hearted and tender.
She is not conscious of any reason why she should be awkward; consequently, her movements are free and graceful.
To show how quickly she perceives and associates ideas, I will give an instance which all who have read the book will be able to appreciate.
I never knew before that there could be such a change in anything.
I have never known her to be willing to leave a lesson when she felt that there was anything in it which she did not understand.
I regard my pupil as a free and active being, whose own spontaneous impulses must be my surest guide.
Of course, in the beginning it was necessary that the things described should be familiar and interesting, and the English pure and simple.
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.
A. says God made me and every one out of sand; but it must be a joke.
After a moment she went on: A. says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can be made out of love.
She had met with the expression Mother Nature in the course of her reading, and for a long time she was in the habit of ascribing to Mother Nature whatever she felt to be beyond the power of man to accomplish.
"But if I write what my soul thinks," she said, "then it will be visible, and the words will be its body."
I was obliged to confess that I did not know, but suggested that it might be on one of the stars.
At another time she asked, "Do you not think we would be very much happier always, if we did not have to die?"
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."
When her friend added that some of the pupils he had seen in Budapest had more than one hundred tunes in their heads, she said, laughing, "I think their heads must be very noisy."
The necessity of laws and penalties had to be explained to her.
The memory must be stored with ideas and the mind must be enriched with knowledge before writing becomes a natural and pleasurable effort.
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.
It may be true, as some maintain, that language cannot express to us much beyond what we have lived and experienced; but I have always observed that children manifest the greatest delight in the lofty, poetic language which we are too ready to think beyond their comprehension.
Indeed, only such explanations should be given as are really essential.
Reading, I think, should be kept independent of the regular school exercises.
Children should be encouraged to read for the pure delight of it.
The attitude of the child toward his books should be that of unconscious receptivity.
And it can be applied by any teacher to any healthy deaf child, and in the broadest interpretation of the principles, can be applied to the teaching of language of all kinds to all children.
To have another Helen Keller there must be another Miss Sullivan.
Any deaf child or deaf and blind child in good health can be taught.
I know that this idea will be vigorously combated by those who conduct schools for the deaf.
To be sure, the deaf school is the only thing possible for children educated by the State.
But it is evident that precisely what the deaf child needs to be taught is what other children learn before they go to school at all.
Surely Dr. Howe is wrong when he says, "A teacher cannot be a child."
That is just what the teacher of the deaf child must be, a child ready to play and romp, and interested in all childish things.
Her voice has an aspirate quality; there seems always to be too much breath for the amount of tone.
It would, I think, be hard to make her feel just how to pronounce DICTIONARY without her erring either toward DICTIONAYRY or DICTION'RY, and, of course the word is neither one nor the other.
This difficulty and some others may be corrected when she and Miss Sullivan have more time.
Miss Keller will never be able, I believe, to speak loud without destroying the pleasant quality and the distinctness of her words, but she can do much to make her speech clearer.
From the first she was not content to be drilled in single sounds, but was impatient to pronounce words and sentences.
In the very nature of things, articulation is an unsatisfactory means of education; while the use of the manual alphabet quickens and invigorates mental activity, since through it the deaf child is brought into close contact with the English language, and the highest and most abstract ideas may be conveyed to the mind readily and accurately.
Before describing the process of teaching Helen to speak, it may be well to state briefly to what extent she had used the vocal organs before she began to receive regular instruction in articulation.
Occasionally she broke out into a merry laugh, and then she would reach out and touch the mouth of any one who happened to be near her, to see if he were laughing also.
It will be seen that they contain three vowel and six consonant elements, and these formed the foundation for her first real lesson in speaking.
It must be remembered that speech contributed in no way to her fundamental education, though without the ability to speak she could hardly have gone to higher schools and to college.
It seems very strange to me that there should be this difference of opinion; I cannot understand how any one interested in our education can fail to appreciate the satisfaction we feel in being able to express our thoughts in living words.
It brings me into closer and tenderer relationship with those I love, and makes it possible for me to enjoy the sweet companionship of a great many persons from whom I should be entirely cut off if I could not talk.
So I want to say to those who are trying to learn to speak and those who are teaching them: Be of good cheer.
At the same time the inborn gift of style can be starved or stimulated.
If Miss Sullivan wrote fine English, the beauty of Helen Keller's style would, in part, be explicable at once.
Her service as a teacher of English is not to be measured by her own skill in composition.
The original story was read to her from a copy of "Andersen's Stories," published by Leavitt & Allen Bros., and may be found on p. 97 of Part I. in that volume.
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!
Careful examination was made of the books in raised print in the library of the Perkins Institution to learn if any extracts from this volume could be found there; but nothing was discovered.
No one shall be allowed to think it was anything wrong; and some day she will write a great, beautiful story or poem that will make many people happy.
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:
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.
Teacher says it was a day-dream, and she thinks you would be delighted to hear it.
The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile.
I shall be so glad when you come home, for I greatly miss you.
What we had supposed to be peaks were in reality a thousand glittering spires.
Nothing could be more beautiful than the architecture of this ice-palace.
I do not feel that I can add anything more that will be of interest.
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.
She could not keep back her tears, and the chief cause of her pain seemed to be the fear lest people should doubt her truthfulness.
The importance of this cannot be overestimated.
Some conclusions may be briefly suggested.
Thus it is that any child may be taught to use correct English by not being allowed to read or hear any other kind.
The language must be one used by a nation, not an artificial thing.
I met Teacher in the hall, and begged to be taken to the sea at once.
Her vocabulary has all the phrases that other people use, and the explanation of it, and the reasonableness of it ought to be evident by this time.
Writing for other people, she should in many cases be true to outer fact rather than to her own experience.
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.
You forget that death comes to the rich and the poor alike, and comes once for all; but remember, Acheron could not be bribed by gold to ferry the crafty Prometheus back to the sunlit world.
I have travelled a good deal in Concord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the inhabitants have appeared to me to be doing penance in a thousand remarkable ways.
He has no time to be anything but a machine.
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof.
The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior.
This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.
When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding, I foresee that all men at length establish their lives on that basis.
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
Of course the vital heat is not to be confounded with fire; but so much for analogy.
How can a man be a philosopher and not maintain his vital heat by better methods than other men?
It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but, doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.
These will be good ventures.
I have thought that Walden Pond would be a good place for business, not solely on account of the railroad and the ice trade; it offers advantages which it may not be good policy to divulge; it is a good port and a good foundation.
As this business was to be entered into without the usual capital, it may not be easy to conjecture where those means, that will still be indispensable to every such undertaking, were to be obtained.
Let him who has work to do recollect that the object of clothing is, first, to retain the vital heat, and secondly, in this state of society, to cover nakedness, and he may judge how much of any necessary or important work may be accomplished without adding to his wardrobe.
Most behave as if they believed that their prospects for life would be ruined if they should do it.
It would be easier for them to hobble to town with a broken leg than with a broken pantaloon.
If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit?
Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives.
On the whole, I think that it cannot be maintained that dressing has in this or any country risen to the dignity of an art.
Let Harlequin be taken with a fit of the colic and his trappings will have to serve that mood too.
Of two patterns which differ only by a few threads more or less of a particular color, the one will be sold readily, the other lie on the shelf, though it frequently happens that after the lapse of a season the latter becomes the most fashionable.
The condition of the operatives is becoming every day more like that of the English; and it cannot be wondered at, since, as far as I have heard or observed, the principal object is, not that mankind may be well and honestly clad, but, unquestionably, that corporations may be enriched.
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer but the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him.
The myriads who built the pyramids to be the tombs of the Pharaohs were fed on garlic, and it may be were not decently buried themselves.
But to confine myself to those who are said to be in moderate circumstances.
Shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less?
Why should not our furniture be as simple as the Arab's or the Indian's?
Or what if I were to allow--would it not be a singular allowance?--that our furniture should be more complex than the Arab's, in proportion as we are morally and intellectually his superiors!
By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man's morning work in this world?
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.
It was of small dimensions, with a peaked cottage roof, and not much else to be seen, the dirt being raised five feet all around as if it were a compost heap.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
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.
I think that it would be better than this, for the students, or those who desire to be benefited by it, even to lay the foundation themselves.
Which would be most likely to cut his fingers?...
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things.
Instead of going to Fitchburg, you will be working here the greater part of the day.
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?
It should not be by their architecture, but why not even by their power of abstract thought, that nations should seek to commemorate themselves?
One piece of good sense would be more memorable than a monument as high as the moon.
As for the religion and love of art of the builders, it is much the same all the world over, whether the building be an Egyptian temple or the United States Bank.
Finally, as for salt, that grossest of groceries, to obtain this might be a fit occasion for a visit to the seashore, or, if I did without it altogether, I should probably drink the less water.
The human race is interested in these experiments, though a few old women who are incapacitated for them, or who own their thirds in mills, may be alarmed.
There is a plenty of such chairs as I like best in the village garrets to be had for taking them away.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviÃ¦: at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned?
The muskrat will gnaw his third leg off to be free.
But perchance it would be wisest never to put one's paw into it.
I have tried trade but I found that it would take ten years to get under way in that, and that then I should probably be on my way to the devil.
I was actually afraid that I might by that time be doing what is called a good business.
I also dreamed that I might gather the wild herbs, or carry evergreens to such villagers as loved to be reminded of the woods, even to the city, by hay-cart loads.
The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.
It was easy to see that they could not long be companions or co-operate, since one would not operate at all.
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.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
Being superior to physical suffering, it sometimes chanced that they were superior to any consolation which the missionaries could offer; and the law to do as you would be done by fell with less persuasiveness on the ears of those who, for their part, did not care how they were done by, who loved their enemies after a new fashion, and came very near freely forgiving them all they did.
Be sure that you give the poor the aid they most need, though it be your example which leaves them far behind.
Be sure that you give the poor the aid they most need, though it be your example which leaves them far behind.
Would they not be kinder if they employed themselves there?
I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse.
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.
If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.
In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price.
This experience entitled me to be regarded as a sort of real-estate broker by my friends.
I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it.
I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed.
I think I shall not buy greedily, but go round and round it as long as I live, and be buried in it first, that it may please me the more at last.
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
To be awake is to be alive.
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.
I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail.
Instead of three meals a day, if it be necessary eat but one; instead of a hundred dishes, five; and reduce other things in proportion.
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.
We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.
Some give directions to be waked every half-hour, doubtless for no other purpose; and then, to pay for it, they tell what they have dreamed.
If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.
One of his father's ministers having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the misconception of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince.
God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.
Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails.
Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.
To be intoxicated by a single glass of wine; I have experienced this pleasure when I have drunk the liquor of the esoteric doctrines.
Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written.
It is not enough even to be able to speak the language of that nation by which they are written, for there is a memorable interval between the spoken and the written language, the language heard and the language read.
It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;--not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
It will be soon enough to forget them when we have the learning and the genius which will enable us to attend to and appreciate them.
There are those who, like cormorants and ostriches, can digest all sorts of this, even after the fullest dinner of meats and vegetables, for they suffer nothing to be wasted.
We should be as good as the worthies of antiquity, but partly by first knowing how good they were.
I do not wish to flatter my townsmen, nor to be flattered by them, for that will not advance either of us.
We need to be provoked--goaded like oxen, as we are, into a trot.
It is time that we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education when we begin to be men and women.
Shall the world be confined to one Paris or one Oxford forever?
Cannot students be boarded here and get a liberal education under the skies of Concord?
It can spend money enough on such things as farmers and traders value, but it is thought Utopian to propose spending money for things which more intelligent men know to be of far more worth.
Why should our life be in any respect provincial?
New England can hire all the wise men in the world to come and teach her, and board them round the while, and not be provincial at all.
The rays which stream through the shutter will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.
Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer?
I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel.
If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui.
They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in.
It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads--because they once stood in their midst.
I too would fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.
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.
(Let that be the name of your engine.)
This carload of torn sails is more legible and interesting now than if they should be wrought into paper and printed books.
They will not be in at the death.
At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow.
The note of this once wild Indian pheasant is certainly the most remarkable of any bird's, and if they could be naturalized without being domesticated, it would soon become the most famous sound in our woods, surpassing the clangor of the goose and the hooting of the owl; and then imagine the cackling of the hens to fill the pauses when their lords' clarions rested!
Who would not be early to rise, and rise earlier and earlier every successive day of his life, till he became unspeakably healthy, wealthy, and wise?
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.
I do not flatter myself, but if it be possible they flatter me.
To be alone was something unpleasant.
Men frequently say to me, "I should think you would feel lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially."
How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments?
This which you put seems to me not to be the most important question.
With thinking we may be beside ourselves in a sane sense.
I may be either the driftwood in the stream, or Indra in the sky looking down on it.
I may be affected by a theatrical exhibition; on the other hand, I may not be affected by an actual event which appears to concern me much more.
I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time.
To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.
I love to be alone.
A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.
It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.
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.
The sun is alone, except in thick weather, when there sometimes appear to be two, but one is a mock sun.
Many of our houses, both public and private, with their almost innumerable apartments, their huge halls and their cellars for the storage of wines and other munitions of peace, appear to be extravagantly large for their inhabitants.
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.
Fearing that they would be light-headed for want of food and also sleep, owing to "the savages' barbarous singing, (for they use to sing themselves asleep,)" and that they might get home while they had strength to travel, they departed.
A more simple and natural man it would be hard to find.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
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.
If an ox were his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store, he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount.
May be the man you hoe with is inclined to race; then, by gorry, your mind must be there; you think of weeds.
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
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.
I require of a visitor that he be not actually starving, though he may have the very best appetite in the world, however he got it.
Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods.
Soon, however, the remaining beans will be too tough for them, and go forward to meet new foes.
That's Roman wormwood--that's pigweed--that's sorrel--that's piper-grass--have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t' other side up and be as green as a leek in two days.
Commonly men will only be brave as their fathers were brave, or timid.
Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men?
We should really be fed and cheered if when we met a man we were sure to see that some of the qualities which I have named, which we all prize more than those other productions, but which are for the most part broadcast and floating in the air, had taken root and grown in him.
It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.
I never fastened my door night or day, though I was to be absent several days; not even when the next fall I spent a fortnight in the woods of Maine.
I am convinced, that if all men were to live as simply as I then did, thieving and robbery would be unknown.
Love virtue, and the people will be virtuous.
The sea, however, is said to be blue one day and green another without any perceptible change in the atmosphere.
Some consider blue "to be the color of pure water, whether liquid or solid."
But, looking directly down into our waters from a boat, they are seen to be of very different colors.
It is well known that a large plate of glass will have a green tint, owing, as the makers say, to its "body," but a small piece of the same will be colorless.
The water is so transparent that the bottom can easily be discerned at the depth of twenty-five or thirty feet.
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.
The ornamented grounds of villas which will one day be built here may still preserve some trace of this.
Whoever camps for a week in summer by the shore of a pond, needs only bury a pail of water a few feet deep in the shade of his camp to be independent of the luxury of ice.
The specific name reticulatus would not apply to this; it should be guttatus rather.
They are similar to those found in rivers; but as there are no suckers nor lampreys here, I know not by what fish they could be made.
There are few traces of man's hand to be seen.
It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh;--a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush--this the light dust-cloth--which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
My Muse may be excused if she is silent henceforth.
One proposes that it be called "God's Drop."
I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
No, no; if the fairest features of the landscape are to be named after men, let them be the noblest and worthiest men alone.
They are so much alike that you would say they must be connected under ground.
Perhaps it might be called Yellow Pine Lake, from the following circumstance.
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.
Several pretty large logs may still be seen lying on the bottom, where, owing to the undulation of the surface, they look like huge water snakes in motion.
If they were permanently congealed, and small enough to be clutched, they would, perchance, be carried off by slaves, like precious stones, to adorn the heads of emperors; but being liquid, and ample, and secured to us and our successors forever, we disregard them, and run after the diamond of Kohinoor.
The gods must be proud, thought I, with such forked flashes to rout a poor unarmed fisherman.
For I purposely talked to him as if he were a philosopher, or desired to be one.
I should be glad if all the meadows on the earth were left in a wild state, if that were the consequence of men's beginning to redeem themselves.
There are no larger fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played.
Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport.
But I see that if I were to live in a wilderness I should again be tempted to become a fisher and hunter in earnest.
Yet perhaps this may be done.
This certainly suggests what change is to be made.
It may be vain to ask why the imagination will not be reconciled to flesh and fat.
Even music may be intoxicating.
Of all ebriosity, who does not prefer to be intoxicated by the air he breathes?
I fear that it may enjoy a certain health of its own; that we may be well, yet not pure.
If you would be chaste, you must be temperate.
If you would avoid uncleanness, and all the sins, work earnestly, though it be at cleaning a stable.
Nature is hard to be overcome, but she must be overcome.
Nothing was too trivial for the Hindoo lawgiver, however offensive it may be to modern taste.
Is it some ill-fed village hound yielding to the instinct of the chase? or the lost pig which is said to be in these woods, whose tracks I saw after the rain?
My brown bread will soon be gone.
But that we may not be delayed, you shall be digging the bait meanwhile.
Angleworms are rarely to be met with in these parts, where the soil was never fattened with manure; the race is nearly extinct.
Or, if you choose to go farther, it will not be unwise, for I have found the increase of fair bait to be very nearly as the squares of the distances.
If I should soon bring this meditation to an end, would another so sweet occasion be likely to offer?
Well, then, let's be off.
There's good sport there if the water be not too high.
Some station themselves on this side of the pond, some on that, for the poor bird cannot be omnipresent; if he dive here he must come up there.
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 led me at once to the widest part of the pond, and could not be driven from it.
How surprised must the fishes be to see this ungainly visitor from another sphere speeding his way amid their schools!
I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me.
Many other substitutes might, perhaps, be found.
I had often since seen its crumpled red velvety blossom supported by the stems of other plants without knowing it to be the same.
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.
The mortar on them was fifty years old, and was said to be still growing harder; but this is one of those sayings which men love to repeat whether they are true or not.
However that may be, I was struck by the peculiar toughness of the steel which bore so many violent blows without being worn out.
Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?
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."
In lathing I was pleased to be able to send home each nail with a single blow of the hammer, and it was my ambition to transfer the plaster from the board to the wall neatly and rapidly.
There may be thirty or forty of them to a square inch.
In this town the price of wood rises almost steadily, and the only question is, how much higher it is to be this year than it was the last.
Stumps thirty or forty years old, at least, will still be sound at the core, though the sapwood has all become vegetable mould, as appears by the scales of the thick bark forming a ring level with the earth four or five inches distant from the heart.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
But the most luxuriously housed has little to boast of in this respect, nor need we trouble ourselves to speculate how the human race may be at last destroyed.
It would be easy to cut their threads any time with a little sharper blast from the north.
It will soon be forgotten, in these days of stoves, that we used to roast potatoes in the ashes, after the Indian fashion.
There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
Sometimes the well dent is visible, where once a spring oozed; now dry and tearless grass; or it was covered deep--not to be discovered till some late day--with a flat stone under the sod, when the last of the race departed.
What a sorrowful act must that be--the covering up of wells! coincident with the opening of wells of tears.
The vivacious lilac still grows, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring.
Again, perhaps, Nature will try, with me for a first settler, and my house raised last spring to be the oldest in the hamlet.
The soil is blanched and accursed there, and before that becomes necessary the earth itself will be destroyed.
I think that he must be the man of the most faith of any alive.
His words and attitude always suppose a better state of things than other men are acquainted with, and he will be the last man to be disappointed as the ages revolve.
There was one other with whom I had "solid seasons," long to be remembered, at his house in the village, and who looked in upon me from time to time; but I had no more for society there.
They seemed to me to be rudimental, burrowing men, still standing on their defence, awaiting their transformation.
A little flock of these titmice came daily to pick a dinner out of my woodpile, or the crumbs at my door, with faint flitting lisping notes, like the tinkling of icicles in the grass, or else with sprightly day day day, or more rarely, in spring-like days, a wiry summery phe-be from the woodside.
The squirrels also grew at last to be quite familiar, and occasionally stepped upon my shoe, when that was the nearest way.
Whichever side you walk in the woods the partridge bursts away on whirring wings, jarring the snow from the dry leaves and twigs on high, which comes sifting down in the sunbeams like golden dust, for this brave bird is not to be scared by winter.
They tell me that if the fox would remain in the bosom of the frozen earth he would be safe, or if he would run in a straight line away no foxhound could overtake him; but, having left his pursuers far behind, he stops to rest and listen till they come up, and when he runs he circles round to his old haunts, where the hunters await him.
It is hardly as if you had seen a wild creature when a rabbit or a partridge bursts away, only a natural one, as much to be expected as rustling leaves.
That must be a poor country indeed that does not support a hare.
First I take an axe and pail and go in search of water, if that be not a dream.
Early in the morning, while all things are crisp with frost, men come with fishing-reels and slender lunch, and let down their fine lines through the snowy field to take pickerel and perch; wild men, who instinctively follow other fashions and trust other authorities than their townsmen, and by their goings and comings stitch towns together in parts where else they would be ripped.
The things which they practice are said not yet to be known.
I never chanced to see its kind in any market; it would be the cynosure of all eyes there.
The greatest depth was exactly one hundred and two feet; to which may be added the five feet which it has risen since, making one hundred and seven.
This is a remarkable depth for so small an area; yet not an inch of it can be spared by the imagination.
While men believe in the infinite some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.
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.
So, probably, the depth of the ocean will be found to be very inconsiderable compared with its breadth.
The deepest part was found to be within one hundred feet of this, still farther in the direction to which I had inclined, and was only one foot deeper, namely, sixty feet.
Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.
One has suggested, that if such a "leach-hole" should be found, its connection with the meadow, if any existed, might be proved by conveying some colored powder or sawdust to the mouth of the hole, and then putting a strainer over the spring in the meadow, which would catch some of the particles carried through by the current.
It is well known that a level cannot be used on ice.
It may be that he lays up no treasures in this world which will cool his summer drink in the next.
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.
Ice has its grain as well as wood, and when a cake begins to rot or "comb," that is, assume the appearance of honeycomb, whatever may be its position, the air cells are at right angles with what was the water surface.
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?
The ice in the pond at length begins to be honeycombed, and I can set my heel in it as I walk.
When the frost comes out in the spring, and even in a thawing day in the winter, the sand begins to flow down the slopes like lava, sometimes bursting out through the snow and overflowing it where no sand was to be seen before.
The ear may be regarded, fancifully, as a lichen, Umbilicaria, on the side of the head, with its lobe or drop.
The Merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its name.
At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.
With the liability to accident, we must see how little account is to be made of it.
It must be expeditious.
Its pleadings will not bear to be stereotyped.
One hastens to southern Africa to chase the giraffe; but surely that is not the game he would be after.
Is Franklin the only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him?
Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.
Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the greater to the less.
How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be.
I do not suppose that I have attained to obscurity, but I should be proud if no more fatal fault were found with my pages on this score than was found with the Walden ice.
Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmy that he can?
Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made.
Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed and in such desperate enterprises?
We will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality.
Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not?
He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment.
The material was pure, and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful?
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
Do not seek so anxiously to be developed, to subject yourself to many influences to be played on; it is all dissipation.
We are often reminded that if there were bestowed on us the wealth of Croesus, our aims must still be the same, and our means essentially the same.
I would not be one of those who will foolishly drive a nail into mere lath and plastering; such a deed would keep me awake nights.
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.
Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.
These may be but the spring months in the life of the race.
It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats.
Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe,--"That government is best which governs not at all"; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have.
The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.
Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.
After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue, to rule, is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they are physically the strongest.
But a government in which the majority rule in all cases cannot be based on justice, even as far as men understand it.
I think that we should be men first, and subjects afterward.
I answer, that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it.
This, according to Paley, would be inconvenient.
I quarrel not with far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with, and do the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would be harmless.
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.
When the majority shall at length vote for the abolition of slavery, it will be because they are indifferent to slavery, or because there is but little slavery left to be abolished by their vote.
They will then be the only slaves.
How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it?
They think that, if they should resist, the remedy would be worse than the evil.
Why does it not encourage its citizens to be on the alert to point out its faults, and do better than it would have them?
They take too much time, and a man's life will be gone.
I came into this world, not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in it, be it good or bad.
For it matters not how small the beginning may seem to be: what is once well done is done forever.
If a thousand men were not to pay their tax-bills this year, that would not be a violent and bloody measure, as it would be to pay them, and enable the State to commit violence and shed innocent blood.
It puts to rest many questions which he would otherwise be taxed to answer; while the only new question which it puts is the hard but superfluous one, how to spend it.
A man may grow rich in Turkey even, if he will be in all respects a good subject of the Turkish government.
"Pay," it said, "or be locked up in the jail."
I did not see why the schoolmaster should be taxed to support the priest, and not the priest the schoolmaster: for I was not the State's schoolmaster, but I supported myself by voluntary subscription.
I was not born to be forced.
When I meet a government which says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I be in haste to give it my money?
It may be in a great strait, and not know what to do: I cannot help that.
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.
If a man is thought-free, fancy-free, imagination-free, that which is not never for a long time appearing to be to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally interrupt him.
There are really no blows to be given by him but defensive ones.
Can one be well while suffering morally?
"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince.
It can't be helped!
It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid.
As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.
"Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier than anyone else," replied Anna Pavlovna.
He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia--barbaric as she is said to be--to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!
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.
"I knew you would be here," replied Pierre.
She knew his father to be a connection of Prince Vasili's.
That would be the best way.
Be the kindhearted man you always were, she said, trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.
"Papa, we shall be late," said Princess Helene, turning her beautiful head and looking over her classically molded shoulder as she stood waiting by the door.
Influence in society, however, is a capital which has to be economized if it is to last.
Prince Vasili knew this, and having once realized that if he asked on behalf of all who begged of him, he would soon be unable to ask for himself, he became chary of using his influence.
"Papa," said his beautiful daughter in the same tone as before, "we shall be late."
She returned to the group where the vicomte was still talking, and again pretended to listen, while waiting till it would be time to leave.
I think it will be difficult to return to the old regime.
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.
"They say the ball will be very good," replied the princess, drawing up her downy little lip.
All the pretty women in society will be there.
She will be quite ill now, said Prince Andrew, as he entered the study, rubbing his small white hands.
