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¡¡¡¡If there were a fourth, and smiling Grace called Melancholy, she would have worn the air of that Grace. Jean Valjean was fascinated by the contemplation of those tiny fingers on that flower, and forgetful of everything in the radiance emitted by that child.;¡¡¡¡Did a souvenir linger in the depths?-- Quite at the bottom?--Possibly.;¡¡¡¡Balashev made no reply and bowed and bowed his head in silence.,,¡¡¡¡In the past he had never been able to find that great inscrutable infinite something. He had only felt that it must exist somewhere and had looked for it. In everything near and comprehensible he had only what was limited, petty, commonplace, and senseless. He had equipped himself with a mental telescope and looked into remote space, where petty worldliness hiding itself in misty distance had seemed to him great and infinite merely because it was not clearly seen. And such had European life, politics, Freemasonry, philosophy, and philanthropy seemed to him. But even then, at moments of weakness as he had accounted them, his mind had penetrated to those distances and he had there seen the same pettiness, worldliness, and senselessness. Now, however, he had learned to see the great, eternal, and infinite in everything, and therefore- to see it and enjoy its contemplation- he naturally threw away the telescope through which he had till now gazed over men's heads, and gladly regarded the ever-changing, eternally great, unfathomable, and infinite life around him. And the closer he looked the more tranquil and happy he became. That dreadful question, "What for?" which had formerly destroyed all his mental edifices, no longer existed for him. To that question, "What for?" a simple answer was now always ready in his soul: "Because there is a God, that God without whose will not one hair falls from a man's head."!¡¡¡¡First come clamors, the shops are closed, the displays of the merchants disappear; then come isolated shots; people flee; blows from gun-stocks beat against portes cocheres, servants can be heard laughing in the courtyards of houses and saying: "There's going to be a row!"...¡¡¡¡"You are wounded!,Guess the world moved on..¡¡¡¡He interrogated himself.;...
...¡¡¡¡"I imagine, sir," said he, mumbling with his toothless mouth, "that we have been summoned here not to discuss whether it's best for the empire at the present moment to adopt conscription or to call out the militia. We have been summoned to reply to the appeal with which our sovereign the Emperor has honored us. But to judge what is best- conscription or the militia- we can leave to the supreme authority....",Lionfish 11/Nov/2007 Chapter Twenty-seven Padfoot ReturnsContents Prev Chapter Next Chapter ÖÐÎÄ ,,¡¡¡¡"Nicholas, I saw it... he was to blame, but why do you... Nicholas!" and she covered her face with her hands.,¡¡¡¡"A kindly old man but not up to much. And why do they stay on so long in Moscow? They meant to leave for the country long ago. Natalie is quite well again now, isn't she?" Julie asked Pierre with a knowing smile.,¡¡¡¡Only by separating the two sources of cognition, related to one another as form to content, do we get the mutually exclusive and separately incomprehensible conceptions of freedom and inevitability.,¡¡¡¡"Natasha!" she said, just audibly..
CHAPTER XIV ,¡¡¡¡"Good," returned Jondrette.,There is a kind of followers likewise, which are dangerous, being indeed ,,¡¡¡¡And behold, they are almost gay.,¡¡¡¡At Reichenau, he gave lessons in mathematics, while his sister Adelaide did wool work and sewed. These souvenirs connected with a king rendered the bourgeoisie enthusiastic..¡¡¡¡And from one of his pockets he drew forth a sou.;
"Voici la lune qui paratt,.¡¡¡¡"Yes, that's it! That's just what I said to him," put in Nicholas, who fancied he really had said it. "But they insisted on their own view: love of one's neighbor and Christianity- and all this in the presence of young Nicholas, who had gone into my study and broke all my things.",,¡¡¡¡The Cossack raised his arm and a shot rang out. In an instant the tramp of horses galloping forward was heard, shouts came from various sides, and then more shots.,,,¡¡¡¡"One.",¡¡¡¡A smile of pleasure never left Natasha's face. She felt happy and as if she were blossoming under the praise of this dear Countess Bezukhova who had formerly seemed to her so unapproachable and important and was now so kind to her. Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind. Helene for her part was sincerely delighted with Natasha and wished to give her a good time. Anatole had asked her to bring him and Natasha together, and she was calling on the Rostovs for that purpose. The idea of throwing her brother and Natasha together amused her.!¡°But under his own steam?¡± said Hermione eagerly, ¡°or because someone made him?¡± ...
