The Spouter-Inn

<p>You should realize that no living man can go to Paradise. By land no man can go thither because of the wild beasts in the wilderness, and because of the hills and rocks, which no one can cross; and also because of...

<p>The men seized Jesus and arrested him. Then one of those standing near drew his sword and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear.</p> <p>“Am I leading a rebellion,” said Jesus, “that you have come...

<p>[Estragon takes Vladimir's hat. Vladimir adjusts Lucky's hat on his head. Estragon puts on Vladimir's hat in place of his own which he hands to Vladimir. Vladimir takes Estragon's hat. Estragon adjusts Vladimir's hat...

<p>For me, when I read the book, it’s not so much reading the simple text that you see before you, but it’s remembering things that my mother and father taught us as siblings growing up. These were daily lessons that we...

<p>“Mr Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise.”</p> <p>“No” — said Darcy. “I have made no such pretension. I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch...

<p>The remainder of the letter is for yourself alone. I want to ask you two questions: the first is,—How did you contrive to preserve the common sympathies of human nature when you resided here? I cannot recognise any...

<p> It was her voice that made<br /> The sky acutest at its vanishing.<br /> She measured to the hour its solitude.<br /> She was the single artificer of the world<br /> In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,<br...

<p>Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were —</p> <p> Flopsy,<br /> Mopsy,<br /> Cotton-tail,<br /> and Peter.</p> <p>They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a...

<p>When they met again, two days later, it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was, somehow, betrayed. Her porch was bright with the bought luxury of star-shine; the wicker of the settee squeaked fashionably as she...

<p>“Is he stuffed?” asked the Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up the Scarecrow and set him upon his feet, while she patted him into shape again.</p> <p>“Of course he’s stuffed,” replied Dorothy, who was still...

<p> Rolling in, top up,<br /> under, thrust and recoil, a great clatter;<br /> lifted as air, boated, multicolored, a<br /> wash of seas — from mathematics to particulars — </p> <p> divided as the dew,<br /> floating...

<p>I begun to get it through my head that he WAS most free—and who was to blame for it? Why, ME. I couldn't get that out of my conscience, no how nor no way. It got to troubling me so I couldn't rest; I couldn't stay...

<p>I love the bones that are stones...</p> <p>Stone is our oldest grandfather. We refer to the stones that keep our songs and stories as grandfathers. Our grandfathers give us the rock on which we stand, but our...

<p>A young man killed in battle by sharp bronze<br /> looks glorious in every way. His body<br /> is fine and handsome even in his death.<br /> But when the dogs despoil a gray old head<br /> and gray old beard, and...

<p>And then at last over the miles between there came a rumble, rising to a deafening crash and roar; the earth shook, the plain heaved and cracked, and Orodruin reeled. Fire belched from its riven summit. The skies...