Are you going to be a guardsman or a diplomatist? asked Prince Andrew after a momentary silence.
If it were a war for freedom I could understand it and should be the first to enter the army; but to help England and Austria against the greatest man in the world is not right.
"If no one fought except on his own conviction, there would be no wars," he said.
"And that would be splendid," said Pierre.
Very likely it would be splendid, but it will never come about...
And he expects me not to be afraid.
Marry when you are old and good for nothing--or all that is good and noble in you will be lost.
It will all be wasted on trifles.
You'll be all right anywhere.
He'll be killed, said this more sensible man.
You'll startle him and then he'll be killed.
But mind you come to dinner or I shall be offended, ma chere!
And he was said to be so well educated and clever.
The countess looked at her callers, smiling affably, but not concealing the fact that she would not be distressed if they now rose and took their leave.
It can't be helped! said the count, shrugging his shoulders and speaking playfully of a matter that evidently distressed him.
Just fancy: wants to be an hussar.
And what a voice she has; though she's my daughter, I tell the truth when I say she'll be a singer, a second Salomoni!
Why, our mothers used to be married at twelve or thirteen.
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."
"With you I will be quite frank," said Anna Mikhaylovna.
And at your age what secrets can there be between Natasha and Boris, or between you two?
She seemed that day to be more than ever kind and affectionate to everyone.
"I should think not," said Vera, "because there can never be anything wrong in my behavior.
You are a Madame de Genlis and nothing more" (this nickname, bestowed on Vera by Nicholas, was considered very stinging), "and your greatest pleasure is to be unpleasant to people!
"Ah, my love," answered Anna Mikhaylovna, "God grant you never know what it is to be left a widow without means and with a son you love to distraction!
I shall not be able to equip him.
There will just be time.
Be sure to invite him, my dear.
"My dear Boris," said the mother, drawing her hand from beneath her old mantle and laying it timidly and tenderly on her son's arm, "be affectionate and attentive to him.
Remember that, my dear, and be nice to him, as you so well know how to be.
I absolutely must see him, however painful it may be for me.
Evidently the prince understood her, and also understood, as he had done at Anna Pavlovna's, that it would be difficult to get rid of Anna Mikhaylovna.
"Would not such a meeting be too trying for him, dear Anna Mikhaylovna?" said he.
"On the contrary," replied the prince, who had plainly become depressed, "I shall be only too glad if you relieve me of that young man....
But before Pierre--who at that moment imagined himself to be Napoleon in person and to have just effected the dangerous crossing of the Straits of Dover and captured London--could pronounce Pitt's sentence, he saw a well-built and handsome young officer entering his room.
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
He must not be left like this.
But, don't be uneasy, he added, noticing that the count was beginning to breathe heavily and quickly which was always a sign of approaching anger.
Anna Mikhaylovna instantly guessed her intention and stooped to be ready to embrace the countess at the appropriate moment.
He seemed to be condescending to his companion.
Then just think what can be done with two hundred and thirty rubles!
But what is to be done, old man?
It would be better if you went to the war.
He has stopped Austria's cackle and I fear it will be our turn next.
Natasha only desisted when she had been told that there would be pineapple ice.
Well, then, let's be quick.
But Nicholas is my cousin... one would have to... the Metropolitan himself... and even then it can't be done.
I don't quite remember how, but don't you remember that it could all be arranged and how nice it all was?
What is there to be surprised at?
"The limits of human life... are fixed and may not be o'erpassed," said an old priest to a lady who had taken a seat beside him and was listening naively to his words.
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.
Prince Vasili said no more and his cheeks began to twitch nervously, now on one side, now on the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression which was never to be seen on it in a drawing room.
The princess, holding her little dog on her lap with her thin bony hands, looked attentively into Prince Vasili's eyes evidently resolved not to be the first to break silence, if she had to wait till morning.
"And then of course my family has also to be considered," Prince Vasili went on, testily pushing away a little table without looking at her.
The count," pointing to his portrait, "definitely demanded that he should be called."
Do you understand that in consideration of the count's services, his request would be granted?...
If not, then as soon as all is over," and Prince Vasili sighed to intimate what he meant by the words all is over, "and the count's papers are opened, the will and letter will be delivered to the Emperor, and the petition will certainly be granted.
He will then be the legal heir to everything and you won't get anything.
"That would be a fine thing!" said she.
In this world one has to be cunning and cruel.
"It seems to be all right," Pierre concluded, and followed Anna Mikhaylovna.
"Ah, my friend!" she said, touching his arm as she had done her son's when speaking to him that afternoon, "believe me I suffer no less than you do, but be a man!"
Pierre did not understand a word, but the conviction that all this had to be grew stronger, and he meekly followed Anna Mikhaylovna who was already opening a door.
Be a man, my friend.
Unction is about to be administered.
"If you do not understand these sentiments," he seemed to be saying, "so much the worse for you!"
All were silently crossing themselves, and the reading of the church service, the subdued chanting of deep bass voices, and in the intervals sighs and the shuffling of feet were the only sounds that could be heard.
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.
Certainly he must be moved onto the bed; here it will be impossible...
When Pierre came up the count was gazing straight at him, but with a look the significance of which could not be understood by mortal man.
"But, my dear princess," answered Anna Mikhaylovna blandly but impressively, blocking the way to the bedroom and preventing the other from passing, "won't this be too much for poor Uncle at a moment when he needs repose?
Their efforts in the struggle for the portfolio were the only sounds audible, but it was evident that if the princess did speak, her words would not be flattering to Anna Mikhaylovna.
I think he will not be out of place in a family consultation; is it not so, Prince?
I know you well enough to be sure that this will not turn your head, but it imposes duties on you, and you must be a man.
God grant that the Corsican monster who is destroying the peace of Europe may be overthrown by the angel whom it has pleased the Almighty, in His goodness, to give us as sovereign!
He is said to be very handsome and a terrible scapegrace.
So young, and burdened with such riches--to what temptations he will be exposed!
If I were asked what I desire most on earth, it would be to be poorer than the poorest beggar.
However painful it may be to me, should the Almighty lay the duties of wife and mother upon me I shall try to perform them as faithfully as I can, without disquieting myself by examining my feelings toward him whom He may give me for husband.
Tikhon knew that neither the son's arrival nor any other unusual event must be allowed to disturb the appointed order of the day.
Though I don't know what your opinion will be, answered the princess joyfully.
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.
Well, Michael Ivanovich, our Bonaparte will be having a bad time of it.
"To be sure, your excellency," replied the architect.
God knows how long we may again be parted.
But think, Andrew: for a young society woman to be buried in the country during the best years of her life, all alone--for Papa is always busy, and I... well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a woman used to the best society.
She is very nice and kind and, above all, she's much to be pitied.
To be quite frank, Mary, I expect Father's character sometimes makes things trying for you, doesn't it?
As I was saying to you, Andrew, be kind and generous as you always used to be.
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.
"Well, may be!" said Prince Andrew.
These two things can be done together, he added.
Let him be here....
"No, it can't be helped, lad," said the prince.
Don't be afraid; I won't tell anyone, but you know it yourself.
What's to be done?
"Listen!" said he; "don't worry about your wife: what can be done shall be.
"Remember this, Prince Andrew, if they kill you it will hurt me, your old father..." he paused unexpectedly, and then in a querulous voice suddenly shrieked: "but if I hear that you have not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonski, I shall be ashamed!"
"I also wanted to ask you," continued Prince Andrew, "if I'm killed and if I have a son, do not let him be taken away from you--as I said yesterday... let him grow up with you....
On October 11, 1805, one of the infantry regiments that had just reached Braunau had halted half a mile from the town, waiting to be inspected by the commander-in-chief.
Though the words of the order were not clear to the regimental commander, and the question arose whether the troops were to be in marching order or not, it was decided at a consultation between the battalion commanders to present the regiment in parade order, on the principle that it is always better to "bow too low than not bow low enough."
It would not be turned off the field even on the Tsaritsin Meadow.
You will soon be dressing your men in petticoats!
If a soldier, he should be dressed in regulation uniform like the others.
Behind Kutuzov, at a distance that allowed every softly spoken word to be heard, followed some twenty men of his suite.
The regimental commander was afraid he might be blamed for this and did not answer.
Dolokhov, who had already changed into a soldier's gray greatcoat, did not wait to be called.
I hope this will be a lesson to you.
It's in the Emperor's service... it can't be helped... one is sometimes a bit hasty on parade...
And tell Mr. Dolokhov that I won't forget him--he may be quite easy.
God be praised! and he rode past that company and overtook the next one.
The soldiers' voices could be heard on every side.
There they all seemed to be Poles--all under the Russian crown--but here they're all regular Germans.
One can at least be of use on the staff...
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.
Some, a minority, acknowledged him to be different from themselves and from everyone else, expected great things of him, listened to him, admired, and imitated him, and with them Prince Andrew was natural and pleasant.
"There's nothing to be gay about," answered Bolkonski.
It must be where you put it.
It must be here somewhere, said Lavrushka.
I'll flay this scoundwel alive, and it will be found.
"Please be quick," he said.
He was glad, and at the same instant began to pity the miserable man who stood before him, but the task he had begun had to be completed.
It's not pleasant, but what's to be done, my dear fellow?
Whatever Bogdanich may be, anyway he is an honorable and brave old colonel!
It'll be worse for you.
"He has weported himself sick, he's to be stwuck off the list tomowwow," muttered Denisov.
The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished.
Down below, the little town could be seen with its white, red-roofed houses, its cathedral, and its bridge, on both sides of which streamed jostling masses of Russian troops.
The turrets of a convent stood out beyond a wild virgin pine forest, and far away on the other side of the Enns the enemy's horse patrols could be discerned.
"Thank you very much, Prince," answered one of the officers, pleased to be talking to a staff officer of such importance.
"No, but what I should like," added he, munching a pie in his moist-lipped handsome mouth, "would be to slip in over there."
That would be fine, gentlemen!
"They must be feeling dull, too," said one of the bolder officers, laughing.
They'll be fired on at the crossing.
On the opposite side the enemy could be seen by the naked eye, and from their battery a milk-white cloud arose.
Then came the distant report of a shot, and our troops could be seen hurrying to the crossing.
He just sends a ball and they think they'll all be killed, a sergeant was saying angrily and reproachfully.
There, Fedotov, you should be quartered on them!
It'll be worse if he fires the bridge.
It was calm, and at intervals the bugle calls and the shouts of the enemy could be heard from the hill.
You said the bridge would be burned, but who would it burn, I could not know by the holy spirit!
"Colonel," interrupted the officer of the suite, "You must be quick or the enemy will bring up his guns to use grapeshot."
Rostov did not think what this call for stretchers meant; he ran on, trying only to be ahead of the others; but just at the bridge, not looking at the ground, he came on some sticky, trodden mud, stumbled, and fell on his hands.
But now, even if they do get peppered, the squadron may be recommended for honors and he may get a ribbon.
The defense of Vienna was no longer to be thought of.
To be so sent meant not only a reward but an important step toward promotion.
He vividly imagined the casual questions that might be put to him and the answers he would give.
He expected to be at once presented to the Emperor.
Be at the levee tomorrow after the parade.
What the diplomatic matter might be he did not care, but it gave him great pleasure to prepare a circular, memorandum, or report, skillfully, pointedly, and elegantly.
Bilibin liked conversation as he liked work, only when it could be made elegantly witty.
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.
Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke's as good as another, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte's, that will be another story and we'll fire off some cannon!
You see that your victory is not a matter for great rejoicing and that you can't be received as a savior.
If Prussia joins the Allies, Austria's hand will be forced and there will be war.
If not it is merely a question of settling where the preliminaries of the new Campo Formio are to be drawn up.
That would be too base.
Recalling his recent impressions, the first thought that came into his mind was that today he had to be presented to the Emperor Francis; he remembered the Minister of War, the polite Austrian adjutant, Bilibin, and last night's conversation.
"Wait, I have not finished..." he said to Prince Andrew, seizing him by the arm, "I believe that intervention will be stronger than nonintervention.
If we were in Vienna it would be easy, but here, in this wretched Moravian hole, it is more difficult, and I beg you all to help me.
Brunn's attractions must be shown him.
"I shall scarcely be able to avail myself of your hospitality, gentlemen, it is already time for me to go," replied Prince Andrew looking at his watch.
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.
It will be cut off, said he.
Listening to Bilibin he was already imagining how on reaching the army he would give an opinion at the war council which would be the only one that could save the army, and how he alone would be entrusted with the executing of the plan.
Prince Auersperg feels his dignity at stake and orders the sergeant to be arrested.
"It may be treachery," said Prince Andrew, vividly imagining the gray overcoats, wounds, the smoke of gunpowder, the sounds of firing, and the glory that awaited him.
"It's not treachery nor rascality nor stupidity: it is just as at Ulm... it is..."--he seemed to be trying to find the right expression.
We are Macked), he concluded, feeling that he had produced a good epigram, a fresh one that would be repeated.
But as you are a philosopher, be a consistent one, look at the other side of the question and you will see that your duty, on the contrary, is to take care of yourself.
That same night, having taken leave of the Minister of War, Bolkonski set off to rejoin the army, not knowing where he would find it and fearing to be captured by the French on the way to Krems.
"And should there be nothing left but to die?" he thought.
Well, if need be, I shall do it no worse than others.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
You won't be able to find either your baggage or anything else now, Prince.
You must be ill to shiver like that, he added, noticing that Prince Andrew winced as at an electric shock.
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.
My blessing, and may Christ be with you in your great endeavor!
Christ be with you!
Your excellency, I should like to be of use here.
"That is why I beg to be sent to that detachment," he said.
Meeting Bagration's weak detachment on the Znaim road he supposed it to be Kutuzov's whole army.
To be able to crush it absolutely he awaited the arrival of the rest of the troops who were on their way from Vienna, and with this object offered a three days' truce on condition that both armies should remain in position without moving.
The Austrians let themselves be tricked at the crossing of the Vienna bridge, you are letting yourself be tricked by an aide-de-camp of the Emperor.
"However, there will hardly be an engagement today," said Bagration as if to reassure Prince Andrew.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
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.
On all sides they saw rain-soaked officers with dejected faces who seemed to be seeking something, and soldiers dragging doors, benches, and fencing from the village.
The alarm will be sounded and you'll be in a pretty position without your boots!
From there the French could already be seen.
At Grunth also some apprehension and alarm could be felt, but the nearer Prince Andrew came to the French lines the more confident was the appearance of our troops.
All their faces were as serene as if all this were happening at home awaiting peaceful encampment, and not within sight of the enemy before an action in which at least half of them would be left on the field.
It's a shame for a soldier to steal; a soldier must be honest, honorable, and brave, but if he robs his fellows there is no honor in him, he's a scoundrel.
The soldiers forming the picket line, like showmen exhibiting a curiosity, no longer looked at the French but paid attention to the sight-seers and grew weary waiting to be relieved.
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.
Having ridden round the whole line from right flank to left, Prince Andrew made his way up to the battery from which the staff officer had told him the whole field could be seen.
Just facing it, on the crest of the opposite hill, the village of Schon Grabern could be seen, and in three places to left and right the French troops amid the smoke of their campfires, the greater part of whom were evidently in the village itself and behind the hill.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
Behind Prince Bagration rode an officer of the suite, the prince's personal adjutant, Zherkov, an orderly officer, the staff officer on duty, riding a fine bobtailed horse, and a civilian--an accountant who had asked permission to be present at the battle out of curiosity.
"Lift it two lines more and it will be just right," cried he in a feeble voice to which he tried to impart a dashing note, ill-suited to his weak figure.
No one had given Tushin orders where and at what to fire, but after consulting his sergeant major, Zakharchenko, for whom he had great respect, he had decided that it would be a good thing to set fire to the village.
Prince Bagration ordered two battalions from the center to be sent to reinforce the right flank.
It seemed to Prince Andrew that the officer's remark was just and that really no answer could be made to it.
Prince Bagration, having reached the highest point of our right flank, began riding downhill to where the roll of musketry was heard but where on account of the smoke nothing could be seen.
It can't be an attack, for they are not moving; it can't be a square--for they are not drawn up for that.
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.
Vill you be so goot to come to ze front and see dat zis position iss no goot?
I am not considering my own pleasure and I won't allow it to be said!
"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.
Before him, on the right, Rostov saw the front lines of his hussars and still farther ahead a dark line which he could not see distinctly but took to be the enemy.
Shots could be heard, but some way off.
It must be one of ours, a prisoner.
Can it be that they will take me too?
Can they be French?
Can they be coming at me?
The foremost Frenchman, the one with the hooked nose, was already so close that the expression of his face could be seen.
Owing to the terrible uproar and the necessity for concentration and activity, Tushin did not experience the slightest unpleasant sense of fear, and the thought that he might be killed or badly wounded never occurred to him.
"I cannot be afraid," thought he, and dismounted slowly among the guns.
Nothing could be seen.
Prince Bagration, apparently not wishing to be severe, found nothing to say; the others did not venture to intervene.
It would not ache--it would be well--if only they did not pull it, but it was impossible to get rid of them.
But when he came across a man of position his instinct immediately told him that this man could be useful, and without any premeditation Prince Vasili took the first opportunity to gain his confidence, flatter him, become intimate with him, and finally make his request.
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.
My dear Helene, be charitable to my poor aunt who adores you.
And at that moment Pierre felt that Helene not only could, but must, be his wife, and that it could not be otherwise.
How and when this would be he did not know, he did not even know if it would be a good thing (he even felt, he knew not why, that it would be a bad thing), but he knew it would happen.
Don't be angry with me for exercising an old woman's privilege.
"If you marry it will be a different thing," she continued, uniting them both in one glance.
Why did this thought never occur to me before? and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.
"This is all very fine, but things must be settled," said Prince Vasili to himself, with a sorrowful sigh, one morning, feeling that Pierre who was under such obligations to him ("But never mind that") was not behaving very well in this matter.
"Youth, frivolity... well, God be with him," thought he, relishing his own goodness of heart, "but it must be brought to a head.
The day after tomorrow will be Lelya's name day.
I will invite two or three people, and if he does not understand what he ought to do then it will be my affair--yes, my affair.
She never was abashed and is not abashed now, so she cannot be a bad woman!
Can it be that I have none?
At one end of the table, the old chamberlain was heard assuring an old baroness that he loved her passionately, at which she laughed; at the other could be heard the story of the misfortunes of some Mary Viktorovna or other.
"Don't be unkind," cried Anna Pavlovna from her end of the table holding up a threatening finger.
At the head of the table, where the honored guests sat, everyone seemed to be in high spirits and under the influence of a variety of exciting sensations.
Prince Vasili mimicked the sobbing of Sergey Kuzmich and at the same time his eyes glanced toward his daughter, and while he laughed the expression on his face clearly said: "Yes... it's getting on, it will all be settled today."
The old princess sighed sadly as she offered some wine to the old lady next to her and glanced angrily at her daughter, and her sigh seemed to say: "Yes, there's nothing left for you and me but to sip sweet wine, my dear, now that the time has come for these young ones to be thus boldly, provocatively happy."
He felt it awkward to attract everyone's attention and to be considered a lucky man and, with his plain face, to be looked on as a sort of Paris possessed of a Helen.
"But no doubt it always is and must be so!" he consoled himself.
That Princess Helene will be beautiful still when she's fifty.
"The step must be taken but I cannot, I cannot!" thought Pierre, and he again began speaking about indifferent matters, about Sergey Kuzmich, asking what the point of the story was as he had not heard it properly.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be dozing.
Old Prince Nicholas Bolkonski received a letter from Prince Vasili in November, 1805, announcing that he and his son would be paying him a visit.
"It seems that there will be no need to bring Mary out, suitors are coming to us of their own accord," incautiously remarked the little princess on hearing the news.
"God be thanked," thought the overseer, "the storm has blown over!"
Above all, try to be respectful and cautious with the old prince.
Even if I like him I can't now be myself with him.
Dressed as she used to be in Petersburg society, it was still more noticeable how much plainer she had become.
They'll be announcing that the gentlemen are in the drawing room and we shall have to go down, and you have not smartened yourself up at all!
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.
To tell them that she felt ashamed for herself and for them would be to betray her agitation, while to decline their offers to dress her would prolong their banter and insistence.
You know the fate of your whole life may be at stake.
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.
They forgot that the frightened face and the figure could not be altered, and that however they might change the setting and adornment of that face, it would still remain piteous and plain.
This expression in Princess Mary did not frighten them (she never inspired fear in anyone), but they knew that when it appeared on her face, she became mute and was not to be shaken in her determination.
The prince will be out in a moment, came the maid's voice at the door.
Could the joy of love, of earthly love for a man, be for her?
Desire nothing for thyself, seek nothing, be not anxious or envious.
If it be God's will to prove thee in the duties of marriage, be ready to fulfill His will.
It was evident that he could be silent in this way for a very long time.
You'd be only too glad, of course.
"Well, I've nothing against it," the prince said to himself, "but he must be worthy of her.
The handsome open face of the man who might perhaps be her husband absorbed all her attention.
I try to be reserved because in the depth of my soul I feel too near to him already, but then he cannot know what I think of him and may imagine that I do not like him.
How happy I am now, and how happy I may be with such a friend and such a husband!
Can it be possible? she thought, not daring to look at his face, but still feeling his eyes gazing at her.
"Is it possible that Amelie" (Mademoiselle Bourienne) "thinks I could be jealous of her, and not value her pure affection and devotion to me?"
"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.
She must be shown that the blockhead thinks nothing of her and looks only at Bourienne.
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.
That's how it's to be understood!
She'll be the wife, while you...
It was untrue to be sure, but still it was terrible, and she could not help thinking of it.
Do you wish or not to be Prince Anatole Kuragin's wife?
I thank you for the honor, but I shall never be your son's wife.
My vocation is to be happy with another kind of happiness, the happiness of love and self-sacrifice.
I shall be so happy when she is his wife.
But for God's sake, be careful, you know how it may affect your mamma.
She believed it could be, but did not understand it.
Now that he was already an officer and a wounded hero, would it be right to remind him of herself and, as it might seem, of the obligations to her he had taken on himself?
And I should be ashamed to write to Boris.
Why should you be ashamed?
"And I know why she'd be ashamed," said Petya, offended by Natasha's previous remark.
From all he says one should be glad and not cry.
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
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.
On the twelfth of November, Kutuzov's active army, in camp before Olmutz, was preparing to be reviewed next day by the two Emperors--the Russian and the Austrian.
Do go somewhere, anywhere... to the devil!" he exclaimed, and immediately seizing him by the shoulder and looking amiably into his face, evidently wishing to soften the rudeness of his words, he added, "Don't be hurt, my dear fellow; you know I speak from my heart as to an old acquaintance."
This letter would be of great use to you.
I want nothing, and I won't be anyone's adjutant.
So far everything's all right, but I confess I should much like to be an adjutant and not remain at the front.
Boris inquired what news there might be on the staff, and what, without indiscretion, one might ask about our plans.
Berg took the opportunity to ask, with great politeness, whether, as was rumored, the allowance of forage money to captains of companies would be doubled.
"Of whom you imagine me to be one?" said Prince Andrew, with a quiet and particularly amiable smile.
You have earned the St. George's standards and will be worthy of them.
"How can the Emperor be undecided?" thought Rostov, but then even this indecision appeared to him majestic and enchanting, like everything else the Tsar did.
"My God, how happy I should be if he ordered me to leap into the fire this instant!" thought Rostov.
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?
I only wanted to ask because I fear the Guards won't be in action, he added as if in apology.
Only let me report this gentleman's business, and I shall be at your disposal.
He would say a lot of pleasant things, ask you to dinner" ("That would not be bad as regards the unwritten code," thought Boris), "but nothing more would come of it.
God grant that the one that will result from it will be as victorious!
This combination of Austrian precision with Russian valor--what more could be wished for?
If not as 'Consul' and of course not as 'Emperor,' it seemed to me it should be to 'General Bonaparte.'
You know I should be very glad to do all in my power both for you and for this dear young man.
Boris was excited by the thought of being so close to the higher powers as he felt himself to be at that moment.
And Rostov got up and went wandering among the campfires, dreaming of what happiness it would be to die--not in saving the Emperor's life (he did not even dare to dream of that), but simply to die before his eyes.
I won't say he is out of sorts, but I fancy he would like to be heard.
"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!
"Be quiet, backbiter!" said Dolgorukov.
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.
Shortly after nine o'clock that evening, Weyrother drove with his plans to Kutuzov's quarters where the council of war was to be held.
Weyrother evidently felt himself to be at the head of a movement that had already become unrestrainable.
He was evidently so busy that he even forgot to be polite to the commander in chief.
Prince Andrew came in to inform the commander-in-chief of this and, availing himself of permission previously given him by Kutuzov to be present at the council, he remained in the room.
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."
"A geography lesson!" he muttered as if to himself, but loud enough to be heard.
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
"Gentlemen, the dispositions for tomorrow--or rather for today, for it is past midnight--cannot now be altered," said he.
Is it possible that on account of court and personal considerations tens of thousands of lives, and my life, my life," he thought, "must be risked?"
"Yes, it is very likely that I shall be killed tomorrow," he thought.
Tomorrow everything may be over for me!
All these memories will be no more, none of them will have any meaning for me.
"Well then," Prince Andrew answered himself, "I don't know what will happen and don't want to know, and can't, but if I want this--want glory, want to be known to men, want to be loved by them, it is not my fault that I want it and want nothing but that and live only for that.
An enormous space, with our army's campfires dimly glowing in the fog, could be seen behind him; in front of him was misty darkness.
What a nuisance that our squadron will be in reserve tomorrow, he thought.
I'll ask leave to go to the front, this may be my only chance of seeing the Emperor.
It won't be long now before I am off duty.
(Won't she be surprised when I tell her how I've seen the Emperor?)
That must be the enemy's camp!
"From the direction, it must be the enemy," repeated Rostov.
"It may be he or it may be nothing," muttered the hussar.
"They can't be far off, probably just beyond the stream," he said to the hussar beside him.
Tomorrow our squadron is to be in reserve.
May I ask to be attached to the first squadron?
"Tomorrow very likely I may be sent with some message to the Emperor," thought Rostov.
Let every man be fully imbued with the thought that we must defeat these hirelings of England, inspired by such hatred of our nation!