¡®What d'you mean?¡¯ said Harry quickly.,,¡¡¡¡But though he firmly believed himself to be King of Naples and pitied the grief felt by the subjects he was abandoning, latterly, after he had been ordered to return to military service- and especially since his last interview with Napoleon in Danzig, when his august brother-in-law had told him: "I made you King that you should reign in my way, but not in yours!"- he had cheerfully taken up his familiar business, and- like a well-fed but not overfat horse that feels himself in harness and grows skittish between the shafts- he dressed up in clothes as variegated and expensive as possible, and gaily and contentedly galloped along the roads of Poland, without himself knowing why or whither.,;¡¡¡¡"Karay, ulyulyu!..." he shouted, looking round for the old borzoi who was now his only hope. Karay, with all the strength age had left him, stretched himself to the utmost and, watching the wolf, galloped heavily aside to intercept it. But the quickness of the wolf's lope and the borzoi's slower pace made it plain that Karay had miscalculated. Nicholas could already see not far in front of him the wood where the wolf would certainly escape should she reach it. But, coming toward him, he saw hounds and a huntsman galloping almost straight at the wolf. There was still hope. A long, yellowish young borzoi, one Nicholas did not know, from another leash, rushed impetuously at the wolf from in front and almost knocked her over. But the wolf jumped up more quickly than anyone could have expected and, gnashing her teeth, flew at the yellowish borzoi, which, with a piercing yelp, fell with its head on the ground, bleeding from a gash in its side.,¡¡¡¡There was no one in the wine-shop, or in the street, every one having gone off "to watch events.",Crafty men condemn studies; simple men admire them; and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation. Read not to contradict, and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention. ,...
.ANDY,¡°Right,¡± said Lupin, suddenly businesslike. ¡°Ron, I can't mend bones nearly as well as Madam Pomfrey, so I think it's best if we just strap your leg up until we can get you to the hospital wing.¡± .¡¡¡¡"First, notepaper- do you hear? Eight quires, like this sample, gilt-edged... it must be exactly like the sample. Varnish, sealing wax, as in Michael Ivanovich's list.",LastIndexNext, ,¡¡¡¡Never again should he read those books; never more should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, the only servant whom he kept, would never more bring him his coffee in the morning.,¡®Yeah,¡¯ growled Moody. ¡®About how he's treated when he's at your place.¡¯ ...
,¡¡¡¡The two children, picked up by some policeman and placed in the refuge, or stolen by some mountebank, or having simply strayed off in that immense Chinese puzzle of a Paris, did not return.,...¡¡¡¡"Finished, finished!" little Natasha's gleeful yell rose above them all....¡¡¡¡But the Emperor and Balashev passed out into the illuminated garden without noticing Arakcheev who, holding his sword and glancing wrathfully around, followed some twenty paces behind them....¡¡¡¡In their rear, more than a mile from Mikulino where the forest came right up to the road, six Cossacks were posted to report if any fresh columns of French should show themselves.,¡¡¡¡"Well it won't be for long. Next summer I'll take him to Petersburg," said Nicholas. "Yes, Pierre always was a dreamer and always will be," he continued, returning to the talk in the study which had evidently disturbed him. "Well, what business is it of mine what goes on there- whether Arakcheev is bad, and all that? What business was it of mine when I married and was so deep in debt that I was threatened with prison, and had a mother who could not see or understand it? And then there are you and the children and our affairs. Is it for my own pleasure that I am at the farm or in the office from morning to night? No, but I know I must work to comfort my mother, to repay you, and not to leave the children such beggars as I was.",¡¡¡¡*Without faith or law. ,¡¡¡¡Through the shades of twilight they could hear the pieces being loaded; the matches all lighted, like the eyes of tigers at night, formed a circle round their heads; all the lintstocks of the English batteries approached the cannons, and then, with emotion, holding the supreme moment suspended above these men, an English general, Colville according to some, Maitland according to others, shouted to them, "Surrender, brave Frenchmen!" Cambronne replied, "-----.".