They'd be firing if we had.
I say, shall we soon be clear?
We were ordered to be at the place before nine, but we haven't got halfway.
The general shouted a demand that the cavalry should be halted, the Austrian argued that not he, but the higher command, was to blame.
From information he had received the evening before, from the sound of wheels and footsteps heard by the outposts during the night, by the disorderly movement of the Russian columns, and from all indications, he saw clearly that the allies believed him to be far away in front of them, and that the columns moving near Pratzen constituted the center of the Russian army, and that that center was already sufficiently weakened to be successfully attacked.
The locality and the position of our troops were known to him as far as they could be known to anyone in our army.
His own strategic plan, which obviously could not now be carried out, was forgotten.
To the left down below in the mist, the musketry fire of unseen forces could be heard.
Seeing them he kept thinking, "That may be the very standard with which I shall lead the army."
In front, far off on the farther shore of that sea of mist, some wooded hills were discernible, and it was there the enemy probably was, for something could be descried.
He had felt perfectly sure that there were other troops in front of him and that the enemy must be at least six miles away.
"Old though he may be, he should not, he certainly should not, speak like that," their glances seemed to say.
But Kutuzov, with respectfully bowed head, seemed also to be waiting.
"God be with you, general!" said the Emperor.
The French were supposed to be a mile and a half away, but had suddenly and unexpectedly appeared just in front of us.
"The Apsherons must be stopped, your excellency," cried he.
Nesvitski with an angry face, red and unlike himself, was shouting to Kutuzov that if he did not ride away at once he would certainly be taken prisoner.
Bagration knew that as the distance between the two flanks was more than six miles, even if the messenger were not killed (which he very likely would be), and found the commander-in-chief (which would be very difficult), he would not be able to get back before evening.
"How it will be there I don't know, but all will be well!" thought Rostov.
Rostov, fearing to be crushed or swept into the attack on the French, galloped along the front as hard as his horse could go, but still was not in time to avoid them.
"What can it be?" he thought.
"But be that what it may," he reflected, "there is no riding round it now.
But no, these must be only a handful of scoundrels.
It will soon be over, it can't be that, it can't be!
"It can't be!" said Rostov.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
Rostov considered, and then went in the direction where they said he would be killed.
"But it can't be he, alone in the midst of this empty field!" thought Rostov.
He was happy to be seeing him.
Those speeches were intended for quite other conditions, they were for the most part to be spoken at a moment of victory and triumph, generally when he was dying of wounds and the sovereign had thanked him for heroic deeds, and while dying he expressed the love his actions had proved.
After five o'clock it was only at the Augesd Dam that a hot cannonade (delivered by the French alone) was still to be heard from numerous batteries ranged on the slopes of the Pratzen Heights, directed at our retreating forces.
How good it would be to know where to seek for help in this life, and what to expect after it beyond the grave!
Yes, God be thanked!
The Lord be thanked, yes!
But now steps were heard at the door, steps so rapid that they could hardly be his mother's.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
She says: 'I shall love him always, but let him be free.'
I'll never marry anyone, but will be a dancer.
Well then, be quick.
His looks thanked her for offering him his freedom and told her that one way or another he would never cease to love her, for that would be impossible.
After a short period of adapting himself to the old conditions of life, Nicholas found it very pleasant to be at home again.
There will be time enough to think about love when I want to, but now I have no time.
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.
Yes, it can't be helped if they won't take less.
Say that everything out of the hothouses must be brought here well wrapped up in felt.
The old count pretended to be angry.
It will be a tremendous banquet.
The Moscovites felt that something was wrong and that to discuss the bad news was difficult, and so it was best to be silent.
Reasons were found for the incredible, unheard- of, and impossible event of a Russian defeat, everything became clear, and in all corners of Moscow the same things began to be said.
All Moscow repeated Prince Dolgorukov's saying: "If you go on modeling and modeling you must get smeared with clay," suggesting consolation for our defeat by the memory of former victories; and the words of Rostopchin, that French soldiers have to be incited to battle by highfalutin words, and Germans by logical arguments to show them that it is more dangerous to run away than to advance, but that Russian soldiers only need to be restrained and held back!
A dreaded foe be thou, kindhearted as a man, A Rhipheus at home, a Caesar in the field!
"There will be many toasts, it's time to begin," he whispered, and taking up his glass, he rose.
Young Rostov's ecstatic voice could be heard above the three hundred others.
He seemed to see and hear nothing of what was going on around him and to be absorbed by some depressing and unsolved problem.
Involuntarily recalling his wife's past and her relations with Dolokhov, Pierre saw clearly that what was said in the letter might be true, or might at least seem to be true had it not referred to his wife.
It would be particularly pleasant to him to dishonor my name and ridicule me, just because I have exerted myself on his behalf, befriended him, and helped him.
Despite Denisov's request that he would take no part in the matter, Rostov agreed to be Dolokhov's second, and after dinner he discussed the arrangements for the duel with Nesvitski, Bezukhov's second.
If you are going to fight a duel, and you make a will and write affectionate letters to your parents, and if you think you may be killed, you are a fool and are lost for certain.
But go with the firm intention of killing your man as quickly and surely as possible, and then all will be right, as our bear huntsman at Kostroma used to tell me.
But just at moments when such thoughts occurred to him, he would ask in a particularly calm and absent-minded way, which inspired the respect of the onlookers, Will it be long?
"I should not be doing my duty, Count," he said in timid tones, "and should not justify your confidence and the honor you have done me in choosing me for your second, if at this grave, this very grave, moment I did not tell you the whole truth.
It was thawing and misty; at forty paces' distance nothing could be seen.
It was evident that the affair so lightly begun could no longer be averted but was taking its course independently of men's will.
She did not give him the money, but let herself be kissed.
But feeling this to be senseless and impossible, he again glanced timidly at her.
What will be the result?
That I shall be the laughingstock of all Moscow, that everyone will say that you, drunk and not knowing what you were about, challenged a man you are jealous of without cause.
"Your excellency, should not Mary Bogdanovna be sent for?" said one of the maids who was present.
"Well, the Lord be thanked, Princess," said Mary Bogdanovna, not hastening her steps.
"No matter, Princess, don't be alarmed," said Mary Bogdanovna.
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
Then suddenly a terrible shriek--it could not be hers, she could not scream like that--came from the bedroom.
Prince Andrew sat in another room, faint with fear lest the baby should be drowned in the font, and awaited the termination of the ceremony.
Knowing him to be an only son, to challenge him and shoot so straight!
Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved!
Do you know, Nicholas--don't be angry--but I know you will not marry her.
It may be arrogant of me, but still it is best to say it.
With scarcely any exceptions they all were, or seemed to be, pretty--so rapturous were their smiles and so sparkling their eyes.
"How sweet she is--she will be a weal beauty!" said Denisov.
"No, my dear fellow, I'll be a wallflower," said Denisov.
One of the players said he hoped he might be trusted.
"Leave it," said Dolokhov, though he did not seem to be even looking at Rostov, "you'll win it back all the sooner.
On the previous Sunday the old count had given his son two thousand rubles, and though he always disliked speaking of money difficulties had told Nicholas that this was all he could let him have till May, and asked him to be more economical this time.
Nicholas had replied that it would be more than enough for him and that he gave his word of honor not to take anything more till the spring.
He knew what a shock he would inflict on his father and mother by the news of this loss, he knew what a relief it would be to escape it all, and felt that Dolokhov knew that he could save him from all this shame and sorrow, but wanted now to play with him as a cat does with a mouse.
Will Papa be back soon?
"Ah, it can't be avoided!" thought Nicholas, for the first and last time.
I told you it would not be enough.
"It can't be helped It happens to everyone!" said the son, with a bold, free, and easy tone, while in his soul he regarded himself as a worthless scoundrel whose whole life could not atone for his crime.
"Yes, yes," he muttered, "it will be difficult, I fear, difficult to raise... happens to everybody!
Don't be cross, dear!
It's high time for you to be married, answered the countess sharply and sarcastically.
The servant brought back his tumbler turned upside down, * with an unfinished bit of nibbled sugar, and asked if anything more would be wanted.
The servant handed him a book which Pierre took to be a devotional work, and the traveler became absorbed in it.
"Just as I may suppose you to be deluded," said Pierre, with a faint smile.
Only by laying stone on stone with the cooperation of all, by the millions of generations from our forefather Adam to our own times, is that temple reared which is to be a worthy dwelling place of the Great God, he added, and closed his eyes.
"If He were not," he said quietly, "you and I would not be speaking of Him, my dear sir.
"He is not to be apprehended by reason, but by life," said the Mason.
He was afraid of any want of clearness, any weakness, in the Mason's arguments; he dreaded not to be able to believe in him.
Have you chosen a post in which you might be of service to your neighbor?
"Can he really be going away leaving me alone without having told me all, and without promising to help me?" thought Pierre, rising with downcast head; and he began to pace the room, glancing occasionally at the Mason.
But do not suppose me to be so bad.
With my whole soul I wish to be what you would have me be, but I have never had help from anyone....
A person of very high standing in our Brotherhood has made application for you to be received into our Order before the usual term and has proposed to me to be your sponsor.
Hoping to enter on an entirely new life quite unlike the old one, he expected everything to be unusual, even more unusual than what he was seeing.
But since this mystery is of such a nature that nobody can know or use it unless he be prepared by long and diligent self-purification, not everyone can hope to attain it quickly.
"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.)
He heard those around him disputing in whispers and one of them insisting that he should be led along a certain carpet.
Shan't I be ashamed to remember this?
This gift will be a pledge of your purity of heart to her whom you select to be your worthy helpmeet in Masonry.
Be kindly and courteous.
On the previous evening at the Lodge, he had heard that a rumor of his duel had reached the Emperor and that it would be wiser for him to leave Petersburg.
Let us write her a letter at once, and she'll come here and all will be explained, or else, my dear boy, let me tell you it's quite likely you'll have to suffer for it.
Moreover, the words of the masonic statutes, "be kindly and courteous," recurred to him.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
He made friends with and sought the acquaintance of only those above him in position and who could therefore be of use to him.
To be in Anna Pavlovna's drawing room he considered an important step up in the service, and he at once understood his role, letting his hostess make use of whatever interest he had to offer.
* "Europe will never be our sincere ally."
Boris smiled circumspectly, so that it might be taken as ironical or appreciative according to the way the joke was received.
He is said to be fleeing in great disorder.
We search, but none are to be found.
Our aim is no longer, as it should be, to avoid or attack the enemy, but solely to avoid General Buxhowden who by right of seniority should be our chief.
On all his estates Pierre saw with his own eyes brick buildings erected or in course of erection, all on one plan, for hospitals, schools, and almshouses, which were soon to be opened.
They put questions and gave brief replies about things they knew ought to be talked over at length.
What error or evil can there be in my wishing to do good, and even doing a little--though I did very little and did it very badly?
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?
But what's right and what's good must be judged by one who knows all, but not by us.
It would be far easier and simpler for him to die.
It would be different if you grudged losing a laborer--that's how I regard him--but you want to cure him from love of him.
I should be thankful to do nothing, but here on the one hand the local nobility have done me the honor to choose me to be their marshal; it was all I could do to get out of it.
Then there's this house, which must be built in order to have a nook of one's own in which to be quiet.
It can't be so.
Nor could I, and it cannot be seen if one looks on our life here as the end of everything.
It cannot be that there is no answer.
He orders these pilgrims to be driven away, but she receives them.
It will serve her right, she will be confused, but you will see her 'God's folk.'
The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea.
"But, dear me, that must be a fraud!" said Pierre, naively, who had listened attentively to the pilgrim.
She evidently felt frightened and ashamed to have accepted charity in a house where such things could be said, and was at the same time sorry to have now to forgo the charity of this house.
Pierre was maintaining that a time would come when there would be no more wars.
Drain the blood from men's veins and put in water instead, then there will be no more war!
Won't the soldiers be glad!
If not, as the demand was booked against an infantry regiment, there will be a row and the affair may end badly.
Then he says: 'Go and give a weceipt to the commissioner, but your affair will be passed on to headquarters.'
I shall be there.
It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.
He shall be taken away--taken away at once, said the assistant hurriedly.
Rostov even noticed that Denisov did not like to be reminded of the regiment, or in general of that other free life which was going on outside the hospital.
They say great rewards will now be distributed, and surely a pardon would be granted....
"Well, let it be bad," said Denisov.
He noted this down that same evening, among other facts he felt to be of historic importance.
Only recently, talking with one of Platov's Cossack officers, Rostov had argued that if Napoleon were taken prisoner he would be treated not as a sovereign, but as a criminal.
* "In a minute I shall be at your disposal."
His eyes, looking serenely and steadily at Rostov, seemed to be veiled by something, as if screened by blue spectacles of conventionality.
I think it would be best not to bring it before the Emperor, but to apply to the commander of the corps....
The Emperors were to be present at that banquet.
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.
Who can be more just, more magnanimous than he?
This way, to the officer on duty" (he was shown the door leading downstairs), "only it won't be accepted."
He'll be coming out directly, we must go.
Stopping beside his horse, with his hand on the saddle, the Emperor turned to the cavalry general and said in a loud voice, evidently wishing to be heard by all:
It could be no one else.
The crowd unexpectedly found itself so close to the Emperors that Rostov, standing in the front row, was afraid he might be recognized.
"To whom shall it be given?" the Emperor Alexander asked Koslovski, in Russian in a low voice.
"Can it be me?" thought Rostov.
It has to be done.
If once we begin judging and arguing about everything, nothing sacred will be left!
That way we shall be saying there is no God--nothing! shouted Nicholas, banging the table--very little to the point as it seemed to his listeners, but quite relevantly to the course of his own thoughts.
In the forest it was almost hot, no wind could be felt.
She was evidently leaning right out, for the rustle of her dress and even her breathing could be heard.
"To bed then, if it must be!" and she slammed the casement.
A whole series of sensible and logical considerations showing it to be essential for him to go to Petersburg, and even to re-enter the service, kept springing up in his mind.
It now seemed clear to him that all his experience of life must be senselessly wasted unless he applied it to some kind of work and again played an active part in life.
He did not even remember how formerly, on the strength of similar wretched logical arguments, it had seemed obvious that he would be degrading himself if he now, after the lessons he had had in life, allowed himself to believe in the possibility of being useful and in the possibility of happiness or love.
The reforming party cordially welcomed and courted him, in the first place because he was reputed to be clever and very well read, and secondly because by liberating his serfs he had obtained the reputation of being a liberal.
Just the same as now--I ask you, Count--who will be heads of the departments when everybody has to pass examinations?
He spoke slowly, with assurance that he would be listened to, and he looked only at the person with whom he was conversing.
"I think, however, that these condemnations have some ground," returned Prince Andrew, trying to resist Speranski's influence, of which he began to be conscious.
Speranski went on to say that honor, l'honneur, cannot be upheld by privileges harmful to the service; that honor, l'honneur, is either a negative concept of not doing what is blameworthy or it is a source of emulation in pursuit of commendation and rewards, which recognize it.
"I do not dispute that, but it cannot be denied that court privileges have attained the same end," returned Prince Andrew.
The mechanism of life, the arrangement of the day so as to be in time everywhere, absorbed the greater part of his vital energy.
In Prince Andrew's eyes Speranski was the man he would himself have wished to be--one who explained all the facts of life reasonably, considered important only what was rational, and was capable of applying the standard of reason to everything.
Everything was right and everything was as it should be: only one thing disconcerted Prince Andrew.
And so toward the end of the year he went abroad to be initiated into the higher secrets of the order.
What is to be done in these circumstances?
It taught men to be wise and good and for their own benefit to follow the example and instruction of the best and wisest men.
It is impossible to eradicate the passions; but we must strive to direct them to a noble aim, and it is therefore necessary that everyone should be able to satisfy his passions within the limits of virtue.
As soon as we have a certain number of worthy men in every state, each of them again training two others and all being closely united, everything will be possible for our order, which has already in secret accomplished much for the welfare of mankind.
Even those members who seemed to be on his side understood him in their own way with limitations and alterations he could not agree to, as what he always wanted most was to convey his thought to others just as he himself understood it.
Pierre did not answer him and asked briefly whether his proposal would be accepted.
To be received in the Countess Bezukhova's salon was regarded as a diploma of intellect.
At these parties his feelings were like those of a conjuror who always expects his trick to be found out at any moment.
It seemed to me that his object in entering the Brotherhood was merely to be intimate and in favor with members of our lodge.
I could not be eloquent, nor could I frankly mention my doubts to the Brothers and to the Grand Master.
But I replied that I should be ashamed to do it, and suddenly everything vanished.
Though some skeptics smiled when told of Berg's merits, it could not be denied that he was a painstaking and brave officer, on excellent terms with his superiors, and a moral young man with a brilliant career before him and an assured position in society.
Well, you will be coming," he was going to say, "to dine," but changed his mind and said "to take tea with us," and quickly doubling up his tongue he blew a small round ring of tobacco smoke, perfectly embodying his dream of happiness.
You shall be satisfied....
Before Sonya and her mother, if Boris happened to be mentioned, she spoke quite freely of that episode as of some childish, long-forgotten matter that was not worth mentioning.
But he went with the firm intention of letting her and her parents feel that the childish relations between himself and Natasha could not be binding either on her or on him.
He had a brilliant position in society thanks to his intimacy with Countess Bezukhova, a brilliant position in the service thanks to the patronage of an important personage whose complete confidence he enjoyed, and he was beginning to make plans for marrying one of the richest heiresses in Petersburg, plans which might very easily be realized.
It seemed to him that he ought to have an explanation with Natasha and tell her that the old times must be forgotten, that in spite of everything... she could not be his wife, that he had no means, and they would never let her marry him.
She was finishing her last prayer: "Can it be that this couch will be my grave?"
The diplomatic corps and the Emperor himself were to be present.
A third of the visitors had already arrived, but the Rostovs, who were to be present, were still hurrying to get dressed.
They had decided to be at the ball by half past ten, and Natasha had still to get dressed and they had to call at the Taurida Gardens.
"Whenever will you be ready?" asked the count coming to the door.
Peronskaya must be tired of waiting.
He would have embraced her but, blushing, she stepped aside fearing to be rumpled.
He had promised to be at the ball and introduce partners to her.
She was not concerned about the Emperor or any of those great people whom Peronskaya was pointing out--she had but one thought: Is it possible no one will ask me, that I shall not be among the first to dance?
Baron Firhoff was talking to him about the first sitting of the Council of State to be held next day.
Prince Andrew was watching these men abashed by the Emperor's presence, and the women who were breathlessly longing to be asked to dance.
"If she goes to her cousin first and then to another lady, she will be my wife," said Prince Andrew to himself quite to his own surprise, as he watched her.
"How can people be dissatisfied with anything?" thought Natasha.
The visitor was Bitski, who served on various committees, frequented all the societies in Petersburg, and a passionate devotee of the new ideas and of Speranski, and a diligent Petersburg newsmonger--one of those men who choose their opinions like their clothes according to the fashion, but who for that very reason appear to be the warmest partisans.
The Emperor said that the fiscal system must be reorganized and the accounts published, recounted Bitski, emphasizing certain words and opening his eyes significantly.
Prince Andrew did not laugh and feared that he would be a damper on the spirits of the company, but no one took any notice of his being out of harmony with the general mood.
Pierre was right when he said one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and now I do believe in it.
Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy! thought he.
Unfortunately she could not grant my request, but I hope, Count, I shall be more fortunate with you, he said with a smile.
Only Countess Helene, considering the society of such people as the Bergs beneath her, could be cruel enough to refuse such an invitation.
But don't be late, Count, if I may venture to ask; about ten minutes to eight, please.
Berg, closely buttoned up in his new uniform, sat beside his wife explaining to her that one always could and should be acquainted with people above one, because only then does one get satisfaction from acquaintances.
It goes without saying that one must be conscientious and methodical.
* To be a man.
"It can't be helped: men must sometimes have masculine conversation," said he.
Vera, having decided in her own mind that Pierre ought to be entertained with conversation about the French embassy, at once began accordingly.
At the card table he happened to be directly facing Natasha, and was struck by a curious change that had come over her since the ball.
With so intellectual a guest as she considered Prince Andrew to be, she felt that she had to employ her diplomatic tact.
Could she be constant in her attachments?
And it must be confessed that Natalie is very susceptible.
"Oh, undoubtedly!" said Prince Andrew, and with sudden and unnatural liveliness he began chaffing Pierre about the need to be very careful with his fifty-year-old Moscow cousins, and in the midst of these jesting remarks he rose, taking Pierre by the arm, and drew him aside.
Everyone in the house realized for whose sake Prince Andrew came, and without concealing it he tried to be with Natasha all day.
Mamma, one need not be ashamed of his being a widower?
And I am sure there will not be a happier man than you.
Thirdly, he had a son whom it would be a pity to entrust to a chit of a girl.
But however much they left her in peace she could not now be at peace, and immediately felt this.
I don't want... to be tormented?
No, it can't be! she thought.
Yes, at once, that very instant, her fate would be decided.
"Did your mother tell you that it cannot be for a year?" asked Prince Andrew, still looking into her eyes.
Can it be true?
"Hard as this year which delays my happiness will be," continued Prince Andrew, "it will give you time to be sure of yourself.
Natasha repeated suddenly, only now realizing that the marriage was to be postponed for a year.
"And can't it be helped?" she asked.
At first the family felt some constraint in intercourse with Prince Andrew; he seemed a man from another world, and for a long time Natasha trained the family to get used to him, proudly assuring them all that he only appeared to be different, but was really just like all of them, and that she was not afraid of him and no one else ought to be.
Could he be to blame toward her, or could her father, whom she knew loved her in spite of it all, be unjust?
You will be surprised to hear that the reason for this is Buonaparte!
In any case it will be decided very shortly.
If the doctors did not keep me here at the spas I should be back in Russia, but as it is I have to postpone my return for three months.
It won't be long--I shall soon set him free.
She will be little Nicholas' stepmother and I'll marry Bourienne!...
He mustn't be without a stepmother either!
Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease.
He felt that sooner or later he would have to re-enter that whirlpool of life, with its embarrassments and affairs to be straightened out, its accounts with stewards, quarrels, and intrigues, its ties, society, and with Sonya's love and his promise to her.
In 1810 he received letters from his parents, in which they told him of Natasha's engagement to Bolkonski, and that the wedding would be in a year's time because the old prince made difficulties.
She wrote that if he did not come and take matters in hand, their whole property would be sold by auction and they would all have to go begging.
What was new in them was a certain uneasiness and occasional discord, which there used not to be, and which, as Nicholas soon found out, was due to the bad state of their affairs.
What can be keeping him?
But what an account of everything might be Nicholas knew even less than the frightened and bewildered Mitenka.
Then with no less fear and delight they saw how the young count, red in the face and with bloodshot eyes, dragged Mitenka out by the scruff of the neck and applied his foot and knee to his behind with great agility at convenient moments between the words, shouting, Be off!
"Can you resist it?" those eyes seemed to be asking.
Having finished his inquiries and extorted from Daniel an opinion that the hounds were fit (Daniel himself wished to go hunting), Nicholas ordered the horses to be saddled.
We are going, but only wolf hunting: it would be dull for you.
It seemed to Daniel irksome and improper to be in a room at all, but to have anything to do with a young lady seemed to him impossible.
The whine of a straggling hound could be heard.
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist it and it's a good thing you're going.
"You mustn't think we'll be in anyone's way, Uncle," she said.
After the cry of the hounds came the deep tones of the wolf call from Daniel's hunting horn; the pack joined the first three hounds and they could be heard in full cry, with that peculiar lift in the note that indicates that they are after a wolf.
"What would it be to Thee to do this for me?" he said to God.
"No, it can't be!" thought Rostov, taking a deep breath, as a man does at the coming of something long hoped for.
That instant, when Nicholas saw the wolf struggling in the gully with the dogs, while from under them could be seen her gray hair and outstretched hind leg and her frightened choking head, with her ears laid back (Karay was pinning her by the throat), was the happiest moment of his life.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
He saw Karay seize the wolf, and checked his horse, supposing the affair to be over.
"Uncle," Rostov, and Ilagin kept stealthily glancing at one another's dogs, trying not to be observed by their companions and searching uneasily for rivals to their own borzois.
"I don't understand," continued Ilagin, "how some sportsmen can be so jealous about game and dogs.
For myself, I can tell you, Count, I enjoy riding in company such as this... what could be better?
But when it is, then look out! his appearance seemed to Nicholas to be saying.
And if you put up at my house that will be better still.
You see it's damp weather, and you could rest, and the little countess could be driven home in a trap.
"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.
Leading from the study was a passage in which a partition with ragged curtains could be seen.
"Uncle" too was in high spirits and far from being offended by the brother's and sister's laughter (it could never enter his head that they might be laughing at his way of life) he himself joined in the merriment.
Now a fine young fellow must be found as husband for you.
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.
There was still the hunting establishment which Nicholas had enlarged.
She felt this to be their last hope and that if Nicholas refused the match she had found for him, she would have to abandon the hope of ever getting matters right.
Why should I be wasted like this, Mamma?
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.
There won't then be in me what there is now.
When I was quite little that used to be so with me.
It is now today, and it will be tomorrow, and always; and there was yesterday, and the day before...
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
Her maternal instinct told her that Natasha had too much of something, and that because of this she would not be happy.
"That used to be Sonya," thought he, and looked at her closer and smiled.
"I think this used to be Natasha," thought Nicholas, "and that was Madame Schoss, but perhaps it's not, and this Circassian with the mustache I don't know, but I love her."
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
I was beginning to be vexed with you.
They talked of how they would live when they were married, how their husbands would be friends, and how happy they would be.
It would be too good! said Natasha, rising and going to the looking glasses.
Nicholas felt the situation to be intolerable and went to have an explanation with his mother.
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, I tell you!... she almost screamed, so as to drown his voice.
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.
Natasha's trousseau had to be ordered and the house sold.
Had he not at one time longed with all his heart to establish a republic in Russia; then himself to be a Napoleon; then to be a philosopher; and then a strategist and the conqueror of Napoleon?
So it appears that it must be so!
He had the unfortunate capacity many men, especially Russians, have of seeing and believing in the possibility of goodness and truth, but of seeing the evil and falsehood of life too clearly to be able to take a serious part in it.
Whatever he tried to be, whatever he engaged in, the evil and falsehood of it repulsed him and blocked every path of activity.
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.
Julie, with whom she had corresponded for the last five years, was in Moscow, but proved to be quite alien to her when they met.
Next day the prince did not say a word to his daughter, but she noticed that at dinner he gave orders that Mademoiselle Bourienne should be served first.
Be off, I tell you...
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
The prince's house did not belong to what is known as fashionable society, but his little circle--though not much talked about in town-- was one it was more flattering to be received in than any other.
Pierre looked at Rostopchin with naive astonishment, not understanding why he should be disturbed by the bad composition of the Note.
"My dear fellow, with our five hundred thousand troops it should be easy to have a good style," returned Count Rostopchin.
He began speaking louder, evidently to be heard by everyone.
His words are music, I never tire of hearing him! said the old prince, keeping hold of the hand and offering his cheek to be kissed.
To please Moscow girls nowadays one has to be melancholy.
"It would be a relief," thought she, "if I ventured to confide what I am feeling to someone.
It would be a relief.
What is to be done?
In a few months the year will be up.
I hope to be friends with her.
She does not deign to be clever....
I am so fond of Julie that I should be sorry for her.
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.
They'll be safe with me, as safe as in Chancery!
Be kind, and use your wits.
Then all will be well.
Won't that be best?
The princess told the count that she would be delighted, and only begged him to stay longer at Anna Semenovna's, and he departed.
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.
"I suppose it has to be like this!" she thought.
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.
It will be great fun.
Do come!" and putting out his hand to her bouquet and dropping his voice, he added, "You will be the prettiest there.
As Shinshin had remarked, from the time of his arrival Anatole had turned the heads of the Moscow ladies, especially by the fact that he slighted them and plainly preferred the gypsy girls and French actresses--with the chief of whom, Mademoiselle George, he was said to be on intimate relations.
Anatole had very soon abandoned his wife and, for a payment which he agreed to send to his father-in-law, had arranged to be free to pass himself off as a bachelor.
Still less could he be accused of ambition.
All will be forgiven her, for she loved much; and all will be forgiven him, for he enjoyed much.
She was still too agitated by the encounter to be able to talk of the affair calmly.
During the ecossaise, which she also danced with him, Anatole said nothing when they happened to be by themselves, but merely gazed at her.
He took it into his head to begin shouting, but I am not one to be shouted down.
If your betrothed comes here now--there will be no avoiding a quarrel; but alone with the old man he will talk things over and then come on to you.
If the old man came round it would be all the better to visit him in Moscow or at Bald Hills later on; and if not, the wedding, against his wishes, could only be arranged at Otradnoe.
No, why be sorry?
Whatever her father's feelings might be, she begged Natasha to believe that she could not help loving her as the one chosen by her brother, for whose happiness she was ready to sacrifice everything.
He is an invalid and an old man who must be forgiven; but he is good and magnanimous and will love her who makes his son happy.
"Can it be that it is all over?" she thought.
Can it be that all this has happened so quickly and has destroyed all that went before?
"Why could that not be as well?" she sometimes asked herself in complete bewilderment.
Only so could I be completely happy; but now I have to choose, and I can't be happy without either of them.
But it can't be that she loves him!
But, Natasha, can that be all over?
You want me to be miserable, you want us to be separated....
But there must be reasons!
At that party Natasha again met Anatole, and Sonya noticed that she spoke to him, trying not to be overheard, and that all through dinner she was more agitated than ever.
It won't be you, but I, who'll suffer.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
If I don't sleep for three nights I'll not leave this passage and will hold her back by force and will and not let the family be disgraced, thought she.
"That depends on our luck in starting, else why shouldn't we be there in time?" replied Balaga.
Why, she'll rush out more dead than alive just in the things she is wearing; if you delay at all there'll be tears and 'Papa' and 'Mamma,' and she's frozen in a minute and must go back--but you wrap the fur cloak round her first thing and carry her to the sleigh.
"Come into the courtyard or you'll be seen; she'll come out directly," said she.
Hard as it may be, I'll tell them all to hold their tongues and will hide it from the count.
He, your father, I know him... if he challenges him to a duel will that be all right?
Marya Dmitrievna went on admonishing her for some time, enjoining on her that it must all be kept from her father and assuring her that nobody would know anything about it if only Natasha herself would undertake to forget it all and not let anyone see that something had happened.
"Well, let her sleep," said Marya Dmitrievna as she went out of the room supposing Natasha to be asleep.
What wouldn't I give to be like him! he thought enviously.
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.
"They are all alike!" he said to himself, reflecting that he was not the only man unfortunate enough to be tied to a bad woman.
She must be told!
I will be frank with you.
"I shan't be violent, don't be afraid!" said Pierre in answer to a frightened gesture of Anatole's.
Pierre drove to Marya Dmitrievna's to tell her of the fulfillment of her wish that Kuragin should be banished from Moscow.
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven, but I didn't say I could forgive her.
"But can this be compared...?" said Pierre.
Prince Andrew interrupted him and cried sharply: Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on?...
If you wish to be my friend never speak to me of that... of all that!
One hasn't the heart to scold her, she is so much to be pitied.
He felt the tears trickle under his spectacles and hoped they would not be noticed.
The colonel of the Polish uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be permitted to swim the river with his uhlans instead of seeking a ford.
In evident fear of refusal, like a boy asking for permission to get on a horse, he begged to be allowed to swim across the river before the Emperor's eyes.
The aide-de-camp replied that probably the Emperor would not be displeased at this excess of zeal.
The lady who was thought to be most pleasing to the Emperor was invited to act as hostess.
Yesterday I learned that, despite the loyalty with which I have kept my engagements with Your Majesty, your troops have crossed the Russian frontier, and I have this moment received from Petersburg a note, in which Count Lauriston informs me, as a reason for this aggression, that Your Majesty has considered yourself to be in a state of war with me from the time Prince Kuragin asked for his passports.
Balashev told him why he considered Napoleon to be the originator of the war.
Balashev rode on, supposing from Murat's words that he would very soon be brought before Napoleon himself.
"You are perfectly at liberty to treat me with respect or not," protested Balashev, "but permit me to observe that I have the honor to be adjutant general to His Majesty...."
"You will be treated as is fitting," said he and, putting the packet in his pocket, left the shed.
Such demands as to retreat beyond the Vistula and Oder may be made to a Prince of Baden, but not to me!
Barclay is said to be the most capable of them all, but I cannot say so, judging by his first movements.
A sovereign should not be with the army unless he is a general! said Napoleon, evidently uttering these words as a direct challenge to the Emperor.
The Turks will be of no use to you; they are worth nothing and have shown it by making peace with you.
He knew that none of the words now uttered by Napoleon had any significance, and that Napoleon himself would be ashamed of them when he came to his senses.
And there will be two hundred thousand of them.
Yes, I will throw you back beyond the Dvina and beyond the Dnieper, and will re- erect against you that barrier which it was criminal and blind of Europe to allow to be destroyed.
In the course of conversation he mentioned Moscow and questioned Balashev about the Russian capital, not merely as an interested traveler asks about a new city he intends to visit, but as if convinced that Balashev, as a Russian, must be flattered by his curiosity.
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
She, poor innocent creature, is left to be victimized by an old man who has outlived his wits.
My boy is growing up and rejoices in life, in which like everybody else he will deceive or be deceived.
The first army, with which was the Emperor, occupied the fortified camp at Drissa; the second army was retreating, trying to effect a junction with the first one from which it was said to be cut off by large French forces.
His mind was occupied by the interests of the center that was conducting a gigantic war, and he was glad to be free for a while from the distraction caused by the thought of Kuragin.
Already from his military experience and what he had seen in the Austrian campaign, he had come to the conclusion that in war the most deeply considered plans have no significance and that all depends on the way unexpected movements of the enemy--that cannot be foreseen--are met, and on how and by whom the whole matter is handled.
In the orders issued it was stated, not that the Emperor would take command, but only that he would be with the army.
Bennigsen was a landlord in the Vilna province who appeared to be doing the honors of the district, but was in reality a good general, useful as an adviser and ready at hand to replace Barclay.
"Be he what he may" (they always began like that), "he is an honest, practical man and we have nobody better.
Give him real power, for war cannot be conducted successfully without unity of command, and he will show what he can do, as he did in Finland.
If Barclay is now to be superseded by Bennigsen all will be lost, for Bennigsen showed his incapacity already in 1807.
It will at any rate be understood all the sooner that things cannot go on like this.
A third, in the absence of opponents, between two councils would simply solicit a special gratuity for his faithful services, well knowing that at that moment people would be too busy to refuse him.
A Russian is self-assured just because he knows nothing and does not want to know anything, since he does not believe that anything can be known.
He said a few words to Prince Andrew and Chernyshev about the present war, with the air of a man who knows beforehand that all will go wrong, and who is not displeased that it should be so.
The Emperor was following him, and Bennigsen had hastened on to make some preparations and to be ready to receive the sovereign.
It was one of the millions of proposals, one as good as another, that could be made as long as it was quite unknown what character the war would take.
The principles laid down by me must be strictly adhered to, said he, drumming on the table with his bony fingers.
Of all those present, evidently he alone was not seeking anything for himself, nursed no hatred against anyone, and only desired that the plan, formed on a theory arrived at by years of toil, should be carried out.
What theory and science is possible about a matter the conditions and circumstances of which are unknown and cannot be defined, especially when the strength of the acting forces cannot be ascertained?
No one was or is able to foresee in what condition our or the enemy's armies will be in a day's time, and no one can gauge the force of this or that detachment.
Armfeldt says our army is cut in half, and Paulucci says we have got the French army between two fires; Michaud says that the worthlessness of the Drissa camp lies in having the river behind it, and Pfuel says that is what constitutes its strength; Toll proposes one plan, Armfeldt another, and they are all good and all bad, and the advantages of any suggestions can be seen only at the moment of trial.
Is a man a genius who can order bread to be brought up at the right time and say who is to go to the right and who to the left?
God forbid that he should be humane, should love, or pity, or think of what is just and unjust.
But this shall be our last separation.
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.
If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand.
Mary Hendrikhovna obliged them with the loan of a petticoat to be used as a curtain, and behind that screen Rostov and Ilyin, helped by Lavrushka who had brought their kits, changed their wet things for dry ones.
All the officers appeared to be, and really were, in love with her that evening.
"Use your finger, Mary Hendrikhovna, it will be still nicer," said Rostov.
Without greeting the officers, he scratched himself and asked to be allowed to pass as they were blocking the way.
In front, beyond a hollow dale, could be seen the enemy's columns and guns.
Our advanced line, already in action, could be heard briskly exchanging shots with the enemy in the dale.
He felt instinctively that if the hussars struck at the French dragoons now, the latter could not withstand them, but if a charge was to be made it must be done now, at that very moment, or it would be too late.
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.
And it was even pleasant to be able to show, by disregarding the orders, that she did not believe in medical treatment and did not value her life.
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.
She liked to be with him better than with the others, and when alone with him she sometimes laughed.
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.
She noticed this and attributed it to his general kindness and shyness, which she imagined must be the same toward everyone as it was to her.
Only, please be particular about it.
"Be quite easy," he continued playfully, as he adroitly took the gold coin in his palm.
She will soon be singing and frolicking about.
From the day when Pierre, after leaving the Rostovs' with Natasha's grateful look fresh in his mind, had gazed at the comet that seemed to be fixed in the sky and felt that something new was appearing on his own horizon--from that day the problem of the vanity and uselessness of all earthly things, that had incessantly tormented him, no longer presented itself.
Then it occurred to him: if the answer to the question were contained in his name, his nationality would also be given in the answer.
He had asked Pierre to find out whether he would be accepted in the hussars.
The Emperor is to be here tomorrow... there's to be an Extraordinary Meeting of the nobility, and they are talking of a levy of ten men per thousand.
But you'll be late for dinner.
In all these words she saw only that the danger threatening her son would not soon be over.
Be quiet, I tell you! cried the count, with a glance at his wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
Petya decided to go straight to where the Emperor was and to explain frankly to some gentleman-in-waiting (he imagined the Emperor to be always surrounded by gentlemen-in-waiting) that he, Count Rostov, in spite of his youth wished to serve his country; that youth could be no hindrance to loyalty, and that he was ready to...
One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do.
No, I can't petition him myself--that would be too bold.
If he could only see the Emperor he would be happy!
Petya pushed her hand away with his knee, seized a biscuit, and as if fearing to be too late, again shouted "Hurrah!" with a voice already hoarse.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.
Yes, Moscow will be surrendered!
"Our sovereign the Emperor will be here in a moment," said Rostopchin.
He left in order not to obstruct the commander-in-chief's undivided control of the army, and hoping that more decisive action would then be taken, but the command of the armies became still more confused and enfeebled.
He wrote to Arakcheev, the Emperor's confidant: It must be as my sovereign pleases, but I cannot work with the Minister (meaning Barclay).
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
"That must be very interesting," said Dessalles.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
The prince had a list of things to be bought in Smolensk and, walking up and down the room past Alpatych who stood by the door, he gave his instructions.
Eight quires, like this sample, gilt- edged... it must be exactly like the sample.
Next, bolts for the doors of the new building were wanted and had to be of a special shape the prince had himself designed, and a leather case had to be ordered to keep the "will" in.
He wished to sleep, but he knew he would not be able to and that most depressing thoughts came to him in bed.
Frowning with vexation at the effort necessary to divest himself of his coat and trousers, the prince undressed, sat down heavily on the bed, and appeared to be meditating as he looked contemptuously at his withered yellow legs.
Ah yes, there was something else important, very important, that I was keeping till I should be in bed.
The French at Vitebsk, in four days' march they may be at Smolensk; perhaps are already there!
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
In the offices and shops and at the post office everyone was talking about the army and about the enemy who was already attacking the town, everybody was asking what should be done, and all were trying to calm one another.
They ought to be hanged--the brigands!...
"Well, it seems to be getting quieter," remarked Ferapontov, finishing his third cup of tea and getting up.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
Seeing that his trap would not be able to move on for some time, Alpatych got down and turned into the side street to look at the fire.
Bald Hills will be occupied by the enemy within a week.
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.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
He longed to get into that water, however dirty it might be, and he glanced round at the pool from whence came sounds of shrieks and laughter.
One man ought to be in command, and not two.
He is said to be more Napoleon's man than ours, and he is always advising the Minister.
In Helene's circle the war in general was regarded as a series of formal demonstrations which would very soon end in peace, and the view prevailed expressed by Bilibin--who now in Petersburg was quite at home in Helene's house, which every clever man was obliged to visit--that not by gunpowder but by those who invented it would matters be settled.
One of the visitors, usually spoken of as "a man of great merit," having described how he had that day seen Kutuzov, the newly chosen chief of the Petersburg militia, presiding over the enrollment of recruits at the Treasury, cautiously ventured to suggest that Kutuzov would be the man to satisfy all requirements.
The latter was very attentive to Anna Pavlovna because he wanted to be appointed director of one of the educational establishments for young ladies.
But if three days pass, then after that, well, then that same battle will not soon be over.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
The fact that he did not, as she had feared, order her to be carried away by force but only told her not to let him see her cheered Princess Mary.
She ran up to him and, in the play of the sunlight that fell in small round spots through the shade of the lime-tree avenue, could not be sure what change there was in his face.
But what it was, no one could tell: it might be some caprice of a sick and half-crazy man, or it might relate to public affairs, or possibly to family concerns.
Would it not be better if the end did come, the very end?
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
I wished to be at peace....
What use will peace be when he is no longer here?
You must be prepared for everything, said the Marshal, meeting her at the house door.
Alpatych also knew that on the previous day another peasant had even brought from the village of Visloukhovo, which was occupied by the French, a proclamation by a French general that no harm would be done to the inhabitants, and if they remained they would be paid for anything taken from them.
He had told her that after the sixteenth he could not be responsible for what might happen.
Alpatych, arriving from the devastated Bald Hills estate, sent for his Dron on the day of the prince's funeral and told him to have twelve horses got ready for the princess' carriages and eighteen carts for the things to be removed from Bogucharovo.
Though the peasants paid quitrent, Alpatych thought no difficulty would be made about complying with this order, for there were two hundred and thirty households at work in Bogucharovo and the peasants were well to do.
It seemed that no horses could be had even for the carriages, much less for the carting.
But he also knew that Dron, who had acquired property and was hated by the commune, must be hesitating between the two camps: the masters' and the serfs'.
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.
Having wrung a submissive "I understand" from Dron, Alpatych contented himself with that, though he not only doubted but felt almost certain that without the help of troops the carts would not be forthcoming.
In the village, outside the drink shop, another meeting was being held, which decided that the horses should be driven out into the woods and the carts should not be provided.
It would be dangerous to move now.
If we go we are almost sure to be taken prisoners, and God knows...
He hopes we should be in time to get away tomorrow, but I think it would now be better to stay here, said Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Because, you will agree, chere Marie, to fall into the hands of the soldiers or of riotous peasants would be terrible.
I was told it would be dangerous because of the enemy.
To Princess Mary it was strange that now, at a moment when such sorrow was filling her soul, there could be rich people and poor, and the rich could refrain from helping the poor.
Our prince did not order it to be sold.
Order the keys to be taken from me, said he.
Princess Mary did not understand what he wanted of her or why he was asking to be discharged.
You shall be given food and lodging.
Why didn't he let me be there instead of Tikhon?
"She'll be ours!" said Lavrushka to Ilyin, winking.
"No, there's not much to be amused at here," said Rostov, and rode on a little way.
Princess Mary noticed this and glanced gratefully at him with that radiant look which caused the plainness of her face to be forgotten.
He said the peasants were obdurate and that at the present moment it would be imprudent to "overresist" them without an armed force, and would it not be better first to send for the military?
It was your son's turn to be conscripted, but no fear!
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!
To be sure, we all have to die.
Be off to your houses at once, and don't let one of your voices be heard!
Be off to your houses at once, and don't let one of your voices be heard!
I expect he'll be here soon.
Ermolov had weason to ask to be pwomoted to be a German!
May the kingdom of Heaven be his!
God's will be done to us all!
"Would not your Serene Highness like to come inside?" said the general on duty in a discontented voice, "the plans must be examined and several papers have to be signed."
I should be sorry to leave the regiment.
The regiments would not be what they are if the would-be advisers served there as you do.
Taking his hand and drawing him downwards, Kutuzov offered his cheek to be kissed, and again Prince Andrew noticed tears in the old man's eyes.
Go your way and God be with you.
We shall if everybody wants it; it can't be helped....
The more he realized the absence of all personal motive in that old man--in whom there seemed to remain only the habit of passions, and in place of an intellect (grouping events and drawing conclusions) only the capacity calmly to contemplate the course of events--the more reassured he was that everything would be as it should.
What pleasure is there to be so caustique?
'What pleasure is there to be' is not Russian!
For Gallicisms I won't be responsible," she remarked, turning to the author: "I have neither the money nor the time, like Prince Galitsyn, to engage a master to teach me Russian!"
We were saying that your regiment would be sure to be better than Mamonov's.
I should make too good a target for the French, besides I am afraid I should hardly be able to climb onto a horse.
"If he manages the business properly he will be able to pay off all his debts," said the militia officer, speaking of Rostov.
"There will be less panic and less gossip," ran the broadsheet "but I will stake my life on it that scoundrel will not enter Moscow."
The second broadsheet stated that our headquarters were at Vyazma, that Count Wittgenstein had defeated the French, but that as many of the inhabitants of Moscow wished to be armed, weapons were ready for them at the arsenal: sabers, pistols, and muskets which could be had at a low price.
You know some decision must be come to.
But, above all, the French will be here any day now, so what are we waiting for?
I ask just one thing of you, cousin," she went on, "arrange for me to be taken to Petersburg.
Whatever I may be, I can't live under Bonaparte's rule.
The princess was apparently vexed at not having anyone to be angry with.
What's to be done?
Please impress upon Leppich to be very careful where he descends for the first time, that he may not make a mistake and fall into the enemy's hands.
"Eh, mounseer, Russian sauce seems to be sour to a Frenchman... sets his teeth on edge!" said a wrinkled clerk who was standing behind Pierre, when the Frenchman began to cry.
The clerk glanced round, evidently hoping that his joke would be appreciated.
On reaching home Pierre gave orders to Evstafey--his head coachman who knew everything, could do anything, and was known to all Moscow--that he would leave that night for the army at Mozhaysk, and that his saddle horses should be sent there.
Not only did the Russians not fortify the position on the field of Borodino to the left of, and at a right angle to, the highroad (that is, the position on which the battle took place), but never till the twenty- fifth of August, 1812, did they think that a battle might be fought there.
Your excellency, how come you to be here? asked the doctor.
Yes, yes, there will be something to see....
"Why should you be God knows where out of sight, during the battle?" he said, exchanging glances with his young companion.
You know, Count, there'll be a battle tomorrow.
Pierre stepped out of his carriage and, passing the toiling militiamen, ascended the knoll from which, according to the doctor, the battlefield could be seen.
Here and there over the whole of that blue expanse, to right and left of the forest and the road, smoking campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops--ours and the enemy's.
But the battle will hardly be there.
But wherever it may be, many a man will be missing tomorrow! he remarked.
"Gabions must be sent for," said he sternly.
The officer appeared abashed, as though he understood that one might think of how many men would be missing tomorrow but ought not to speak of it.
They'll be here in a minute... voices were suddenly heard saying; and officers, soldiers, and militiamen began running forward along the road.
He explained his wish to be present at the battle and to see the position.
Now the decisive moment of battle had come when Kutuzov would be destroyed and the power pass to Bennigsen, or even if Kutuzov won the battle it would be felt that everything was done by Bennigsen.
In any case many great rewards would have to be given for tomorrow's action, and new men would come to the front.
But if I were right, I should be rendering a service to my Fatherland for which I am ready to die.
The militia have put on clean white shirts to be ready to die.
Boris evidently said this to Pierre in order to be overheard by his Serene Highness.
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
I have the honor to be one of your wife's adorers.
Glory, the good of society, love of a woman, the Fatherland itself--how important these pictures appeared to me, with what profound meaning they seemed to be filled!
To die... to be killed tomorrow...
That all this should still be, but no me....
The officers were about to take leave, but Prince Andrew, apparently reluctant to be left alone with his friend, asked them to stay and have tea.
"Well, then, you know more than anyone else, be it who it may," said Prince Andrew.
It is very sound: one can't permit the land to be pillaged and accustom the troops to marauding.
While Russia was well, a foreigner could serve her and be a splendid minister; but as soon as she is in danger she needs one of her own kin.
They slander him as a traitor, and the only result will be that afterwards, ashamed of their false accusations, they will make him out a hero or a genius instead of a traitor, and that will be still more unjust.
The relative strength of bodies of troops can never be known to anyone.
* The war must be extended widely.
They should be executed!
Take no prisoners, but kill and be killed!
Then there would not be war because Paul Ivanovich had offended Michael Ivanovich.
It all lies in that: get rid of falsehood and let war be war and not a game.
"Good-bye, be off!" he shouted.
"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.
Another valet, with his finger over the mouth of a bottle, was sprinkling Eau de Cologne on the Emperor's pampered body with an expression which seemed to say that he alone knew where and how much Eau de Cologne should be sprinkled.
He ordered the portrait to be carried outside his tent, that the Old Guard, stationed round it, might not be deprived of the pleasure of seeing the King of Rome, the son and heir of their adored monarch.
Let it be said of each of you: "He was in the great battle before Moscow!"
Having listened to a suggestion from Davout, who was now called Prince d'Eckmuhl, to turn the Russian left wing, Napoleon said it should not be done, without explaining why not.
Having inspected the country opposite the Shevardino Redoubt, Napoleon pondered a little in silence and then indicated the spots where two batteries should be set up by the morrow to act against the Russian entrenchments, and the places where, in line with them, the field artillery should be placed.
General Sorbier must be ready at the first order to advance with all the howitzers of the Guard's artillery against either one or other of the entrenchments.
After the advance has begun in this manner, orders will be given in accordance with the enemy's movements.
Not one of these was, or could be, carried out.
This could not be done and was not done, because Poniatowski, advancing on the village through the wood, met Tuchkov there barring his way, and could not and did not turn the Russian position.
All this, like the other parts of the disposition, was not and could not be executed.
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.
The French soldiers went to kill and be killed at the battle of Borodino not because of Napoleon's orders but by their own volition.
The whole army--French, Italian, German, Polish, and Dutch--hungry, ragged, and weary of the campaign, felt at the sight of an army blocking their road to Moscow that the wine was drawn and must be drunk.
The wine is drawn and must be drunk.
Napoleon ordered another glass to be brought for Rapp, and silently sipped his own.
A crowd of military men was assembled there, members of the staff could be heard conversing in French, and Kutuzov's gray head in a white cap with a red band was visible, his gray nape sunk between his shoulders.
There were troops to be seen everywhere, in front and to the right and left.
Pierre wished to be there with that smoke, those shining bayonets, that movement, and those sounds.
Go, my dear fellow, go... and Christ be with you!
"You don't seem to be used to riding, Count?" remarked the adjutant.
On the contrary, just because he happened to be there he thought it one of the least significant parts of the field.
You must not be here.
From the battery they could be seen running back past it carrying their wounded on their muskets.
The ranks of the infantry disappeared amid the smoke but their long- drawn shout and rapid musketry firing could still be heard.
The soldiers of Dessaix's division advancing against the fleches could only be seen till they had entered the hollow that lay between them and the fleches.
Through the smoke glimpses could be caught of something black--probably men--and at times the glint of bayonets.
The Russians might fall on his left wing, might break through his center, he himself might be killed by a stray cannon ball.
It was no longer a battle: it was a continuous slaughter which could be of no avail either to the French or the Russians.
He could not stop what was going on before him and around him and was supposed to be directed by him and to depend on him, and from its lack of success this affair, for the first time, seemed to him unnecessary and horrible.
"Go, my dear fellow," he said to Ermolov, "and see whether something can't be done."
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.
Kutuzov, without looking at Wolzogen, gave directions for the order to be written out which the former commander-in-chief, to avoid personal responsibility, very judiciously wished to receive.