¡¡¡¡"Come, come!" she said, not letting go of his arm. And they went to their rooms.,¡®More recently,¡¯ said Dumbledore, ¡®I became concerned that Voldemort might realise that this connection between you exists. Sure enough, there came a time when you entered so far into his mind and thoughts that he sensed your presence. I am speaking, of course, of the night when you witnessed the attack on Mr. Weasley.¡¯! ,;¡¡¡¡Facing these men, who were ferocious, we admit, and terrifying, but ferocious and terrifying for good ends, there are other men, smiling, embroidered, gilded, beribboned, starred, in silk stockings, in white plumes, in yellow gloves, in varnished shoes, who, with their elbows on a velvet table, beside a marble chimney-piece, insist gently on demeanor and the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, of fanaticism, of innocence, of slavery, of the death penalty, of war, glorifying in low tones and with politeness, the sword, the stake, and the scaffold.,¡¡¡¡He unbuttoned his coat and sat down on a bench in the porch....LastIndexNext.
You'll just have to pry up that rock and see., ,¡¡¡¡"But shan't we have to accept battle?" remarked Prince Andrew.,LastIndexNext;LET ME OUUUUT!;¡¡¡¡He could not live, because all man's efforts, all his impulses to life, are only efforts to increase freedom. Wealth and poverty, fame and obscurity, power and subordination, strength and weakness, health and disease, culture and ignorance, work and leisure, repletion and hunger, virtue and vice, are only greater or lesser degrees of freedom..¡¡¡¡And the two children followed him as they would have followed an archbishop...
;? Leo Tolstoy......¡¡¡¡And Pierre's soul was dimly but joyfully filled not by the story itself but by its mysterious significance: by the rapturous joy that lit up Karataev's face as he told it, and the mystic significance of that joy.!¡¡¡¡In the experimental sciences what we know we call the laws of inevitability, what is unknown to us we call vital force. Vital force is only an expression for the unknown remainder over and above what we know of the essence of life..¡¡¡¡The old woman straightened herself up in a fury.,¡¡¡¡The largest of all, a sort of colossus, marched on Gavroche with his bayonet fixed. The urchin took in his arms Javert's immense gun, levelled it resolutely at the giant, and fired.;
¡¡¡¡One group of the French stood close to the road, and two of them, one of whom had his face covered with sores, were tearing a piece of raw flesh with their hands. There was something horrible and bestial in the fleeting glance they threw at the riders and in the malevolent expression with which, after a glance at Kutuzov, the soldier with the sores immediately turned away and went on with what he was doing.,¡¡¡¡To the third party- in which the Emperor had most confidence- belonged the courtiers who tried to arrange compromises between the other two. The members of this party, chiefly civilians and to whom Arakcheev belonged, thought and said what men who have no convictions but wish to seem to have some generally say. They said that undoubtedly war, particularly against such a genius as Bonaparte (they called him Bonaparte now), needs most deeply devised plans and profound scientific knowledge and in that respect Pfuel was a genius, but at the same time it had to be acknowledged that the theorists are often one sided, and therefore one should not trust them absolutely, but should also listen to what Pfuel's opponents and practical men of experience in warfare had to say, and then choose a middle course. They insisted on the retention of the camp at Drissa, according to Pfuel's plan, but on changing the movements of the other armies. Though, by this course, neither one aim nor the other could be attained, yet it seemed best to the adherents of this third party.!¡¡¡¡Moreover, he had been obliged to pass the Dyle on the narrow bridge of Wavre; the street leading to the bridge had been fired by the French, so the caissons and ammunition-wagons could not pass between two rows of burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was extinguished.;LastIndexNext,¡¡¡¡When she saw Natasha's fright, Sonya shed tears of shame and pity for her friend..LastIndexNext;;
¡¡¡¡He slipped from under the gate where he had concealed himself, and went down the Rue des Postes, towards the region of the Jardin des Plantes.,¡¡¡¡"Know what?" Natasha's eyes asked.,ANDY,,¡¡¡¡"All right, one can't talk- how tiresome!",!