There was nothing for him to do and no orders to be given.
Occasionally dressers ran out to fetch water, or to point out those who were to be brought in next.
Oh, ooh! his frightened moans could be heard, subdued by suffering and broken by sobs.
Napoleon had assented and had given orders that news should be brought to him of the effect those batteries produced.
Never to the end of his life could he understand goodness, beauty, or truth, or the significance of his actions which were too contrary to goodness and truth, too remote from everything human, for him ever to be able to grasp their meaning.
I should have demanded the freedom of all navigable rivers for everybody, that the seas should be common to all, and that the great standing armies should be reduced henceforth to mere guards for the sovereigns.
To the men of both sides alike, worn out by want of food and rest, it began equally to appear doubtful whether they should continue to slaughter one another; all the faces expressed hesitation, and the question arose in every soul: For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?...
Napoleon did not give his Guards, not because he did not want to, but because it could not be done.
All the generals, officers, and soldiers of the French army knew it could not be done, because the flagging spirit of the troops would not permit it.
It is merely necessary to select some larger or smaller unit as the subject of observation--as criticism has every right to do, seeing that whatever unit history observes must always be arbitrarily selected.
An order must be given him at once, that instant.
It would not take place because the commanders not merely all recognized the position to be impossible, but in their conversations were only discussing what would happen after its inevitable abandonment.
Bennigsen, who had chosen the position, warmly displayed his Russian patriotism (Kutuzov could not listen to this without wincing) by insisting that Moscow must be defended.
Moscow must be abandoned.
The army must retreat and the order to do so must be given.
But something had to be decided, and these conversations around him which were assuming too free a character must be stopped.
"My head, be it good or bad, must depend on itself," said he, rising from the bench, and he rode to Fili where his carriages were waiting.
Such a question cannot be put; it is senseless!
The discussion recommenced, but pauses frequently occurred and they all felt that there was no more to be said.
They were ashamed to be called cowards, ashamed to leave, but still they left, knowing it had to be done.
They went away because for Russians there could be no question as to whether things would go well or ill under French rule in Moscow.
It was out of the question to be under French rule, it would be the worst thing that could happen.
"Well, yes," said she, "it may be that he has other sentiments for me than those of a father, but that is not a reason for me to shut my door on him.
Marry me, and I will be your slave!
And as it always happens in contests of cunning that a stupid person gets the better of cleverer ones, Helene--having realized that the main object of all these words and all this trouble was, after converting her to Catholicism, to obtain money from her for Jesuit institutions (as to which she received indications)-before parting with her money insisted that the various operations necessary to free her from her husband should be performed.
If now you married again with the object of bearing children, your sin might be forgiven.
The question was no longer whether this was possible, but only which was the better match and how the matter would be regarded at court.
She would like to be married to all three at the same time, thought he.
He felt that only in the ordinary conditions of life would he be able to understand himself and all he had seen and felt.
But such ordinary conditions of life were nowhere to be found.
"And who may you be?" one of them suddenly asked Pierre, evidently meaning what Pierre himself had in mind, namely: "If you want to eat we'll give you some food, only let us know whether you are an honest man."
"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.
There was not a room to be had at the inn, they were all occupied.
"To be a soldier, just a soldier!" thought Pierre as he fell asleep, "to enter communal life completely, to be imbued by what makes them what they are.
Man can be master of nothing while he fears death, but he who does not fear it possesses all.
The hardest thing (Pierre went on thinking, or hearing, in his dream) is to be able in your soul to unite the meaning of all.
Thoughts cannot be united, but to harness all these thoughts together is what we need!
In the streets, around carts that were to take some of the wounded away, shouts, curses, and blows could be heard.
Vasilchikov and Platov had already seen the count and explained to him that it was impossible to defend Moscow and that it would have to be surrendered.
Though this news was being concealed from the inhabitants, the officials--the heads of the various government departments--knew that Moscow would soon be in the enemy's hands, just as Count Rostopchin himself knew it, and to escape personal responsibility they had all come to the governor to ask how they were to deal with their various departments.
An ax will be useful, a hunting spear not bad, but a three-pronged fork will be best of all: a Frenchman is no heavier than a sheaf of rye.
'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!
"Vereshchagin is a renegade and a traitor who will be punished as he deserves," said he with the vindictive heat with which people speak when recalling an insult.
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.
Be off as soon as you can, that's all I have to tell you.
The thought that both her sons were at the war, had both gone from under her wing, that today or tomorrow either or both of them might be killed like the three sons of one of her acquaintances, struck her that summer for the first time with cruel clearness.
Above all, they were gay because there was a war near Moscow, there would be fighting at the town gates, arms were being given out, everybody was escaping--going away somewhere, and in general something extraordinary was happening, and that is always exciting, especially to the young.
At first she found it amusing to give away dresses and ribbons to the maids, but when that was done and what was left had still to be packed, she found it dull.
You would be more comfortable somewhere in a house... in ours, for instance... the family are leaving.
"I don't know if it would be allowed," replied the officer in a weak voice.
Natasha was evidently pleased to be dealing with new people outside the ordinary routine of her life.
"Your Papa must be told, though," said Mavra Kuzminichna.
She turned everything out and began quickly repacking, deciding that the inferior Russian carpets and unnecessary crockery should not be taken at all.
The count was not angry even when they told him that Natasha had countermanded an order of his, and the servants now came to her to ask whether a cart was sufficiently loaded, and whether it might be corded up.
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
Having waited there for Rostopchin who did not turn up, they became convinced that Moscow would be surrendered, and then dispersed all about the town to the public houses and cookshops.
As to the serfs the only indication was that three out of their huge retinue disappeared during the night, but nothing was stolen; and as to the value of their possessions, the thirty peasant carts that had come in from their estates and which many people envied proved to be extremely valuable and they were offered enormous sums of money for them.
Pity these wounded men as one might, it was evident that if they were given one cart there would be no reason to refuse another, or all the carts and one's own carriages as well.
As soon as the countess wakes we'll be off, God willing!
Count, be so good as to allow me... for God's sake, to get into some corner of one of your carts!
I shall be all right on a loaded cart...
I shall be very pleased, very pleased.
In the yard, at the gates, at the window of the wings, wounded officers and their orderlies were to be seen.
"Well, never mind, some of the things can be unloaded," he added in a soft, confidential voice, as though afraid of being overheard.
After all, ours are things that can be bought but think what being left behind means to them!...
You know, I think, my dear... let them be taken... where's the hurry?
Is the army retreating or will there be another battle?
"Altogether such heroism as was displayed by the Russian warriors cannot be imagined or adequately praised!" said Berg, glancing round at Natasha, and as if anxious to conciliate her, replying to her intent look with a smile.
There won't be any end to it.
They will be left!...
It no longer seemed strange to them but on the contrary it seemed the only thing that could be done, just as a quarter of an hour before it had not seemed strange to anyone that the wounded should be left behind and the goods carted away but that had seemed the only thing to do.
The news that carts were to be had spread to the neighboring houses, from which wounded men began to come into the Rostovs' yard.
But the work of unloading, once started, could not be arrested.
She was putting away the things that had to be left behind and making a list of them as the countess wished, and she tried to get as much taken away with them as possible.
"There will be another battle tomorrow..." he began, but Natasha interrupted him.
When he felt he was being looked at he behaved like an ostrich which hides its head in a bush in order not to be seen: he hung his head and quickening his pace went down the street.
The man told him that arms were being distributed today at the Kremlin and that tomorrow everyone would be sent out beyond the Three Hills gates and a great battle would be fought there.
Be so good as to step in.
Makar Alexeevich, the brother of my late master--may the kingdom of heaven be his--has remained here, but he is in a weak state as you know, said the old servant.
Is the cabman to be discharged, your honor?
"Look here," he added, taking Gerasim by a button of his coat and looking down at the old man with moist, shining, and ecstatic eyes, "I say, do you know that there is going to be a battle tomorrow?"
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
Il etait temps, * said he, and dismounting he ordered a plan of Moscow to be spread out before him, and summoned Lelorgne d'Ideville, the interpreter.
"But could it be otherwise?" he thought.
I must be magnanimous and truly great.
But no, it can't be true that I am in Moscow, he suddenly thought.
But can it be true that I am in Moscow?
Or no, it should be simply: Maison de ma Mere, *(2) he concluded.
"He will have to be told, all the same," said some gentlemen of the suite.
Here and there among the cells containing dead brood and honey an angry buzzing can sometimes be heard.
Among the soldiers in the shops and passages some men were to be seen in gray coats, with closely shaven heads.
The general orders them all to be driven out at once, without fail.
Be so good as to protect us!
We won't grudge trifles, you are welcome to anything--we shall be delighted!
If you please, could not guards be placed if only to let us close the shop....
Can they be saved when the army has gone?
He was told by his fellow officers that the screams of the crowd and the shrieks of the woman were due to the fact that General Ermolov, coming up to the crowd and learning that soldiers were dispersing among the shops while crowds of civilians blocked the bridge, had ordered two guns to be unlimbered and made a show of firing at the bridge.
The gates and shops were all closed, only here and there round the taverns solitary shouts or drunken songs could be heard.
The huge courtyard of the Rostovs' house was littered with wisps of hay and with dung from the horses, and not a soul was to be seen there.
"Oh well... it can't be helped!" said he in a tone of vexation and placed his hand on the gate as if to leave.
Christ be with you, sir!
The sleeve of his coat kept slipping down and he always carefully rolled it up again with his left hand, as if it were most important that the sinewy white arm he was flourishing should be bare.
Or else there would be plenty who'd rob us.
"The count has not left, he is here, and an order will be issued concerning you," said the superintendent of police.
Why were thousands of inhabitants deceived into believing that Moscow would not be given up--and thereby ruined?
Rostopchin, though he had patriotic sentiments, was a sanguine and impulsive man who had always moved in the highest administrative circles and had no understanding at all of the people he supposed himself to be guiding.
They have horses, let them be off to Vladimir, and not leave them to the French.
When lunatics command our armies God evidently means these other madmen to be free.
This is what they have done with me! thought he, full of an irrepressible fury that welled up within him against the someone to whom what was happening might be attributed.
Only among the back rows of the people, who were all pressing toward the one spot, could sighs, groans, and the shuffling of feet be heard.
To keep one another back, to breathe in that stifling atmosphere, to be unable to stir, and to await something unknown, uncomprehended, and terrible, was becoming unbearable.
The crime had begun and must now be completed.
How could he be alive? voices in the crowd could be heard saying.
The people had to be appeased.
Only at the end of it, in front of the almshouse and the lunatic asylum, could be seen some people in white and others like them walking singly across the field shouting and gesticulating.
The kingdom of God will be overthrown...
He's not bad! low voices could be heard saying.
"Good!" said Murat and, turning to one of the gentlemen in his suite, ordered four light guns to be moved forward to fire at the gates.
They imagined it to be a call to arms.
Men in military uniforms and Hessian boots could be seen through the windows, laughing and walking through the rooms.
All around the quarters occupied by the French were other regions still unexplored and unoccupied where, they thought, yet greater riches might be found.
In reality, however, it was not, and could not be, possible to explain the burning of Moscow by making any individual, or any group of people, responsible for it.
How much then must the probability of fire be increased in an abandoned, wooden town where foreign troops are quartered.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
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.
Be off, thou base slave!
There, don't let us be cross, old fellow!
Lead that man away! said he quickly and energetically, and taking the arm of Pierre whom he had promoted to be a Frenchman for saving his life, he went with him into the room.
"You will be called in when you are wanted," he said.
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?
You may be proud of it!
And on my honor, in spite of the cough I caught there, I should be ready to begin again.
What had they to be afraid of?
Pierre still considered that it would be a useful and worthy action to slay the evildoer, but now he felt that he would not do it.
Who would have said that I should be a soldier and a captain of dragoons in the service of Bonaparte, as we used to call him?
Their laughter and their mutually incomprehensible remarks in two languages could be heard.
She moved simply to be farther away from the wounded man.
Look, it must be in Moscow!
The count will be calling and there's nobody there; go and gather the clothes together.
Sonya had cried and begged to be forgiven and now, as if trying to atone for her fault, paid unceasing attention to her cousin.
"Yes, really I did," Natasha replied in a voice that pleaded to be left in peace.
The countess knew this, but what it might be she did not know, and this alarmed and tormented her.
Through the open window the moans of the adjutant could be heard more distinctly.
But in the yard there was a light from the fire at Little Mytishchi a mile and a half away, and through the night came the noise of people shouting at a tavern Mamonov's Cossacks had set up across the street, and the adjutant's unceasing moans could still be heard.
She did not know why she had to, she knew the meeting would be painful, but felt the more convinced that it was necessary.
"What trouble would it be to you?" he said.
The first time Prince Andrew understood where he was and what was the matter with him and remembered being wounded and how was when he asked to be carried into the hut after his caleche had stopped at Mytishchi.
"Yes, a new happiness was revealed to me of which man cannot be deprived," he thought as he lay in the semidarkness of the quiet hut, gazing fixedly before him with feverish wide open eyes.
It is possible to love someone dear to you with human love, but an enemy can only be loved by divine love.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
Pierre's way led through side streets to the Povarskoy and from there to the church of St. Nicholas on the Arbat, where he had long before decided that the deed should be done.
"Sister must have taken her, or else where can she be?" he added.
After all, one must be human, you know....
We must be human, we are all mortal you know! and the Frenchman with the spot on his cheek ran back to his comrades.
"Why, that must be the Anferovs," said an old deacon, addressing a pockmarked peasant woman.
That must be either Mary Nikolievna's or the Ivanovs'!
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
But of all these various suspected characters, Pierre was considered to be the most suspicious of all.
The Empress Elisabeth, however, when asked what instructions she would be pleased to give--with her characteristic Russian patriotism had replied that she could give no directions about state institutions for that was the affair of the sovereign, but as far as she personally was concerned she would be the last to quit Petersburg.
At Anna Pavlovna's on the twenty-sixth of August, the very day of the battle of Borodino, there was a soiree, the chief feature of which was to be the reading of a letter from His Lordship the Bishop when sending the Emperor an icon of the Venerable Sergius.
That evening she expected several important personages who had to be made ashamed of their visits to the French theater and aroused to a patriotic temper.
She had fallen ill unexpectedly a few days previously, had missed several gatherings of which she was usually ornament, and was said to be receiving no one, and instead of the celebrated Petersburg doctors who usually attended her had entrusted herself to some Italian doctor who was treating her in some new and unusual way.
Oh, it would be a terrible loss, she is an enchanting woman.
Animated by that address Anna Pavlovna's guests talked for a long time of the state of the fatherland and offered various conjectures as to the result of the battle to be fought in a few days.
It is very difficult for events to be reflected in their real strength and completeness amid the conditions of court life and far from the scene of action.
What a position for the Emperor to be in!
"Sire," he said, with respectful playfulness, "they are only afraid lest Your Majesty, in the goodness of your heart, should allow yourself to be persuaded to make peace.
When he heard these words and saw the expression of firm resolution in the Emperor's eyes, Michaud--quoique etranger, russe de coeur et d'ame-- at that solemn moment felt himself enraptured by all that he had heard (as he used afterwards to say), and gave expression to his own feelings and those of the Russian people whose representative he considered himself to be, in the following words:
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.
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.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
I am sure your mother will be grateful to me.
"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.
And what sort of life would it be for Sonya--if she's a girl with a heart?
The day after her party the governor's wife came to see Malvintseva and, after discussing her plan with the aunt, remarked that though under present circumstances a formal betrothal was, of course, not to be thought of, all the same the young people might be brought together and could get to know one another.
"You have met him, Aunt?" said she in a calm voice, unable herself to understand that she could be outwardly so calm and natural.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
He knew that after his promise to Sonya it would be what he deemed base to declare his feelings to Princess Mary.
As had occurred before when she was present, Nicholas went up to her without waiting to be prompted by the governor's wife and not asking himself whether or not it was right and proper to address her here in church, and told her he had heard of her trouble and sympathized with his whole soul.
"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.
She must be a wonderful woman.
To be free, released from Sonya...
I shall not be at peace till you promise me this.
But when she heard of Prince Andrew's presence in their house, despite her sincere pity for him and for Natasha, she was seized by a joyful and superstitious feeling that God did not intend her to be separated from Nicholas.
She knew that being thrown together again under such terrible circumstances they would again fall in love with one another, and that Nicholas would then not be able to marry Princess Mary as they would be within the prohibited degrees of affinity.
In their attitude toward him could still be felt both uncertainty as to who he might be – perhaps a very important person – and hostility as a result of their recent personal conflict with him.
That evening he learned that all these prisoners (he, probably, among them) were to be tried for incendiarism.
But there seemed to be no one to celebrate this holiday: everywhere were blackened ruins, and the few Russians to be seen were tattered and frightened people who tried to hide when they saw the French.
Pierre felt himself to be an insignificant chip fallen among the wheels of a machine whose action he did not understand but which was working well.
When the adjutant reminded him of the prisoner, he jerked his head in Pierre's direction with a frown and ordered him to be led away.
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.
"Well, I think you must be sleepy," said he, and began rapidly crossing himself and repeating:
And indeed he only had to lie down, to fall asleep like a stone, and he only had to shake himself, to be ready without a moment's delay for some work, just as children are ready to play directly they awake.
He would often say the exact opposite of what he had said on a previous occasion, yet both would be right.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
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.
Not by a single word had Nicholas alluded to the fact that Prince Andrew's relations with Natasha might, if he recovered, be renewed, but Princess Mary saw by his face that he knew and thought of this.
There will be room for everybody, this is a big house.
In spite of her one desire to see her brother as soon as possible, and her vexation that at the moment when all she wanted was to see him they should be trying to entertain her and pretending to admire her nephew, the princess noticed all that was going on around her and felt the necessity of submitting, for a time, to this new order of things which she had entered.
She knew it to be necessary, and though it was hard for her she was not vexed with these people.
I think you must be tired, Princess.
She felt that from her she would be able to understand and learn everything.
Hard as she had tried to prepare herself, and now tried to remain tranquil, she knew that she would be unable to look at him without tears.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
Yet sooner or later it had to be, and she went in.
In his words, his tone, and especially in that calm, almost antagonistic look could be felt an estrangement from everything belonging to this world, terrible in one who is alive.
Yes, I shall be very glad to see him.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
"Can it or can it not be?" he now thought as he looked at her and listened to the light click of the steel needles.
"How good it would be!" and taking her hand he kissed it.
Natasha felt happy and agitated, but at once remembered that this would not do and that he had to be quiet.
He went, and tried to hurry, but his legs refused to move and he knew he would not be in time to lock the door though he painfully strained all his powers.
Something not human--death--was breaking in through that door, and had to be kept out.
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.
And without considering the multiplicity and complexity of the conditions any one of which taken separately may seem to be the cause, he snatches at the first approximation to a cause that seems to him intelligible and says: "This is the cause!"
But we need only penetrate to the essence of any historic event--which lies in the activity of the general mass of men who take part in it--to be convinced that the will of the historic hero does not control the actions of the mass but is itself continually controlled.
There is, and can be, no cause of an historical event except the one cause of all causes.
Lanskoy informed the commander-in-chief that the army supplies were for the most part stored along the Oka in the Tula and Ryazan provinces, and that if they retreated on Nizhni the army would be separated from its supplies by the broad river Oka, which cannot be crossed early in winter.
If instead of imagining to ourselves commanders of genius leading the Russian army, we picture that army without any leaders, it could not have done anything but make a return movement toward Moscow, describing an arc in the direction where most provisions were to be found and where the country was richest.
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.
Only in the highest spheres did all these schemes, crossings, and interminglings appear to be a true reflection of what had to happen.
The officer of the Horse Guards went to a general with whom Ermolov was often to be found.
Ermolov was nowhere to be found and no one knew where he was.
These sounds made his spirits rise, but at the same time he was afraid that he would be blamed for not having executed sooner the important order entrusted to him.
You'll see what a mess there'll be tomorrow.
"It may be a mistake," thought the old commander-in-chief.
He, the commander-in-chief, a Serene Highness who everybody said possessed powers such as no man had ever had in Russia, to be placed in this position--made the laughingstock of the whole army!
His wrath, once expended, did not return, and blinking feebly he listened to excuses and self-justifications (Ermolov did not come to see him till the next day) and to the insistence of Bennigsen, Konovnitsyn, and Toll that the movement that had miscarried should be executed next day.
The ground was damp but not muddy, and the troops advanced noiselessly, only occasionally a jingling of the artillery could be faintly heard.
As often happens when someone we have trusted is no longer before our eyes, it suddenly seemed quite clear and obvious to him that the sergeant was an impostor, that he had lied, and that the whole Russian attack would be ruined by the absence of those two regiments, which he would lead away heaven only knew where.
"They can still be called back," said one of his suite, who like Count Orlov felt distrustful of the adventure when he looked at the enemy's camp.
It will be too late.
All this had to be dealt with, the prisoners and guns secured, the booty divided--not without some shouting and even a little fighting among themselves--and it was on this that the Cossacks all busied themselves.
And they did indeed get somewhere, though not to their right places; a few eventually even got to their right place, but too late to be of any use and only in time to be fired at.
Excited and vexed by the failure and supposing that someone must be responsible for it, Toll galloped up to the commander of the corps and began upbraiding him severely, saying that he ought to be shot.
Coming out onto a field under the enemy's fire, this brave general went straight ahead, leading his men under fire, without considering in his agitation whether going into action now, with a single division, would be of any use or no.
"We couldn't take Murat prisoner this morning or get to the place in time, and nothing can be done now!" he replied to someone else.
"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.
It would be difficult and even impossible to imagine any result more opportune than the actual outcome of this battle.
Napoleon enters Moscow after the brilliant victory de la Moskowa; there can be no doubt about the victory for the battlefield remains in the hands of the French.
Of all that Napoleon might have done: wintering in Moscow, advancing on Petersburg or on Nizhni-Novgorod, or retiring by a more northerly or more southerly route (say by the road Kutuzov afterwards took), nothing more stupid or disastrous can be imagined than what he actually did.
But to say that he destroyed his army because he wished to, or because he was very stupid, would be as unjust as to say that he had brought his troops to Moscow because he wished to and because he was very clever and a genius.
Its members will be distinguished by a red ribbon worn across the shoulder, and the mayor of the city will wear a white belt as well.
With regard to religion, Napoleon ordered the priests to be brought back and services to be again performed in the churches.
(2) Such supplies will be bought from them at such prices as seller and buyer may agree on, and if a seller is unable to obtain a fair price he will be free to take his goods back to his village and no one may hinder him under any pretense.
(3) Sunday and Wednesday of each week are appointed as the chief market days and to that end a sufficient number of troops will be stationed along the highroads on Tuesdays and Saturdays at such distances from the town as to protect the carts.
(5) Steps will immediately be taken to re-establish ordinary trading.
But as food was too precious to be given to foreigners, who were for the most part enemies, Napoleon preferred to supply them with money with which to purchase food from outside, and had paper rubles distributed to them.
There is a band of thieves in our district who ought to be arrested by a strong force--October 11.
He gazed at the caleches and carriages in which soldiers were riding and remarked that it was a very good thing, as those vehicles could be used to carry provisions, the sick, and the wounded.
Near by could be seen the familiar ruins of a half-burned mansion occupied by the French, with lilac bushes still showing dark green beside the fence.
"To be on the march in such weather..." he began.
Sokolov, one of the soldiers in the shed with Pierre, was dying, and Pierre told the corporal that something should be done about him.
"It's good, quite good, thank you," said the Frenchman, in French, "but there must be some linen left over."
You'll be nice and comfortable....
His anger with his wife and anxiety that his name should not be smirched now seemed not merely trivial but even amusing.
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
All Pierre's daydreams now turned on the time when he would be free.
You may be better off than we others, said Pierre.
Oh, it will be the death of me!
The prisoners had to be counted before being let out.
Pierre went up to him, though he knew his attempt would be vain.
"Be so good..." shouted the captain, frowning angrily.
Why, that must be Napoleon's own.
For a long time, oaths, angry shouts, and fighting could be heard from all sides.
Kutuzov replied to this letter as he had done to the one formerly brought by Lauriston, saying that there could be no question of peace.
"There's nothing to be done, we'll have to wake him," said Shcherbinin, rising and going up to the man in the nightcap who lay covered by a greatcoat.
Konovnitsyn had understood at once that the news brought was of great importance and that no time must be lost.
There was within him a deep unexpressed conviction that all would be well, but that one must not trust to this and still less speak about it, but must only attend to one's own work.
Since his appointment as general on duty he had always slept with his door open, giving orders that every messenger should be allowed to wake him up.
He knew that an apple should not be plucked while it is green.
There can be no doubt about it, your Highness.
To be able to go a thousand miles he must imagine that something good awaits him at the end of those thousand miles.
A lump of snow cannot be melted instantaneously.
That rule says that an attacker should concentrate his forces in order to be stronger than his opponent at the moment of conflict.
This contradiction arises from the fact that military science assumes the strength of an army to be identical with its numbers.
And by bringing variously selected historic units (battles, campaigns, periods of war) into such equations, a series of numbers could be obtained in which certain laws should exist and might be discovered.
Its first period had passed: when the partisans themselves, amazed at their own boldness, feared every minute to be surrounded and captured by the French, and hid in the forests without unsaddling, hardly daring to dismount and always expecting to be pursued.
By the end of October this kind of warfare had taken definite shape: it had become clear to all what could be ventured against the French and what could not.
There'll hardly be another such chance to fall on a transport as today.
"Will there be any orders, your honor?" he asked Denisov, holding his hand at the salute and resuming the game of adjutant and general for which he had prepared himself, "or shall I remain with your honor?"
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
Their un- Russian shouting at their horses which were straining uphill with the carts, and their calls to one another, could be clearly heard.
Next day when Denisov had left Pokrovsk, having quite forgotten about this peasant, it was reported to him that Tikhon had attached himself to their party and asked to be allowed to remain with it.
'Christ be with you!' shouted Tikhon, waving his arms with an angry scowl and throwing out his chest.
He felt it necessary to hold his head higher, to brace himself, and to question the esaul with an air of importance about tomorrow's undertaking, that he might not be unworthy of the company in which he found himself.
In the twilight saddled horses could be seen, and Cossacks and hussars who had rigged up rough shelters in the glade and were kindling glowing fires in a hollow of the forest where the French could not see the smoke.
Petya took off his wet clothes, gave them to be dried, and at once began helping the officers to fix up the dinner table.
What would it be to you?...
I'll be sure to send it to you.
Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you.
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.
It will be necessary to go there.
"If grown-up, distinguished men think so, it must be necessary and right," thought he.
If we're caught, I won't be taken alive!
Having ridden up the road, on both sides of which French talk could be heard around the campfires, Dolokhov turned into the courtyard of the landowner's house.
Not all the Cossacks and hussars were asleep; here and there, amid the sounds of falling drops and the munching of the horses near by, could be heard low voices which seemed to be whispering.
"That's right," said the man, whom Petya took to be an hussar.
"It must be daylight soon," said he, yawning, and went away.
The big dark blotch might really be the watchman's hut or it might be a cavern leading to the very depths of the earth.
Perhaps the red spot was a fire, or it might be the eye of an enormous monster.
Perhaps he was really sitting on a wagon, but it might very well be that he was not sitting on a wagon but on a terribly high tower from which, if he fell, he would have to fall for a whole day or a whole month, or go on falling and never reach the bottom.
Perhaps it was just the Cossack, Likhachev, who was sitting under the wagon, but it might be the kindest, bravest, most wonderful, most splendid man in the world, whom no one knew of.
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.
The horses that had previously been invisible could now be seen to their very tails, and a watery light showed itself through the bare branches.
"Too late again!" flashed through Petya's mind and he galloped on to the place from which the rapid firing could be heard.
They understood that the saddles and Junot's spoon might be of some use, but that cold and hungry soldiers should have to stand and guard equally cold and hungry Russians who froze and lagged behind on the road (in which case the order was to shoot them) was not merely incomprehensible but revolting.
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.
After the second day's march Pierre, having examined his feet by the campfire, thought it would be impossible to walk on them; but when everybody got up he went along, limping, and, when he had warmed up, walked without feeling the pain, though at night his feet were more terrible to look at than before.
In such a state of affairs, whatever your ultimate plans may be, the interest of Your Majesty's service demands that the army should be rallied at Smolensk and should first of all be freed from ineffectives, such as dismounted cavalry, unnecessary baggage, and artillery material that is no longer in proportion to the present forces.
This state of things is continually becoming worse and makes one fear that unless a prompt remedy is applied the troops will no longer be under control in case of an engagement.
But these orders and reports were only on paper, nothing in them was acted upon for they could not be carried out, and though they entitled one another Majesties, Highnesses, or Cousins, they all felt that they were miserable wretches who had done much evil for which they had now to pay.
And though they pretended to be concerned about the army, each was thinking only of himself and of how to get away quickly and save himself.
Besides, as a result of the frequent and rapid change of position by each army, even what information was obtained could not be delivered in time.
For the "great" man nothing is wrong, there is no atrocity for which a "great" man can be blamed.
Can the French be so enormously superior to us that when we had surrounded them with superior forces we could not beat them?
If the aim of the Russians consisted in cutting off and capturing Napoleon and his marshals--and that aim was not merely frustrated but all attempts to attain it were most shamefully baffled--then this last period of the campaign is quite rightly considered by the French to be a series of victories, and quite wrongly considered victorious by Russian historians.
The only thing to be said in excuse of that gardener would be that he was very angry.
But not even that could be said for those who drew up this project, for it was not they who had suffered from the trampled beds.
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.
It is only possible to capture prisoners if they agree to be captured, just as it is only possible to catch a swallow if it settles on one's hand.
Men can only be taken prisoners if they surrender according to the rules of strategy and tactics, as the Germans did.
Princess Mary asked the countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and both parents gladly accepted this offer, for they saw their daughter losing strength every day and thought that a change of scene and the advice of Moscow doctors would be good for her.
She was gazing where she knew him to be; but she could not imagine him otherwise than as he had been here.
"One thing would be terrible," said he: "to bind oneself forever to a suffering man.
It would be continual torture.
"I agreed," Natasha now said to herself, "that it would be dreadful if he always continued to suffer.
He thought it would be dreadful for me.
And now it will never, never be possible to put it right.
And now he again seemed to be saying the same words to her, only in her imagination Natasha this time gave him a different answer.
She will be asking for me.
Let us be quite, quite friends.
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.
But to the generals, especially the foreign ones in the Russian army, who wished to distinguish themselves, to astonish somebody, and for some reason to capture a king or a duke--it seemed that now--when any battle must be horrible and senseless--was the very time to fight and conquer somebody.
Kutuzov merely shrugged his shoulders when one after another they presented projects of maneuvers to be made with those soldiers-- ill-shod, insufficiently clad, and half starved--who within a month and without fighting a battle had dwindled to half their number, and who at the best if the flight continued would have to go a greater distance than they had already traversed, before they reached the frontier.
Miloradovich, who said he did not want to know anything about the commissariat affairs of his detachment, and could never be found when he was wanted--that chevalier sans peur et sans reproche * as he styled himself--who was fond of parleys with the French, sent envoys demanding their surrender, wasted time, and did not do what he was ordered to do.
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.
Kutuzov never talked of "forty centuries looking down from the Pyramids," of the sacrifices he offered for the fatherland, or of what he intended to accomplish or had accomplished; in general he said nothing about himself, adopted no pose, always appeared to be the simplest and most ordinary of men, and said the simplest and most ordinary things.
Obviously in spite of himself, in very diverse circumstances, he repeatedly expressed his real thoughts with the bitter conviction that he would not be understood.
In reply to Lauriston's proposal of peace, he said: There can be no peace, for such is the people's will.
He alone during the whole retreat insisted that battles, which were useless then, should not be fought, and that a new war should not be begun nor the frontiers of Russia crossed.
To a lackey no man can be great, for a lackey has his own conception of greatness.
You see, brothers, I know it's hard for you, but it can't be helped!
Bear up; it won't be for long now!
Afterwards when one of the generals addressed Kutuzov asking whether he wished his caleche to be sent for, Kutuzov in answering unexpectedly gave a sob, being evidently greatly moved.
One part of it dispersed and waded knee-deep through the snow into a birch forest to the right of the village, and immediately the sound of axes and swords, the crashing of branches, and merry voices could be heard from there.
They'll soon be issuing us new ones.
Tell them to send me to hospital; I'm aching all over; anyway I shan't be able to keep up.
"It must be from their food," said the sergeant major.
In the silence that ensued, the snoring of those who had fallen asleep could be heard.
Morel, pointing to his shoulders, tried to impress on the soldiers the fact that Ramballe was an officer and ought to be warmed.
A Russian officer who had come up to the fire sent to ask his colonel whether he would not take a French officer into his hut to warm him, and when the messenger returned and said that the colonel wished the officer to be brought to him, Ramballe was told to go.
The French did not need to be informed of the fact that half the prisoners--with whom the Russians did not know what to do- -perished of cold and hunger despite their captors' desire to save them; they felt that it could not be otherwise.
Anticipation that the failure of the Petersburg Berezina plan would be attributed to Kutuzov led to dissatisfaction, contempt, and ridicule, more and more strongly expressed.
There was running to and fro and whispering; another troyka flew furiously up, and then all eyes were turned on an approaching sleigh in which the figures of the Emperor and Volkonski could already be descried.
His health had to be bad for his place to be taken away and given to another.
The movement of peoples from west to east was to be succeeded by a movement of peoples from east to west, and for this fresh war another leader was necessary, having qualities and views differing from Kutuzov's and animated by different motives.
There was now within him a judge who by some rule unknown to him decided what should or should not be done.
He was as indifferent as heretofore to money matters, but now he felt certain of what ought and what ought not to be done.
His income would be reduced by three fourths, but he felt it must be done.
A few minutes later the footman returned with Dessalles, who brought word from the princess that she would be very glad to see Pierre if he would excuse her want of ceremony and come upstairs to her apartment.
"This must be one of her companions," he thought, glancing at the lady in the black dress.
"But no, it can't be!" he thought.
It cannot be she.
The count and countess will be here in a few days.
"Yes, in these days it would be hard to live without faith..." remarked Princess Mary.
With all his soul he had always sought one thing--to be perfectly good--so he could not be afraid of death.
I had no idea and could not imagine what state he was in, all I wanted was to see him and be with him, she said, trembling, and breathing quickly.
"People speak of misfortunes and sufferings," remarked Pierre, "but if at this moment I were asked: 'Would you rather be what you were before you were taken prisoner, or go through all this again?' then for heaven's sake let me again have captivity and horseflesh!
That must be true.
Well, what's to be done if it cannot be avoided?
What's to be done?
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.
"Strange and impossible as such happiness seems, I must do everything that she and I may be man and wife," he told himself.
We lived under the late count--the kingdom of heaven be his!--and we have lived under you too, without ever being wronged.
If I may take the liberty, your excellency, it would be a good thing.
It would be a very good thing for the Rostovs, they are said to be utterly ruined.
What is surprising is that they should trouble about these things now when it can no longer be of interest to them.
On the same day the Chief of Police came to Pierre, inviting him to send a representative to the Faceted Palace to recover things that were to be returned to their owners that day.
With a deep and long- drawn sigh she seemed to be prepared for a lengthy talk.
But I want to be a brother to her.
I cannot propose to her at present, but the thought that perhaps she might someday be my wife and that I may be missing that possibility... that possibility... is terrible.
She was going to say that to speak of love was impossible, but she stopped because she had seen by the sudden change in Natasha two days before that she would not only not be hurt if Pierre spoke of his love, but that it was the very thing she wished for.
Go to Petersburg, that will be best.
No, it can't be, he told himself at every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy.
He must be deluding himself.
The happiness before him appeared so inconceivable that if only he could attain it, it would be the end of all things.
At times everybody seemed to him to be occupied with one thing only--his future happiness.
Sometimes it seemed to him that other people were all as pleased as he was himself and merely tried to hide that pleasure by pretending to be busy with other interests.
Prince Vasili, who having obtained a new post and some fresh decorations was particularly proud at this time, seemed to him a pathetic, kindly old man much to be pitied.
"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.
But what's to be done?
Think what fun it will be when I am his wife and you marry Nicholas!
Whether the preservation of my father's house in Moscow, or the glory of the Russian arms, or the prosperity of the Petersburg and other universities, or the freedom of Poland or the greatness of Russia, or the balance of power in Europe, or a certain kind of European culture called "progress" appear to me to be good or bad, I must admit that besides these things the action of every historic character has other more general purposes inaccessible to me.
If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed.
He alone--with his ideal of glory and grandeur developed in Italy and Egypt, his insane self-adulation, his boldness in crime and frankness in lying--he alone could justify what had to be done.
But the wave they feel to be rising does not come from the quarter they expect.
He at once resigned his commission, and without waiting for it to be accepted took leave of absence and went to Moscow.
Nicholas was the first to meet her, as the countess' room could only be reached through his.
You would at least be seeing somebody, and I think it must be dull for you only seeing us.
He suddenly felt sorry for her and was vaguely conscious that he might be the cause of the sadness her face expressed.
She seemed to be trying to fathom the hidden meaning of his words which would explain his feeling for her.
"I don't know why," she continued, recovering herself, "but you used to be different, and..."
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.
He knew that his every decision would be approved by them all with very few exceptions.
He did not allow himself either to be hard on or punish a man, or to make things easy for or reward anyone, merely because he felt inclined to do so.
Sometimes when, trying to understand him, she spoke of the good work he was doing for his serfs, he would be vexed and reply: Not in the least; it never entered my head and I wouldn't do that for their good!
Of course he was not to be trifled with either--in a word, he was a real master!
"I give you my word of honor it shan't occur again, and let this always be a reminder to me," and he pointed to the broken ring.
But he did forget himself once or twice within a twelvemonth, and then he would go and confess to his wife, and would again promise that this should really be the very last time.
He had asked Princess Mary to be gentle and kind to his cousin.
She could not find fault with Sonya in any way and tried to be fond of her, but often felt ill-will toward her which she could not overcome.
'To him that hath shall be given, and from him that hath not shall be taken away.'
She seemed to be fond not so much of individuals as of the family as a whole.
Having taken precautions against the general drunkenness to be expected on the morrow because it was a great saint's day, he returned to dinner, and without having time for a private talk with his wife sat down at the long table laid for twenty persons, at which the whole household had assembled.
But today she quite forgot that and was hurt that he should be angry with her without any reason, and she felt unhappy.
But you know you may be unfair.
"I should never, never have believed that one could be so happy," she whispered to herself.
She felt that the allurements instinct had formerly taught her to use would now be merely ridiculous in the eyes of her husband, to whom she had from the first moment given herself up entirely--that is, with her whole soul, leaving no corner of it hidden from him.
And she not only saw no need of any other or better husband, but as all the powers of her soul were intent on serving that husband and family, she could not imagine and saw no interest in imagining how it would be if things were different.
But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.
For instance, Pierre's return was a joyful and important event and they all felt it to be so.
He alone could play on the clavichord that ecossaise (his only piece) to which, as he said, all possible dances could be danced, and they felt sure he had brought presents for them all.
He did not want to be an hussar or a Knight of St. George like his uncle Nicholas; he wanted to be learned, wise, and kind like Pierre.
But the father whom the boy did not remember appeared to him a divinity who could not be pictured, and of whom he never thought without a swelling heart and tears of sadness and rapture.
The old ladies were pleased with the presents he brought them, and especially that Natasha would now be herself again.
How pleased the children will be and Mamma too!
Perhaps they will be fashionable again by then.
She cried as a child does, because her nose had to be cleared, and so on.
Another pretext would be her snuff, which would seem too dry or too damp or not rubbed fine enough.
After these fits of irritability her face would grow yellow, and her maids knew by infallible symptoms when Belova would again be deaf, the snuff damp, and the countess' face yellow.
When she needed to cry, the deceased count would be the pretext.
When she wanted to be agitated, Nicholas and his health would be the pretext, and when she felt a need to speak spitefully, the pretext would be Countess Mary.
When her vocal organs needed exercise, which was usually toward seven o'clock when she had had an after-dinner rest in a darkened room, the pretext would be the retelling of the same stories over and over again to the same audience.
But those glances expressed something more: they said that she had played her part in life, that what they now saw was not her whole self, that we must all become like her, and that they were glad to yield to her, to restrain themselves for this once precious being formerly as full of life as themselves, but now so much to be pitied.
But to the old countess those contemporaries of hers seemed to be the only serious and real society.
But I mustn't go there-- those stockings are to be a surprise for me.
One used to have to be a German--now one must dance with Tatawinova and Madame Kwudener, and wead Ecka'tshausen and the bwethwen.
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.
What can be done?
Natasha, who had long expected to be fetched to nurse her baby, now heard the nurse calling her and went to the nursery.
Let him be, said Pierre, taking Nicholas by the arm and continuing.
What I say is widen the scope of our society, let the mot d'ordre be not virtue alone but independence and action as well!
The society need not be secret if the government allows it.
But you also say that our oath of allegiance is a conditional matter, and to that I reply: 'You are my best friend, as you know, but if you formed a secret society and began working against the government- -be it what it may--I know it is my duty to obey the government.
She was afraid that what she was writing would not be understood or approved by her husband.
There could be no doubt not only of his approval but also of his admiration for his wife.
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.
It would be good for him to have companions.
Well it won't be for long.
"Yes, Pierre always was a dreamer and always will be," he continued, returning to the talk in the study which had evidently disturbed him.
But she knew she must not say this and that it would be useless to do so.
Countess Mary's soul always strove toward the infinite, the eternal, and the absolute, and could therefore never be at peace.
We may be mistaken.
What I say is: 'Join hands, you who love the right, and let there be but one banner--that of active virtue.'
Can a man so important and necessary to society be also my husband?
Everyone shall know me, love me, and be delighted with me!
Yes, I will do something with which even he would be satisfied....
It would be a mistake to think that this is ironic--a caricature of the historical accounts.
If the purpose of history be to give a description of the movement of humanity and of the peoples, the first question--in the absence of a reply to which all the rest will be incomprehensible--is: what is the power that moves peoples?
All that may be so and mankind is ready to agree with it, but it is not what was asked.
If instead of a divine power some other force has appeared, it should be explained in what this new force consists, for the whole interest of history lies precisely in that force.
According to this view the power of historical personages, represented as the product of many forces, can no longer, it would seem, be regarded as a force that itself produces events.
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.
The historians of culture are quite consistent in regard to their progenitors, the writers of universal histories, for if historical events may be explained by the fact that certain persons treated one another in such and such ways, why not explain them by the fact that such and such people wrote such and such books?
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.
But why intellectual activity is considered by the historians of culture to be the cause or expression of the whole historical movement is hard to understand.
But not to speak of the intrinsic quality of histories of this kind (which may possibly even be of use to someone for something) the histories of culture, to which all general histories tend more and more to approximate, are significant from the fact that after seriously and minutely examining various religious, philosophic, and political doctrines as causes of events, as soon as they have to describe an actual historic event such as the campaign of 1812 for instance, they involuntarily describe it as resulting from an exercise of power--and say plainly that that was the result of Napoleon's will.
This conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it.
They can be used and can circulate and fulfill their purpose without harm to anyone and even advantageously, as long as no one asks what is the security behind them.
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?
Napoleon ordered an army to be raised and go to war.
If the source of power lies neither in the physical nor in the moral qualities of him who possesses it, it must evidently be looked for elsewhere--in the relation to the people of the man who wields the power.
In the domain of jurisprudence, which consists of discussions of how a state and power might be arranged were it possible for all that to be arranged, it is all very clear; but when applied to history that definition of power needs explanation.
From this fundamental difference between the view held by history and that held by jurisprudence, it follows that jurisprudence can tell minutely how in its opinion power should be constituted and what power-- existing immutably outside time--is, but to history's questions about the meaning of the mutations of power in time it can answer nothing.
If power be the collective will of the people transferred to their ruler, was Pugachev a representative of the will of the people?
To these questions there are and can be no answers.
The theory of the transference of the collective will of the people to historic persons may perhaps explain much in the domain of jurisprudence and be essential for its purposes, but in its application to history, as soon as revolutions, conquests, or civil wars occur--that is, as soon as history begins--that theory explains nothing.
The theory seems irrefutable just because the act of transference of the people's will cannot be verified, for it never occurred.
On the other hand, even if we admitted that words could be the cause of events, history shows that the expression of the will of historical personages does not in most cases produce any effect, that is to say, their commands are often not executed, and sometimes the very opposite of what they order occurs.
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.
For an order to be certainly executed, it is necessary that a man should order what can be executed.
But to know what can and what cannot be executed is impossible, not only in the case of Napoleon's invasion of Russia in which millions participated, but even in the simplest event, for in either case millions of obstacles may arise to prevent its execution.
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.
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.
When an event is taking place people express their opinions and wishes about it, and as the event results from the collective activity of many people, some one of the opinions or wishes expressed is sure to be fulfilled if but approximately.
Without such justification there would be no reply to the simplest question that presents itself when examining each historical event.
With the present complex forms of political and social life in Europe can any event that is not prescribed, decreed, or ordered by monarchs, ministers, parliaments, or newspapers be imagined?
In whatever direction a ship moves, the flow of the waves it cuts will always be noticeable ahead of it.
To those on board the ship the movement of those waves will be the only perceptible motion.
But wherever it may turn there always will be the wave anticipating its movement.
If the will of every man were free, that is, if each man could act as he pleased, all history would be a series of disconnected incidents.
If there be a single law governing the actions of men, free will cannot exist, for then man's will is subject to that law.
But regarding him from within ourselves as what we are conscious of, we feel ourselves to be free.
To understand, observe, and draw conclusions, man must first of all be conscious of himself as living.
Were it not free it could not be limited.
A man's will seems to him to be limited just because he is not conscious of it except as free.
Having learned from experiment and argument that a stone falls downwards, a man indubitably believes this and always expects the law that he has learned to be fulfilled.
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.
A man having no freedom cannot be conceived of except as deprived of life.
But the same man apart from that connection appears to be free.
How should the past life of nations and of humanity be regarded--as the result of the free, or as the result of the constrained, activity of man?
The Napoleonic wars still seem to us, though already questionably, to be the outcome of their heroes' will.
If we examined simple actions and had a vast number of such actions under observation, our conception of their inevitability would be still greater.
For my action to be free it was necessary that it should encounter no obstacles.
(3) However much the difficulty of understanding the causes may be increased, we never reach a conception of complete freedom, that is, an absence of cause.
However inaccessible to us may be the cause of the expression of will in any action, our own or another's, the first demand of reason is the assumption of and search for a cause, for without a cause no phenomenon is conceivable.
In the second case, if freedom were possible without inevitability we should have arrived at unconditioned freedom beyond space, time, and cause, which by the fact of its being unconditioned and unlimited would be nothing, or mere content without form.
Reason says: (1) space with all the forms of matter that give it visibility is infinite, and cannot be imagined otherwise.
But just as the subject of every science is the manifestation of this unknown essence of life while that essence itself can only be the subject of metaphysics, even the manifestation of the force of free will in human beings in space, in time, and in dependence on cause forms the subject of history, while free will itself is the subject of metaphysics.
The recognition of man's free will as something capable of influencing historical events, that is, as not subject to laws, is the same for history as the recognition of a free force moving the heavenly bodies would be for astronomy.
From the standpoint from which the science of history now regards its subject on the path it now follows, seeking the causes of events in man's freewill, a scientific enunciation of those laws is impossible, for however man's free will may be restricted, as soon as we recognize it as a force not subject to law, the existence of law becomes impossible.
So after you've explored the riverfront by bike or by foot, Joey B's pizza will be waiting.
Louis would be complete without toasted ravioli on the Hill or thin-crust pizza at a corner pub---all washed down with a cold glass of beer.
Whatever the reason to be out and about in Simsbury, there are plenty of dining options to suit the occasion.
If you are planning a visit to the 91-acre Bartlett Aboretum and Gardens or will be hiking on one of the many trails of Western Connecticut, the city of Stamford has a variety of restaurants worth trying.
For example, freshly caught local Hawaiian fish might be used in fish tacos or cooked in an Asian style.
The sign over the door reads "Food and Spirits" and they really mean "spirits." The building, which was a Thai restaurant and a French restaurant before it became the Windham, is rumored to be haunted.
The market is also bustling on weekends, so if keeping your group together is a priority, it may be difficult here.
Some restaurants close at 4 p.m., so it may not be a top dinner choice.
This option is like a giant food court, and diners will be permitted to choose their own destination and sit where they wish.
Many entrees, which feature many burgers and sandwiches, ribs, chicken and pub-style foods, can be purchased with a $10 game card for $15.99 with an Eat and Play combo.
Seasonal options, as well as a full beverage service may be added.
Banquet menus may be done in a buffet style or in the form of party platters.
With a full arcade gaming floor with video games, skee ball and racing games, dining packages for large groups may be paired with game cards for a full evening of fun.
With a variety of small shops right along Main Street, diners will find much to do before and after their meal, though parking can be a challenge.
Dining may be done in the form of individual entrees or family-style.
Walk-ins are welcome, or reservations can be made to book a banquet.
Bar Pitti used to be affiliated with the fancier restaurant next door, which serves some of the same dishes at higher prices.
However, after whale watching and coming face to face with a black bear, one is bound to be hungry.
For an outdoor enthusiast, visiting Anchorage, Alaska is bound to be a dream come true.
The menu includes everything that is to be expected at a steakhouse: creamed spinach, appetizers of fresh, ripe tomatoes and onions, and fried shoestring potatoes and onions.
Steaks can be topped with roasted garlic butter, sauteed onions and mushrooms or Bearnaise sauce for the ultimate melt-in-your-mouth meal.
When it comes to appetizers, the sauteed calamari is simply not to be missed.
Orland Park, Illinois 60462(630) 783-1502famousdaves.com/locations/ The Patio The Patio may be one of Chicago-lands best kept secrets.
Be sure to add sides such as cole slaw, corn bread and scrumptious desserts.
If you have been trekking through the Palos Hills Forest Reserve, cycling the Old Plank Trail in Frankfort or driving en route to Starved Rock in southern Illinois, you might be hungry for some barbecue restaurants in the southwest suburbs of Chicago.
Guest rooms can be reserved in "blocks." Amenities include an indoor pool and a day spa and health club.
Everything is available for carryout or delivery but can also be enjoyed in the cozy eating area.
Be sure to bring along your appetite when visiting this area.
Chicago, IL 60657(773) 327-7800harrycaraystavern.com Ed Debevic's At this '50s-style diner, while families dine on malts, burgers and fries, be prepared for a different kind of service.
Families can play trivia games about the movie while waiting to be served.
The menu boasts a wide range of prime cuts, that can be prepared in a variety of styles, like Steak au Poivre or Tournedos au Bleu.
Whether you come to Columbus for business or pleasure, be sure to try out one of the city's top steak houses.
A five-course dinner can be had for under $30 and features generous portions.
The entire family can be entertained for hours during classes offered by Myrna's Bistro, including belly dance, Arabic class and cooking class.
Regardless of the length of your trip, be sure to check out one or all of these child-friendly restaurants.
The restaurants in Canandaigua can be relaxed and casual or a bit more on the elegant side and there are enough of them so you can have a different dining experience each night.
To receive a schedule of events or hours when the club will be open to the public, it can be reached via telephone.
To receive a schedule of events or hours when the club will be open to the public, it can be reached via telephone.
The Wild West does not take reservations but can be reached via telephone for information on the menu, special events, and hours of operation.
None of the options for nightlife in Canton have direct websites, but they can all easily be reached via telephone.
The ghosts of Joseph and his wife have been seen, lights go off and on, and loud footsteps can be heard in the basement and upper floors.
Some believe it to be Lotta, the wife of former owner Charles Jackson.
If you are more adventurous, be sure not to miss dining at one of the area's haunted restaurants for a meal you may never forget.
A Five Diamond Award of Excellence rating from AAA means you'll be provided with the best possible hotel experience during your Las Vegas vacation--only .28 percent of all hotels reviewed by AAA receive the elite five diamond rating.
Burgers are made from beef, turkey or vegetables and can be ordered in combination with a cold soda and your choice of regular, sweet potato, cajun or garlic fries.