¡¡¡¡He resolved on this; he recognized with anguish, the fact that it was necessary.,,me errors of aged men amount but to this; that more might have been done, or sooner. !¡¡¡¡The child sighed as though a load had been lifted from her breast.,¡¡¡¡Pierre longer suffered moments of despair, hypochondria, and disgust with life, but the malady that had formerly found expression in such acute attacks was driven inwards and never left him for a moment. "What for? Why? What is going on in the world?" he would ask himself in perplexity several times a day, involuntarily beginning to reflect anew on the meaning of the phenomena of life; but knowing by experience that there were no answers to these questions he made haste to turn away from them, and took up a book, or hurried of to the Club or to Apollon Nikolaevich's, to exchange the gossip of the town.,,!,;¡¡¡¡Pierre left the room and went to the old prince and Princess Mary.;
¡¡¡¡On arriving there, he calculated that he ought to be able to see the old man and the child.!Harry shrugged. ¡®Just didn't feel like it.¡¯!¡¡¡¡But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to left, for fear of seeing things in the branches and in the brushwood..;¡¡¡¡Pierre interrupted him.!¡¡¡¡Berg smiled with a sense of his superiority over a weak woman, and paused, reflecting that this dear wife of his was after all but a weak woman who could not understand all that constitutes a man's dignity, what it was ein Mann zu sein.* Vera at the same time smiling with a sense of superiority over her good, conscientious husband, who all the same understood life wrongly, as according to Vera all men did. Berg, judging by his wife, thought all women weak and foolish. Vera, judging only by her husband and generalizing from that observation, supposed that all men, though they understand nothing and are conceited and selfish, ascribe common sense to themselves alone. ,hath poco di motto. And certainly, there be not two more fortunate properties;,LastIndexNext,A man shall see faces, that if you examine them, part by part, you shall find never a good; and yet all together do well. If it be true, that the principal part of beauty is in decent motion, certainly it is no marvel though persons in years seem many times more amiable; pulchravmautumnuspiiJcher: for no youth can be comely but by pardon, and considering the youth as to make up the comeliness. ,¡¡¡¡A confusion of helmets, of cries, of sabres, a stormy heaving of the cruppers of horses amid the cannons and the flourish of trumpets, a terrible and disciplined tumult; over all, the cuirasses like the scales on the hydra.;
¡¡¡¡From the habit of fifty years all this had a physically agitating effect on the old general. He carefully and hastily felt himself all over, readjusted his hat, and pulling himself together drew himself up and, at the very moment when the Emperor, having alighted from the sleigh, lifted his eyes to him, handed him the report and began speaking in his smooth, ingratiating voice.;¡¡¡¡Denisov did not reply; he rode up to Petya, dismounted, and with trembling hands turned toward himself the bloodstained, mud-bespattered face which had already gone white.,¡¡¡¡"Oh, dear! Well then, wait. That's right, Sonya.",¡¡¡¡So long as you go and come in your native land, you imagine that those streets are a matter of indifference to you; that those windows, those roofs, and those doors are nothing to you; that those walls are strangers to you; that those trees are merely the first encountered haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones.;¡¡¡¡I quitted the house and entered the garden. The garden was deserted.,He reaches through the bars and returns the Bible to Andy....What do you mean "he just wasn't here?" Don't say that to me, Haig!;
BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN...¡¡¡¡"My poor husband is enduring pains and hunger in Jewish taverns, but the news which I have inspires me yet more.,Leonard catches Red's eye, turns and grabs a specific stack of clean sheets. He hands it across to Red --,,¡¡¡¡What a good wound!" he repeated in a whisper.,LastIndexNext;
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...¡¡¡¡As soon as he had found himself released from his bonds, and while Javert was drawing up his report, he had taken advantage of confusion, the crowd, the darkness, and of a moment when the general attention was diverted from him, to dash out of the window.,¡¡¡¡"Yes, it's all very well for you. You are pleased, you've had a good time.... But what about me? You might at least have shown consideration for the children. I am nursing and my milk was spoiled.... Petya was at death's door. But you were enjoying yourself. Yes, enjoying...",,¡¡¡¡"What... what they have brought us to!" Kutuzov suddenly cried in an agitated voice, evidently picturing vividly to himself from Prince Andrew's story the condition Russia was in. "But give me time, give me time!" he said with a grim look, evidently not wishing to continue this agitating conversation, and added: "I sent for you to keep you with me.";¡¡¡¡The struggle between the old views and the new was long and stubbornly fought out in physical philosophy. Theology stood on guard for the old views and accused the new of violating revelation. But when truth conquered, theology established itself just as firmly on the new foundation..
,¡¡¡¡The "man of great merit," who was still a novice in court circles, wishing to flatter Anna Pavlovna by defending her former position on this question, observed:,I'm a rockhound. At least I was, in my old life. I'd like to be again,.¡¡¡¡Princess Mary postponed her departure. Sonya and the count tried to replace Natasha but could not. They saw that she alone was able to restrain her mother from unreasoning despair. For three weeks Natasha remained constantly at her mother's side, sleeping on a lounge chair in her room, making her eat and drink, and talking to her incessantly because the mere sound of her tender, caressing tones soothed her mother.,¡¡¡¡Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire had found them and swelled the group.,¡¡¡¡"Well, then, are you refusing Prince Andrew?" said Sonya..