Whether cycling through Central Park, jogging underneath the George Washington Bridge or visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art, relax and revel in the knowledge that your ravenous hunger can be satisfied afterward without emptying the wallet.
While Oceanaire Seafood Room can be a bit pricey, the unique atmosphere, attentive services and unforgettable food is surely worth it.
As you can imagine, there is some great food to be found here.
Mannino's is always busy and, unless you're a party of six or more, they don't take reservations so be prepared to wait.
A variety of pasta dishes are available as well; these can be prepared with whole-wheat pasta, if requested.
Be sure to sit in the main dining area on Salsa night so you can spot everyone from college students to octogenarians hitting the floor.
Don't be fooled by the location, it's not just for college students.
If you're looking to load up on some tasty carbs before a big day out in the City of Lakes, be sure to check out one of these local Italian favorites.
From a variety of soups and entrees to the famous chili shrimp and layered bread dishes, Rangoon offers a unique dining experience for patrons who are familiar with Burmese food as well as those who may be trying it for the first time.
Featuring more than 100 items on the menu (including the chef special which changes daily),
Jade Harbor also offers a family meal menu, where groups from four to 10 people can be accommodated with a selection of customer favorites for one set price.
Whether you're a vegetarian or a carnivore, you won't be disappointed.
Restaurants on Buckley Road might be a bit out of the way, but savvy travelers know that sometimes the most fun can be found off of the beaten path.
Restaurants on Buckley Road might be a bit out of the way, but savvy travelers know that sometimes the most fun can be found off of the beaten path.
Dining attire is casual, but swimsuits must be covered and dry to enter the restaurant.
From Chinese cuisine, to restaurants serving breakfast all day, both visitors and residents will be able to find something to eat on nearly every corner.
Executive chef Jose Garces' distinguished abilities led him to be named "Best Chef Mid-Atlantic" by the James Beard Foundation in 2009.
Plentiful options of top-quality, highly regarded and authentic Indian edibles can be found all over town.
Columbus DriveTampa, FL 33607(813) 251-9688 Restaurante La Cabaña Antioqueña La Cabaña Antioqueña claims to be the best Colombian and rotisserie charcoal chicken restaurant in Tampa Bay.
With a casual atmosphere, wines from around the world and the tasty menu, Lasca's can't be missed.
Their menu is filled with a variety of preparation styles that can be paired with your choice of chicken, pork, beef, duck, and a variety of seafood. 1750 Monroe AveRochester NY 14618.(585) 241-3070www.
Rodizio Steak House Rodizio's motto is "Feast your Fill from Milan to Brazil." With more than 17 different cuts of meat (with Italian spices) served on a skewer and sliced thinly by "Gauchos," your plate will be filled endlessly.
With all the choices of skewered, succulent, open-flame grilled beef, chicken, lamb, pork and sausage one can have during a single dinner, a Brazilian restaurant experience ( the "churrascaria de rodizio") can be delightful.
All dishes can be made in mild, medium or spicy varieties, and there is a daily lunch buffet that offers many of the dishes from the standard menu.5226 Bethel Center MallColumbus, Ohio 43220(614) 442-7705newindiarestaurant.com/
The only way to get into RISE, if you're not a member, is to be the guest of a member. 306 Stuart St.
Appetizers such as herring and potatoes or eel and avocado can be ordered to enjoy before indulging in entrees of a wide variety, many fish- or lamb-based.
Café Glechik Serving traditional homemade Russian and Ukranian food, Café Glechik considers itself to be family-oriented.
Annapolis, MD 21401(410) 263-3382 Cantler's Riverside Inn It would be hard to imagine dining in Annapolis without crabs on the menu and at Cantler's, you won't forget the sea creatures.
With entertainment most nights (open-mic night Mondays, Sunday-night acoustic music and NFL games),
dinner will be enjoyable.
Seattle, WA 98102(206) 323-0807serafinaseattle.com Ristorante Machiavelli Open for dinner Monday through Saturday, the Ristorante Machiavelli would be a great place to fuel up after a long day's hike.
Pastas are made by hand in-house and may be accompanied by chicken, pork and meats.
Be forewarned that this restaurant is popular among residents as well as tourists, and lines can be encountered on weeknight evenings and all day on weekdays.
Be forewarned that this restaurant is popular among residents as well as tourists, and lines can be encountered on weeknight evenings and all day on weekdays.
Discount coupons for the Chinatown Restaurant can often be found in local magazines and newspapers, the California Entertainment coupon book and from employees standing on nearby street corners.
Manny's is known for their pulled pork, some of the best to be found in the Denver area.
Appetites of all types will be satisfied with a trip to one of the area's restaurants.
Although the menu does not include many seafood dishes, you won't be disappointed with the truly authentic Italian chicken, veal and beef options.
The dining room always seems to be highly populated with college-age students, especially during the later hours.
Vegetarians will also be pleased with the veggieburger and eggplant options.
Healthy eaters will be glad for the "Health Nuts" menu that offers salads and lighter fare.
You do not have to be a hotel guest to enjoy its offerings, which include steak and seafood, plus appetizers and a full bar.
Located in deep Southeast Portland, the Pub can be a real trek to get to but is well worth the effort.
Don't be fooled by appearances, the Pied Cow Coffeehouse sells a variety of hookah flavors, which you can enjoy with loose-leaf tea and a plate of dates and goat cheese.
The food is fantastic and fairly inexpensive (breakfast is about $8),
though the service can be slow, especially on weekends.
Be sure to try the fruit pancakes during the summer months.
It can host private parties for 20 to 70 guests and staffers will be glad to make all the arrangements, including RSVPs and procuring live musicians.
Small eaters and gourmands will be satisfied, as you can choose from small and medium plates.
Be sure to stop in for some delectable traditional Italian pastries, including cannoli, rum baba, lobster tails, and pasticiotti.
The restaurant also offers Shabbat-to-go dinners, which must be ordered two days in advance.
Individuals on a restricted diet who are considering visiting Pennsylvania will be pleased to learn that there are a variety of restaurants that specialize in kosher foods.
Some of the standard sandwiches you will find here include BLTs, tuna salads and roast beef, all of which can be served on either a bagel or bread.
Diners can come in as early as 6 in the morning any day of the week to enjoy Dave's food, but they must be out before closing time: 3 p.m.
While some find the old-fashioned décor to be a bit hokey, it certainly has its romantic charm and hearkens back to a bygone era of upscale dining.
Soups, salads, pizza and burgers can all be enjoyed at this Tampa Bay institution.
Right upon entering, you'll be impressed by the décor.
Ella's Americana Folk Art Café If you're looking for a taste of authentic American cuisine, Ella's is the place to be in the Tampa Bay area.
Whether you're in the mood for steak in a fine dining environment, munching on down home American classics while surrounded by weird art, or just feel like pasta and a glass of red wine, your stomach will be satisfied with what Tampa Bay has to offer.
Monmouth can be found in the east of New Jersey situated on the Atlantic ocean.
With cooks right at the table, you will be able to see your sushi personally prepared for you -- a good experience all the way around from the food to the preparation.
When visiting for dinner, be sure to save room for a tasty selection from the pastry cart.
Hiking, biking, and fishing all prove to be popular diversions in Lakehurst, New Jersey.
However you decide to enjoy the outdoors, there is bound to be a great restaurant nearby to fill you up and keep you going.
Close by is the Pemigewasset River, where swimming and boating can be enjoyed.
Vegetarians aren't forgotten, even the ones who do not eat dairy-the vegetarian selection has pasta and tofu as well as vegetables that can be cooked in your choice of broth.
These restaurants are popular for good reason-the menu offers a wide range of options sure to appeal to fondue lovers and to make converts out of those who have yet to be introduced to fondue.
The Melting Pot The Annapolis Melting Pot is part of the popular chain of fondue restaurants that can be found all over the United States.
On Sunday nights during the summer Cherry Street East serves up a complete turkey dinner, giving guests just another reason to be thankful.
The only complaint that can be levied at this restaurant is that the prices are higher than one might expect for such simple fare.
Travelers seeking to sample Indian cuisine for the first time, or those more familiar with an Indian diet will be glad to find that many of India's diverse flavors and recipes are available at a number of establishments in the Reading, Pennsylvania, area.
While Thai food tends to be spicy, the kitchen will alter the heat to each individual taste.
Once famous for the Boonton Iron Works, the township is now in the process of urban renewal and expanding its interest in culture and diversity, which can be especially seen in its growing restaurant scene.
There should be something on the buffet table here to please everyone; diners will find pizza, pasta, seafood, steaks, salads, soups and plenty of sweet treats.
While you are in the park, it may be hard to remember that you are never far from the highway and still within the Bohemia city limits.
It might be a bit pricey, but the food is definitely worth every penny.
Set your expectations--go for some tasty food that will be easy on the pocketbook, not for high class.
Also be sure to visit the nearby Avondale House that is set in a 500-acre forest park with many tree trails and walks.
Nicknamed "Cowboy Capital of the World," visitors to Bandera won't be surprised to see that this section of Texas' Hill Country is composed mostly of working and recreational "dude" ranches for those wanting to improve their ridin' and ropin' skills.
Entries can be pricey--the tamarind beef tenderloin costs $22.95, but the food has earned raves from critics.6 W.
Seattle, WA 98101(206) 838-8000unionseattle.com Lark Excluding a visit to the Cal Anderson Park while you are in Seattle would be a real shame.
Seattle may be a large city, but outdoor enthusiasts can still find a plethora of activities to occupy their time.
While there is no dress code, most of the clientele will be dressed in a business casual manner.
After dinner, be sure to check out The Comedy Room located in the restaurant.3455 Biddle St.
If you just polished off a Belly Buster sandwich, you might as well be daring again and order a "Big Girl Foo-Foo" drink to wash it down.
If you want to be a little adventurous, go for the Belly Buster, with slices of ham, turkey, American and Swiss cheeses, tomato and lettuce.
After a long day in the outdoors, you will certainly be ready for some night life.
Dress casually and let yourself be drawn in by the smells of oven-roasted Tandoori Chicken, Dal (lentil soup),
and Saag Paneer (spiced spinach and homemade cheese).
After your active day, a mouth-watering steak might be just what you need to recharge.
Orders may be faxed in or phoned in, but there is as of yet no option to order online as the website is still under construction.
There is even a small selection of "American food" (shrimp, chicken wings, burgers, steak) should you be dining with anyone who doesn't care for Chinese food.
The service and décor can be a bit lacking at times, but for those seeking spicy Latin food, this is the place to be when in this part of New Jersey.
The service and décor can be a bit lacking at times, but for those seeking spicy Latin food, this is the place to be when in this part of New Jersey.
Whether you choose to dine in or have your food delivered, you will be impressed with the speed of the service.
A trip to Lexington, Virginia would not be complete without dining at one of the exquisite restaurants in the area.
Chili's has an extensive menu with all sorts of items, but it can be said that they specialize in Tex-Mex style cooking.
They are famous for their Maid Rite sandwiches, which can be ordered individually, in a meal or by the dozen.
The area is blessed with a diverse culture and many authentic restaurants, including several excellent German restaurants not to be missed.
Guests may choose be seated in the stately dining room or at a table in the courtyard overlooking the hotel swimming pool.
The Fish Grotto also has several wines that can be paired with any dish, including 25 bottles of wine that are under $25.
Vegan options can be found on their own menu page and, if you have something particular in mind, OR Smoothies will do its best to cater your request.
Days in the San Francisco Bay Area are easily filled with outdoor activities whether it be hiking in the Muir Woods or kayaking along miles of rocky coastline but the evening remains to explore the culture of the city.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights are a great time to be at Belloos Martini Bar, when you can sit back, sip a nice cold martini and listen to the best live music in town.
Whatever your taste, a great dining experience can be had in Irvington.
You may want to note that the restaurant is closed Monday and Tuesdays and there can be a wait at breakfast and dinner.
First-time customers can print a discount coupon off its website. 1167 Rt. 55Lagrangeville, NY thevillapastaandgrille.com McDonald's If you have Happy Meal buff in the backseat, you will be delighted to locate the kid-friendly McDonald's in Lagrangeville.
Fresh sushi can be the most amazing experience, but finding a legit and fresh sushi restaurant can be very hard.
Fresh sushi can be the most amazing experience, but finding a legit and fresh sushi restaurant can be very hard.
Don't be misled by the bowling alley atmosphere; Splitsville's menu is also home to filet mignon and a mouth-watering chicken Pinot Grigio.
Tampa, FL 33689(813) 242-8226myspace.com/memasalaskantacos Splitsville If you're looking for something completely different, Splitsville is not to be missed.
Be sure to save room for a homemade and piping hot churro for dessert.
Bath, NY 14810 (607) 776-8040chatawhyle.com Ponderosa Steakhouse The Ponderosa Steakhouse in Bath features the standard steakhouse fare and a quality that has come to be associated with the Ponderosa name.
Business casual would be appropriate for this fine dining establishment.
Be sure to save room for the baklava and Arabic coffee.
On the other hand, finding Middle Eastern cuisine in the Seattle area can be more of a challenge.
Le Bec-Fin1523 Walnut StreetPhiladelphia, PA 19102(215) 567-1000http://lebecfin.com/index.asp Parc Brasserie You can pretend to be in Paris at this brasserie/café.
The building is modeled after the original Hofbrauhaus in Munich, Germany, and this traditional German restaurant and pub is one of the most happening places to be on the weekends.
Noah's Restaurant Sailing around the shores of Stonington provides you with some fantastic views and can be a lot of fun.
Situated in the serene Pocono Mountains, visitors will be able to take in some relaxing downtime.
For excellent live Spanish guitar music and jazz, pull up a chair at the Flamenco Bar with some sangria and prepare yourself to be amazed.
The menu can change daily, and each dining experience can be unique.
With one of the largest menus of any Indian restaurant in Boston, you'll be hard-pressed to want something Mela doesn't have.
You'll be greeted by warm and rustic charm of wood and servers dressed in traditional lederhosen ready to serve you one of many German beers on draft or a German wine.
No matter what your taste, be sure to check out some of these great Italian restaurants and pizzerias in Clearwater, Florida.
After your visit with Chef Ranjana, you will be able to prepare a diverse array of Indian dishes that you can fix again and again for years to come.
Once you are done creating a culinary masterpiece, you will be invited to enjoy your meal in the cozy dining area.
The kitchen will be prepared and stocked for you upon your arrival, making the experience as simple as it is fun.
Cook Au Vin Visitors to Cook Au Vin will be treated to lessons in traditional French cooking.
These restaurants allow you to be the chef and prepare your own delectable meal.
If you plan to visit LUA, stop by its website where the easy online reservation systems makes it a breeze to ensure that there will be a table waiting for you.
Dishes are inspired by French and Italian cuisine and can be ordered a la carte or as part of a three-course or seven-course tasting menu.
The Buffalo Chicken Pizza can only be found at Marcello's.
Lost among Chicago's architectural beauty is a large diversity of outdoor adventures waiting to be uncovered.
More indulgent guests may enjoy the challah French toast, roast beef and lamb, honey-glazed ham and numerous cookies, pies and cakes without which the Metro's Easter champagne brunch wouldn't be complete.411 E.
Milwaukee, WI 53202(414) 271-4220theastorhotel.com Metro Bar & Café The Metro Bar and Cafe is located in Milwaukee's Hotel Metro, a European-style boutique hotel that was Milwaukee's first to be green-certified.
While numerous Easter brunches are offered by local restaurants and hotels, be sure to phone ahead for a reservation, preferably several weeks in advance.
Should you find yourself in the Milwaukee area over the Easter holiday, it may be a little late in the season for ice fishing, but you can always celebrate the holiday by going out for brunch.
Milwaukee may be a large urban center, but it still offers ample opportunities for outdoor recreation.
The road may be paved, but that climb can still work up quite an appetite.
Be sure to stop by its website and print off money-saving coupons before taking your trip to Sakura and get the most bang for your buck at this delightful restaurant.4210 Stelzer RoadColumbus, OH 43219(614) 476-6088sakuraeaston.com
Be sure to contact Kobe to check its hours before venturing out as it closes between lunch and dinner each day.
Either way you are sure to be thrilled by the delicious food and rousing atmosphere.
The price tag at this restaurants tends to be a bit lower than ones you will find at other Japanese steakhouses.
If you're looking for a slightly unusual but delicious dessert, be sure to order the fried pineapple off the appetizer menu.
If you're hankering for a steak but don't want to miss out on the renowned seafood from local waters, Grilled Wild Sea Scallops can be added to any entrée.
If you like it hot, be sure to order off the "Szechuan Heaven" menu, featuring spicy fare such as sauteed beef short ribs with triple chili pepper and spicy hot seafood soup pot.
In fact, you're better off visiting on a weekday, as it's one of the most popular dim sum places in town (for good reason),
and tends to be packed on Saturdays and Sundays.
If your tastes run toward the exotic, be sure to check out the menu's back pages for the specialties.
It's situated right on Lake Union, where you'll be able to watch other outdoor enthusiasts kayaking, canoeing and sailing as you dine.
China Harbor China Harbor is the place to be when you want a gorgeous view to go along with your meal.
During your visit, be sure to ask your server about the award-winning wine list.
Be sure to try the Chef's Recommendation that includes platters of tandoori (marinated and chargrilled lamb and chicken) along with bread.
Be sure to have cash on hand, though, because credit cards are not accepted.
Austin, TX 78704(512) 444-0012www.currasgrill.com Rio Grande Mexican Restaurant Mesquite grilled steak and chicken are the specialties here, and can be ordered as entrees or in quesadillas, nachos or enchiladas.
Be sure to leave room for the featured Crème Brulee of the day.
Whether coming in from a river rafting excursion, a run or ride along the American River Bike Trail, a fly-fishing expedition, or a stroll through Old Sacramento, the city's French food options will be sure to please the palate and relax the mind.
Be sure to take a rest at one of the many restaurants that Orange County has to offer.
There is plenty of fun to be had in the city, such as riding on over 850 miles of off-road bike paths or tubing down Clear Creek River.
Be prepared for a wait for a table on weekend nights when the Blue Lantern is most busy.6120 Seneca StElma, NY 14059716-652-2583bluelanterninelma.com
Live music and eclectic events like a weekly Martini contest make this quaint and quality eatery a destination not to be missed while in the area.
But while there may be a limited number of options and variety there are certainly enough quality destinations to keep satisfy the appetite of those in search of a quick repast before a hike, bike or camping excursion.
The restaurant is housed over nine rooms of a 19th-century Victorian mansion rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a former inhabitant.
This restaurant also features vegetarian chili, which can be served without sour cream or cheese for vegan customers.
Other adventures can be had at nearby Rancocas State Park and Rancocas Creek.
The food is traditional homemade Thai that can be prepared spicy or toned down to appease the American taste bud. 406 Zerex St.
It does not, as yet, seem to be available outside West Virginia, however; so if you'd like to try it yourself, your best bet is to plan a trip to Williamstown.215 Highland Ave.
Although an entire pit-roasted deer will probably not be on the menu, should you visit the Helvetia Hutte, you can enjoy authentic Swiss/German fare including sauerbraten, bratwurst made on site, hot applesauce and home-brewed beer.
Mailloux, a woman who, he says, claims to be in her late 80s but whom the locals (and some of her own relatives) swear is more than 100 years old.
If you'd like to dine in a truly Bavarian atmosphere when visiting the restaurant, ask to be seated in the Hunt Room, which features a huge stone fireplace and antler chandeliers.
Though the Keys have their own style of cooking, dubbed "conch cuisine," plenty of ethnic foods can be found, most prominently Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Italian and Cuban.
Classic Italian American culture can be found directly in this 2 1/2 century old central New York town.
Zagat Rated Les Baux as the number one French bistro in Dutchess and Westchester Counties, so you know this restaurant must be special.
Just be warned, as salad portions are large, you may not want to order a main course and a salad.
Their menu is highly seasonal and is frequently changed, so it is best to visit their website to see what they will be serving.
It's away from the busy downtown, so navigating to the restaurant and parking won't be as difficult as the other restaurants.
Whether rafting, camping, hiking, cycling or even taking a hot air balloon ride, visitors are bound to be captivated by the natural wonder of the area.
At approximately 6 million acres, there is certainly no shortage of outdoor activity to be found.
Dine at one of the upstairs couch tables, but be warned, the pubs do get a little noisy.
The menu can also be paired with one of Oscars of St.
Hartford, CT 06106(860) 246 1222fireboxrestaurant.com City Steam Brewery Cafe The largest restaurant in Hartford, the City Steam Brewery Cafe is located in an historic building that used to be a department store.
While you might be tempted to grab a funnel cake or Thrasher's French fries, you can also have a sit-down, beach casual meal and enjoy people-watching and listening to the breakers.
While reservations are not accepted at All Purpose Pizza, you should call for seating if you will be dining with a large party.
The Tollgate Hill Inn and Restaurant will soon be serving Sunday brunch too.
The park is considered to be a haven for hikers, containing over 200 miles of trails.
Boston's oldest residential community (settled in the 1630s) happens to be the North End, which is also the "Little Italy" of Boston.
For outdoor enthusiasts, this is good news because keeping healthy on a plant-based diet is key, instead of a meaty diet that can be very weighty for the active traveler.
Desserts can be ordered to top off the meal and a full bar with bottled or tap beer is on-site.
Complimentary sides accompany the dish and desserts can be ordered.
Breakfast, and lunch can be enjoyed every day, and dinner is served on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.
Erling Jensen1044 South YatesMemphis, TN 38119(901) 763-3700ejensen.comFolk's Folly Quite possibly the best filet mignon in all of Memphis can be had at this classy formal dining establishment.
Bhan Thai1324 Peabody AveMemphis, TN 38104-3500(901) 272-1538Café Olé Their website claims that Café Olé is one of the best places in Memphis to eat outside and with their bustling Midtown location, they may just be right.
Blue Plate Café Downtown113 S Court Ave Memphis, TN 38103 (901) 523-2050 Ethnic Haunts Bhan Thai Bhan Thai might not have the most extensive menu in town, but the quality can't be beat.
No German restaurant would be complete without a fine selection of authentic German beers, and the restaurant does not disappoint in that regard.
Don't be surprised any time of the year if an accordion is playing, and the servers are dancing between taking care of the tables.
Santa Barbara, CA 93101(805) 963-1293cafezaytoon.com Elements Restaurant and Bar Voted "Best Place to Be Seen" by the Santa Barbara News Press, this chic, upscale restaurant and bar offers Happy Hour every day from 4:30- p.m. to 6:30 p.m.
This beautiful area of Northern New Jersey offers outdoor enthusiasts a chance to get away from it all, and still be within 1 hour of New York City.
The restaurant features a bar and lounge area where appetizers can be ordered.
While many stick with the chain restaurants like Friendly's Applebees and Outback, a better choice would be some privately owned restaurants.
El Corral Restaurant2201 E River RdTucson, AZ 85710520-299-6092www.elcorraltucson.com Claim Jumper Visitors from the East Coast may not have had the experience of Claim Jumper, but it should be visited on any trip to the West.
If all guests can agree to have the Honey Italian Dressing, the salad will be prepared table-side, adding a show along with the dining experience.
Be forewarned, however: Sullivan's is not unique to Nebraska.
There is no better frittata in town, and its stuffed French toast, made Italian style---Italian bread stuffed with a berry mascarpone---is not to be missed.
Each exotic dish is prepared to your taste and can be made mild, medium or spicy.
Be on the lookout for their "Early Supper" specials, available Tuesday through Sunday from 11:30 AM until 4:00 PM, or try one of their many daily blackboard specials.
Massive portions will either be rewarding after a long busy day or a chore to finish or perhaps a bit of both.
Whether you're staying in Mount Olive for a while or just passing through this peaceful North Carolina town, there's one thing you can be sure of; you'll be well taken care of and well-fed.
Whether you're staying in Mount Olive for a while or just passing through this peaceful North Carolina town, there's one thing you can be sure of; you'll be well taken care of and well-fed.
Vegetarians will be happy here because there are lots of veggie options.
The 2010 Winter Olympics will be in Vancouver, and Cypress will host all the freestyle skiing and snowboarding competitions.
Bird watchers will be delighted to spy soaring eagles and herons throughout the park's property.
Parking in Chicago's North Side can be rather difficult at times, so take public transportation (bus, train, or cab) to your destination, bike, or walk if your location is less than one-half mile away.
Miyako After riding, and learning about horses all day, one might not immediately think "sushi." But when that craving hits, it hits, and you'll be glad for Miyako.
The pastas and entrees come with distinctive sauces that ensure you'll be back.
A reuben soup, sauerkraut and red kraut may be ordered as sides.
Whether you've been out for a leisurely stroll or finished a workout at a local health club, you'll be able to find something to eat in the South Loop area.
If you will be drinking, ask the bartender about his Chardonnay wine mix of local and Australian wines, it is his specialty and a delicious blend.
You may be roughing it in Lexington during the day, but when night falls, if you're in the mood for a bit of luxury, Lexington has a few restaurants that may be to your liking.
You may be roughing it in Lexington during the day, but when night falls, if you're in the mood for a bit of luxury, Lexington has a few restaurants that may be to your liking.
Match the wine to a savory piece of Angus rib-eye, a confit leg of duck, or a double-cut pork chop, and your stomach will assuredly be content.
This restaurant, tucked away in what used to be a fruit stand, serves dinner only after 5 p.m. every day.
Add in thousands of hiking and biking trails spread across national parks and forests, as well as state parks and wilderness area, and the state may well be an outdoor recreational paradise.
Indianapolis, Indiana 46204(317) 916-9600dicksbbq.com The Capital Grille "Be wined, dined and dazzled." This is the desire of the Capital Grille as noted on its website capitalgrille.com.
Butler Sanctuary, Choate Audubon Sanctuary and Marsh Memorial Sanctuary you'll likely be ready for a good meal.
There may be long waits on weekend evenings, but many will tell you that the wait is worth your time.
There may be hundreds of Rhode Island restaurants but only a handful that cater specifically to vegan diners.
It's difficult to be disappointed by a pizza lunch when you're getting it fresh and at a reasonable price.
Tampa, FL 33612-5416(813) 979-1464 Saigon Bay It's easy to bypass this unassuming eatery behind the University Collection Shopping Center, but that would be a mistake.
If you've spent the day walking some of the best beaches in the country, parasailing or water-skiing on pretty Tampa Bay, or deep-sea fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, you may be ready to eat.
Get your dogs with cheese, chili or both, but be sure to include a side of homemade onion rings with your order.
Tonelli's Restaurant While the atmosphere here leaves something to be desired, you can't argue that their portions are huge, the prices are affordable and the food is good.
If you can't, be sure to check out one of Bethel's local Italian joints.
The local parks are filled with playing fields for children's sports, campgrounds that can be reserved and plenty of hiking trails.
California might be known for its sunsets and seafood, but California can also fire up a grill and serve up a mean steak.
It may be tiny, but guests can join in for lunch or dinner, and feast on above average gastropub eats like Ahi Tuna, sirloin steak and other "flawless" hot entrees.
The atmosphere of the dining room is very open and airy, because it has glass walls that can be opened during warm weather.
This restaurant has a very casual environment, and guests can be comfortable showing up in their beach clothes after a day of hanging out by the ocean.
Housed in a Victorian-style house, the décor inside manages to be both modern and "home sweet home." The big attraction at The Café Metro is the organic, brick-oven pizza.
The other people in your travel group will be delighted to know they also serve fresh seafood and chicken.
If you were not expecting culinary delights here, you will be pleasantly surprised.
Be sure to call in advance to enjoy this menu and this view.27000 Pacific Coast HighwayMalibu CA, 90265(310) 457-1519geoffreysmalibu.com
Thousands of Southern California restaurants boast of cutting-edge cuisine and a memorable culinary experience, but if you come to California to see the views from a peak, you might be yearning for meal with a view of the Pacific Ocean.
No matter what you're in the mood for, whether it be brunch, lunch, dinner or just a drink, Old Man Rafferty's got something for you to enjoy.284 US Highway 206 Hillsborough, NJ(908) 904-9731www.oldmanraffertys.com
Steaks, burgers and ribs can be ordered in portions that are guaranteed to satisfy even the heartiest of appetites.
With so many choices available it can be hard to decide, but rest assured, whether it's a Philly Steak sandwich or Tilapia stuffed with shrimp, crab and scallops, there's something that every diner will enjoy.
With the freshest produce, fish and a great wine list, you won't be disappointed.
After all that activity, you'll likely be pretty hungry, and luckily, Irondequoit boasts lots of good restaurants.
Vegetarians will be delighted with the vegetable tempura bento box, organic mixed green salad and the vegetable udon or Soba.
This Hohokus restaurant is open until 10:30 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays, so if you are late coming back from the trail, they will be ready to serve you.
You do not have to be vegetarian to appreciate the benefits of organically grown food.
The wine list is particularly lauded in the area, and the desserts are not to be missed.
If your travels take you to Washington County, be sure to check out some of its premier steak houses.
Don't let the home cooking fool you: several quality Indian spots can be found all along your trip, all with reasonable prices and Southern hospitality.
Mississippi is known for hot summers and mild winters, making it a great spot to be outside year around.
Both the food and drinks combine traditional and quirky sensibilities, and the combination always proves to be a winner.
A wide variety of Latin beer also is available and, according to New York Lower Hudson Valley paper, "There will be a strolling mariachi band on weekends." Open 11:30 a.m.-10:30 p.m.
Mexican restaurants seem to be a favorite, and, according to local reviews, the three best picks are Azteca Restaurant, Hacienda del Sol and Mango Cafe.
But you'll be pleasantly surprised by what you find here.
Based on its name, it could be a rowdy cowboy bar or truck stop.
The restaurant also boasts the best hamburger in town, and the made-to-order steaks are not to be missed.
Guests won't be leaving Vona's hungry when they can end their meal with one of the many gourmet desserts or specialty coffees available.
And with the portions as big as they are, it would be tough to leave hungry.
Dress is casual but be aware--Nami will cost you more than a Texas-style steakhouse, but it comes with Hibachi entertainment.
Housed in what was formerly a pancake house, Taal may be somewhat lacking for atmosphere.
If you do go, be sure and sample something from their selection of specialty dosai.
After a long day of outdoor activity, it can be fun to dress up at night and head out to a romantic restaurant.
Wear casual attire, but not bike shorts, and be prepared for mid to high-range prices.
If you are heading to Wisconsin to fish, hunt, trap or stay at one of the state's 4,600 campsites, there is bound to be a steak restaurant in Wisconsin near your location.
Carnivores, vegetarians and vegans will all be able to find hearty meals at these fine local restaurants.
Reservations can be made by contacting the restaurant.
Carvers Bakery Cafe93 Cooper Creek WayWinter Park, CO(970) 726-8202carvers-wp.com Deno's Mountain Bistro To call Deno's Mountain Bistro a mere bistro would be a misrepresentation.
Word to the wise: Whole pies tend to be fresher than individual slices.
The restaurant can be crowded on weekend nights, but reservations are not accepted.
The River Road Greenway, Monon Trail and numerous parks may be found within the city boundaries.
This sports bar is remodeled and much more inviting that it used to be.
If you're looking for a steakhouse in Dallas, Texas, you will not be disappointed.
One dessert not to be missed is the Vulcano, a gooey dark chocolate souffle cake served warm with vanilla bean ice cream.
Be sure to finish your meal with a piece of strawberry tiramisu.
Conveniently located on the shuttle route, you can be transported to ski areas without the hassle of driving.
Fraser might be a small town in Colorado, but that does not mean there aren't plenty of outdoor activities.
Angelina's also offers a private room in the lower level that can be reserved for larger parties.
Portland, OR 97211(503) 841-6968www.beastpdx.com Le Happy Downtown's Le Happy can really be summed up in one word: charming.
Portland, OR 97214(503) 546-8796www.lepigeon.com Beast Beast may look plain from the outside, but don't be deceived.
Steak may not be the first food that comes to mind in a city famous for fried chicken and mint juleps, but red meat options in Louisville are abundant and can meet a variety of tastes and pocket books.
Pause Kitchen and Bar5101 N Interstate AvePortland, OR 97217(971) 230-0705 McMenamins Kennedy School Northeast Portland's McMenamins Kennedy School is a remodeled elementary school, so how could it be anything but kid friendly.
Eating out in Portland with kids in tow can be a wonderful way to experience the city if you know where to go.
Save room for the soufflé of the day, which must be ordered with dinner, or try one of the restaurant's unique and made-fresh-daily sorbets in such flavors as mango-mum, blood orange or pear Williams.
In addition to be a local favorite, The Fort is also listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Known for putting their own take on Southern classics like fried chicken, and fried catfish, this restaurant proves that soul food can be eco-friendly.
For dessert, be sure to try the green tea ice cream. 414 1/2 Cedar Av.
In the summer, this could mean fresh fish, and in the fall this could be warm curry served in a pumpkin.
It has very simple decor that might be reminiscent of a small German cafe.
Phuket1960 Kapiolani Blvd, #109Honolulu, HI 96826(808) 942-8194www.phuketthaihawaii.com/ Keo's Waikiki Beach If there's any one person who can be credited with elevating Thai cuisine in America, then it has to be chef Keo Sananikone.
Phuket1960 Kapiolani Blvd, #109Honolulu, HI 96826(808) 942-8194www.phuketthaihawaii.com/ Keo's Waikiki Beach If there's any one person who can be credited with elevating Thai cuisine in America, then it has to be chef Keo Sananikone.
The Philadelphia area is blessed to be home to a wide variety of natural areas that offer outdoor enthusiasts a wealth of activities.
The grape leaves and falafel are not quite as good at Ya Hala as some other Lebanese restaurants, but the Lebanese delicacy "moughrabieh" is never to be topped.
Karam is vegetarian friendly, although some of the best dishes include goat and lamb, as can be expected at most Middle Eastern restaurants.
Fleming's dining room is stylish and contemporary, so dress up and be prepared to spend some money.
If you can survive the over decoration, the food is not to be missed.
No matter what time of year, there's an outdoor activity to be found, from biking and hiking, fishing and sailing, and cross-country skiing, sledding and ice skating.
You can bring your own bottle of wine for a special occasion; just be aware they have an $8 corkage fee.
Pho Basil177 Massachusetts AveBoston, MA 02115(617) 262-5377 Brown Sugar Café The name may be deceiving, but this restaurant is far from a café.
Sauces, spices and merchandising paraphernalia can be purchased at its on-premise store.
After sampling the barbecue eats, it might be a good idea to get some exercise.
Be sure to try their "Ruby" juice mix, which is made of a blend of carrot, celery and beet.
Still, the offerings are divine, and can be cheaper than other sit-down places.
Ruth's Chris prides itself on its wine selection and also offers private dining rooms that generally must be booked well in advance.
Parking can be difficult in this area, but a walk through the Bottom or along the nearby canal makes for a complete night on the town.
Any of the steak options can be enhanced with options like gorgonzola crumbles or jumbo lump crabmeat.
The Tobacco Company Most Richmonders consider the Tobacco Company to be a local institution.
Be warned, however, they don't take reservations and it's common to see people lined up outside.
With it's seaside location, you might expect New Haven to be known for seafood restaurants.
Dining can be at an intimate booth or at the bar for a better view of the game.
Big Daddy's Restaurant206 K AveKure Beach, NC 28449(910) 458-8622 Port City Java No trip to Carolina Beach would be complete without a trip to this Wilmington-based coffee shop.
Carolina Beach, NC 28428 (910) 458-7380pleasureislandoysterbar.com Big Daddy's Restaurant Drive South on Lake Park Blvd. out of Carolina Beach and Big Daddy's will be on the right.
Considered by online reviewers at Yahoo's local business pages to be "the best Chinese food in New Haven," Sing-Wah specializes in traditional Chinese dishes full of flavor but without the grease.
Bentara Restaurant76 Orange St New Haven, CT(203) 562-2511 Bill@bentara.com Sing-Wah Chinese Restaurant Second in popularity and considerably cheaper, Sing-Wah can be found in the north-west reaches of town at 548 Whalley Ave.
One of the reasons for this may be the presence of Yale University, one of the largest and most famous colleges in the United States, but the town's decorated history in cuisine may also attest to the high quantity.
San Francisco, California 94110Tel: (415) 437-6800 Dolores Park Cafe Dolores Park is one of the most popular leash-free parks in the city, so it's only natural that the Dolores Park Café would be welcoming to pets.
Restaurant by day, night club by night, Selena's boasts some wild salsa nights with live musicians as well as DJs, so if you prefer quiet dining, it may be better to go for lunch.
Lock 2433 Water StreetBaldwinsville, NY 13027-2320(315) 635-2794 Mohegan Manor Mohegan Manor is considered by many to be central New York's premier upscale restaurant.
Keep in mind that while the owners of the restaurant may be hippies, they are certainly not vegetarians.
Its dishes are known to be experimental, like the acorn soup with duck liver and sage or its corzetti with pigs trotter.
With so much to do and see, Bethesda is a town waiting to be explored by the adventurous traveler.
Travelers should be sure to pack a nicer set of clothes as this restaurant requires business-casual attire.
Be sure to enjoy the authentic Irish whiskey cake for dessert as well.13614 Hwy 71 W.
Their flavors are subtle, and intricate rather than aggressively spicy, but they'll be happy to make it hot if your sense of culinary adventure matches your passion for the outdoors.
Your trip will be romantic, relaxing and adventurous.
Catering services are available, and the restaurant and bar may be reserved for private parties.
Wine aficionados will not be disappointed with the vast options.
Most customers find the escargot and the filet mignon to be particularly enjoyable.
Pasta, poultry, veal and steaks can all be found on the menu.
The menu caters to all ages, and the food is the highest quality to be found in the district.
This restaurant is incredibly versatile for its purposes, so for any occasion, this could be the place to eat.
Evenings can be spent touring the many bars and pubs that can be found in Columbus.
Evenings can be spent touring the many bars and pubs that can be found in Columbus.
After the bustle of the Hawthorne nightlife, Greater Trumps can be a relaxing end to your evening.
Whether you've come to Portland for the skiing, fishing, hiking or biking, at some point you're going to be looking for a cool place to indulge your love of food, drink, and maybe even a fine cigar.
While the interior décor might not be much to look at, don't let it put you off the menu.
If you're not into making your own food, you can always have the kitchen staff cook it for you: they would be more than happy to.
The food is guaranteed to be authentic Thai cuisine, and as stated before, is very spicy.
The hibachi chefs put on a great show which can be a good table to stake out if you have a group with you.
Wailua Marina RestaurantWaliua Rd, Wailua808-4311 Dani's Restaurant For diners looking for cheap, authentic Hawaiian food, Dani's Restaurant in Lihu'e is the place to be in Kaua'i.
But be forewarned: the portions in this moderately priced restaurant are known to be huge.
But be forewarned: the portions in this moderately priced restaurant are known to be huge.
Minneapolis, Minnesota 5541(612) 724-3009alventorestaurant.com Cave Vin Cave Vin is one of the few French restaurants that can be found in Minneapolis.
Since the menu ranges from Southwestern style, to European and Asian, it won't be difficult to pick the right meal.
Offering the most authentic experience, you will be rubbing elbows with everyone from true Greek Chicagoans, locals, as well as tourists who have heard the buzz about this place and their menu.
McDonalds can be found at 60 Commons Drive in Cooperstown, just outside the village center.
Vegetarian hikers will enjoy the many meat-free offerings on the menu, while diners who enjoy traditional Italian offerings will be pleased as well.
Whether you are looking for a quick lunch during an event-packed day or a true dining experience, Karyn's Fresh Corner offers delicious meals that you may think are too good to be healthy.
Show up without a reservation here on the weekend and expect to be laughed at by the entire restaurant.
This plate includes the best beef brisket to be found in Houston, along with BBQ pork ribs and a mouth-watering sausage.
The Chateau Lodge offers a number of local dishes, featuring fish caught in the nearby East Twin Lake, as well as some of the greatest barbecue to be found in the state of Michigan.
After a long day of hiking, biking and canoeing in the nearby DeSoto National Park or the Myakka River State Park, visitors of Bradenton will be pleased to know that the city is home to many pizza places, almost too many to count.
The bistro is a family-run dining establishment and has one several local awards, including the OpenTable.com's Diners' Choice Winner 2009, favorite local French restaurant and favorite place to see and be seen.
Each meal can be enjoyed with the restaurants "100 wines by the glass" service, where you can sample one or more of Fleming's 100 different wines.
Built in 1833, Chicago has grown to be the largest city in Illinois.
The Copeland Restaurant: Morristown After a leisurely stroll along the Revolutionary War trails in Morristown, be sure to plan an evening of elegant dining at the Copeland Restaurant in the Westin Governor Morris Hotel.
While in northern New Jersey, be sure to enjoy an unforgettable, distinctive meal at a fine restaurant.
The cuisine may be Southwestern bordering on Mexican rather than authentic.
It is a BYOB place but there's a state store nearby and parking should not be a problem.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19102(215) 569-9525ripsneakers.com/noddingBike tours of Philadelphia pass most of these restaurants so finding your way back at night should not be difficult.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19103(215) 546-0181tequilasphilly.comParking may be an issue for most Center City establishments but there are public and private lots in the area.
Sample the sesame chicken, pot stickers and whatever noodle dish your waiter bluntly tells you must be ordered and liked.
The restaurant seats 300, and the atmosphere can be chaotic--expect to wait 45 minutes at lunchtime or the peak dinner hour, and keep your feet out of the way of the dim sum carts.
Though chicken is the specialty on the menu, the restaurant also cooks up burgers, hot dogs, shrimp, and soups, so every appetite will be satisfied.
Salty's Seafod Grill What visit to Seattle would be complete without fresh seafood.
The Franchino family is known by locals and savvy tourists for their love of music as well as great food and Franchino and his daughter have been known to be seen dancing with the customers any given night of the week.
Eating Italian food in San Francisco is one of the prime attractions to "the city by the bay" and should be on the must-do list of all visitors to the area.
The setting is similar to that of a cafeteria's, but this will be the best cafeteria food you have ever had.
The sweet tooth at the table will not be disappointed with the wide array of deserts offered; the dark chocolate torte and crème brulee are two of the most popular options.
The top restaurants in Atlanta are ones that provide a food experience that cannot be matched by anything you can make at home.
The Sunfish Grill is also known for its extensive wine selection, so be sure to ask the waiter to recommend the perfect wine for your meal.2761 East Oakland Park Blvd.
Be sure to sample the grilled dolphin sandwich for a unique seafood experience.
A visit to Tarpon Bend would not be complete without a enjoying their tasty desserts.
Be sure to sample the desserts, too, such as the chocolate-walnut torte and the fresh fruit crisp.
Be sure to order the Indian breads, too---either plain or filled with lamb, cheese, cauliflower or potatoes.
Things to Do Outdoor enthusiasts will be in heaven when they visit Bar Harbor.
Tzatziki can be used on meats, but is spread over bread when served with ouzo.
Dolmadakia can be coated in a lemon sauce, which varies widely by region.
Certain categories of food are intended to be consumed under specific circumstances.
Getaways Hundreds of weekend or getaways can be arranged, whether a family trip or romantic getaway, there is something for everyone.
The menu is set and rotated monthly, meaning you should check in advance, as you will be offered no choices.
This upscale restaurant features some of the greatest steaks in the state of Florida, served with vegetables, side salad and what could possibly be the greatest onion soup ever cooked.
Reservations are not required but be prepared to wait in line at peak times.
Reservations are recommended and can be made online.
If you're looking for the most famous restaurants in Dallas, steakhouses will be at the top of the list.
What could be more enticing than sharing several, delectable dishes with your date.
What could be more sexy than sashimi and sake on a cold winter night.
Patrons must be 21 or older, or accompanied by a parent.
Eating out does not have to be synonymous with unhealthy food.
You get to choose the vegetables, the meats and the oils that will be used to cook your meal.
Being located in Southern California, healthy food options can easily be found at most restaurants.
Be sure to take a peek inside the private dining area--the entire ceiling is made from wine corks, of course.
Be sure to try the crab cakes, which have earned a great deal of applause over the years.
Be sure to make a reservation, though, since this is a popular place.
With a number of renowned restaurants and chefs within the city, making a choice might be more difficult than expected.
Terrain Granite cliffs can be found next to sand and cobblestone beaches.
It also has an extensive network of biking paths and green spaces such can be found in Rock Creek Park or the C&O Canal Towpath.
As the name suggests, green mesquite wood is used instead of dry, which adds a rich flavor to the BBQ that can not be experienced anywhere else.
The Iron Cactus No trip to Texas would be complete without sampling local Tex-Mex cuisine, and there is no better place for that than the Iron Cactus restaurant in Austin.
The restaurant also operates its own bakery, so treats like rosemary potato bread or pecan pie are sure to be freshly made on the premises.
Although the wait for a table can be long (it's highly recommended to call ahead and reserve your table),
the great atmosphere, friendly service and one-of-a-kind pizzas more than compensate.
Wells St.(312) 943-1124A trip to Chicago would not be complete without a taste of genuine Chicago-style deep-dish pizza.
With live entertainment and servers in roller skates, Ed Debevic's is a one- of-a-kind place that must be experienced by tourists and residents alike.
Traditional Chinese noodle dishes can be found, along with curries, meat dishes like lamb kabobs and spicy Thai salads.
The whirlpool is called Old Sow, is 250 feet across and can be successfully crossed in a motorboat.
If you're visiting for the holidays, you might be interested in the restaurants open on Christmas Day.
Vegetarians will be happy to see great options as well.
Very popular for their consistently great Tex-Mex and Mexican food, the establishment does not take reservations and the lines may be long.
Just be prepared to eat food like barbecue ribs, hula pie and spicy Asian salmon in a loud and rambunctious atmosphere.
Oahu has the bulk of Hawaii's many restaurants and no matter what type of cuisine you seek, you will be satisfied.
Reservations are not accepted, and during peak season, there may be a wait, especially when it's raining.
Those with a more conservative palate will be sated by BBQ shrimp or stuffed lobster.
Be sure to try the restaurant's signature dessert, double chocolate bread pudding, on a night when you won't need your energy for hiking the next day.
Prices may be slightly higher than what you can find at other seafood restaurants, but the quality of the food is usually noticeably better, as is the dining atmosphere.
Although no tuxedo is required to dine at Captain George's, it is considered to be a somewhat upscale dining experience.
With the Pirates Dinner Adventure, you'll be spending your evening in the 1700s.
If you come with children, be prepared for a mess.
This is a unique city experience that should not be missed.
The latter, founded in 1997, claims to be Arlington's favorite Japanese restaurant.
Sea lions and other wildlife may be seen from the inn's patio or the beach.
Tips & Warnings AAA guarantees that it has eliminated sub-standard properties from its listings, so you will be able to book with confidence.
Original foundation stones and remains of the fort itself can be found throughout the property.
The 4.2-acre complex can be explored through self-guided tours that make their way through the old church, which exhibits important items such as Crockett's buckskin vest.
The exact spot where 189 fighters gave up their lives to defend Texas from Mexican invasion can today be seen and experienced firsthand by visitors to the historic plaza.
For those who don't have a lot of time in the city, however, it may be difficult to see everything the area has to offer.
With various entertainment mediums--iPods, iPhones, portable DVD players--available at one's fingertips, getting a teenager engaged can be challenging.
Fenway Park For a baseball fan, no visit to Boston would be complete without going to see Boston's baseball stadium and its Green Monster, and taking in a game there.
The Dallas World Aquarium is not to be missed; i includes dazzling indoor and outdoor displays of creatures from around the world.
If you happen to be taking a boat ride leaving from Aloha Tower Pier, consider going a little out of your way to this local gem.
Vegetable sides can be combined to fill a dinner plate and your stomach.
What could be more romantic than a nice bottle of Chianti and New York-style Italian food.
This vegetarian and vegan-fare restaurant may be small, but it's bursting with bold flavors and dishes.
Matar Pulao Basically a rice pilaf with peas, matar pulao can be a flavorful alternative to cream-based curry dishes.
Even if you're only visiting the city for fun, you might be interested in stopping by some of the restaurants in the city.
Many of these places can be quite dangerous for crab boats and workers due to severely high seas, weather and temperatures which makes king crab even more prized and expensive in addition to its culinary demand.
Matthew and golden or brown king crab can be caught in Southeast, the Aleutians and Pribilof Bay.
Blue king crab can be caught in Pribilof Bay and St.
Red king crab can be caught in Southeast Alaska, the Aleutians Islands, Bristol Bay, Pribilof Bay and Norton Sound.
These are brown with deep blue highlights before cooked and after cooking are an orange-red so may often be served as red crab.
Next time you break a (crab) leg it may be fun to share one of these facts with your tablemates.
French food might not be the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of places to eat in Honolulu; visitors are often surprised just how many French restaurants there are--some are so good that they have been awarded the AAA Five Diamond rating.
Accommodations may be found in the nearby town of Millinocket.
Best of all, rooms can be had for as little as $30 a night.
Brooklyn can now be said to have a scene worthy of the name New York.
There are many more that are not common to the region, but may be encountered anyway.
Beyond this dangerous snake, identifying Louisiana's serpents can be more problematic.
A natural anchor could be a tree or large boulder.
This will often be the course of the deepest and fastest water.
At this point, abandoning the two fertilized eggs might be a worse sin.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
"Before," she said, knowing her face must be red.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
He was getting to be quite a handsome young man.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
For her, losing them was painful enough, but losing a mate - that would be agonizing.
That might be true, but there was no point in working at becoming a spendthrift simply because he had money.
There was shopping and packing to be done before they left on vacation.
As busy as she was, time had to be set aside for play with Destiny.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
Nothing could be gained by dwelling on such thoughts.
They should be doing an ultrasound in a couple of weeks.
It will be so much fun to work on it with Jonathan and Destiny.
The unknown can be worse than reality, and she had no idea what to expect on the flight.
Aside from packing, there was also decorating to be done.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
When will supper be ready?
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
We'll have to be careful about that with the new baby.
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
If their meeting today was any indication, this visit was going to be interesting - if not uncomfortable.
Surely he didn't intend to be verbally invisible the entire visit.
It wasn't like him to be petty.
"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.
"How long will you be with us?" he asked.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
"Of course," growled the horse, "and then we shall be sorry it happened."
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
If there are, they are liable to be glass oats!
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
"Will there be any more Rains?" asked the man with the star.
A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
Sorry to have troubled you; but it couldn't be helped.
"One person cannot be called 'people,'" said the Sorcerer.
Oh, I'm a Wizard; you may be sure of that.
"That remains to be seen," said the other.
"He will not be a wonderful Wizard long," remarked Gwig.
"He will sprout very soon," said the Prince, "and grow into a large bush, from which we shall in time be able to pick several very good sorcerers."
On some of the bushes might be seen a bud, a blossom, a baby, a half-grown person and a ripe one; but even those ready to pluck were motionless and silent, as if devoid of life.
I've been picked over six years, but our family is known to be especially long lived.
She is the Ruler destined to be my successor, for she is a Royal Princess.
I am in no hurry to resign my office and be planted, you may be sure.
"I'm sure the Princess is ready to be picked," asserted Dorothy, gazing hard at the beautiful girl on the bush.
I think I shall keep this Wizard until a new Sorcerer is ready to pick, for he seems quite skillful and may be of use to us.
They have no right to be inside the earth at all.
It would be dreadful to eat these dear little things.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
"But won't they be veg'table, like everything else here?" asked the kitten.
"Why, there seems to be no night at all in this country," Zeb replied.
Those colored suns are exactly in the same place they were when we came, and if there is no sunset there can be no night.
"Oh, you cannot go away, of course; so you must be destroyed," was the answer.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
Some of the Mangaboos fell down and had to be dragged from the fire, and all were so withered that it would be necessary to plant them at once.
"Don't be rough!" he would call out, if Eureka knocked over one of the round, fat piglets with her paw; but the pigs never minded, and enjoyed the sport very greatly.
But never mind; be brave, my friends, and I will go and tell our masters where you are, and get them to come to your rescue.
But I hope you will at least believe it to be possible.
You may come to America and be poor, but if you work hard, your children will have a better life and a better opportunity.
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
Do the Sanders know where everything is and what needs to be done with the animals?
They seemed to be falling right into the middle of a big city which had many tall buildings with glass domes and sharp-pointed spires.
"To be sure," answered the Wizard.