,¡¡¡¡The nocturnal quivering of the forest surrounded her completely.,¡¡¡¡They waited a long time for Natasha to come to dinner that day. She sat in her room crying like a child, blowing her nose and sobbing. Sonya stood beside her, kissing her hair.;¡¡¡¡"I have a letter from him," she replied..FADE TO BLACK: 7TH TITLE UP,,!TOMMY;
,? Leo Tolstoy,,,¡¡¡¡"Yes, Moscow will be surrendered! She will be our expiation!" shouted one man.,,...
¡¡¡¡Despots count for something in the question of philosophers. A word that is chained is a terrible word.,¡¡¡¡But as if this angered him, he bent his head quite low and muttered:,¡¡¡¡From the close of the year 1811 intensified arming and concentrating of the forces of Western Europe began, and in 1812 these forces- millions of men, reckoning those transporting and feeding the army- moved from the west eastwards to the Russian frontier, toward which since 1811 Russian forces had been similarly drawn. On the twelfth of June, 1812, the forces of Western Europe crossed the Russian frontier and war began, that is, an event took place opposed to human reason and to human nature. Millions of men perpetrated against one another such innumerable crimes, frauds, treacheries, thefts, forgeries, issues of false money, burglaries, incendiarisms, and murders as in whole centuries are not recorded in the annals of all the law courts of the world, but which those who committed them did not at the time regard as being crimes.,CHAPTER XIII .¡¡¡¡"I will not go out to-morrow. It prevents my working.".LastIndexNext!¡¡¡¡Writers of universal history who deal with all the nations seem to recognize how erroneous is the specialist historians' view of the force which produces events. They do not recognize it as a power inherent in heroes and rulers, but as the resultant of a multiplicity of variously directed forces. In describing a war or the subjugation of a people, a general historian looks for the cause of the event not in the power of one man, but in the interaction of many persons connected with the event.;CHAPTER XIII ...Get in here! Now!, ...
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BOOK SIX: 1808 - 10,¡¡¡¡Pierre came up to him and caught him by the arm.,¡¡¡¡After living at the seat of the highest authority and power, after conversing with the Emperor less than three hours before, and in general being accustomed to the respect due to his rank in the service, Balashev found it very strange here on Russian soil to encounter this hostile, and still more this disrespectful, application of brute force to himself.,¡¡¡¡"Fasten everything thoroughly.",¡¡¡¡"Thank God!" he exclaimed. "Yes, thank God!" he repeated, listening to Petya's rapturous account. "But, devil take you, I haven't slept because of you! Well, thank God. Now lie down. We can still get a nap before morning."... ....
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¡¡¡¡"The other day when he came out from Mass in full uniform, Michael Sidorych..." Simon did not finish, for on the still air he had distinctly caught the music of the hunt with only two or three hounds giving tongue. He bent down his head and listened, shaking a warning finger at his master. "They are on the scent of the cubs... " he whispered, "straight to the Lyadov uplands.",? Victor Hugo,¡¡¡¡I kept it. I did not want to have it reach you.,...¡¡¡¡"Yes, in these days it would be hard to live without faith..." remarked Princess Mary.,¡¡¡¡While Dolokhov had been disputing with Denisov what should be done with prisoners, Petya had once more felt awkward and restless; but again he had no time to grasp fully what they were talking about. "If grown-up, distinguished men think so, it must be necessary and right," thought he. "But above all Denisov must not dare to imagine that I'll obey him and that he can order me about. I will certainly go to the French camp with Dolokhov. If he can, so can I!",¡¡¡¡"See what you believed in! This is he! Do you now see that it was not he but I who moved you?",¡¡¡¡A week later, Jean Valjean had taken his departure.,¡¡¡¡"Will you do something for me?".
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¡¡¡¡A certain amount of dreaming is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes severe, and produces in the spirit a soft and fresh vapor which corrects the over-harsh contours of pure thought, fills in gaps here and there, binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas....¡¡¡¡"Put down `My dear daughter'--" said Thenardier.,logic and rhetoric able to contend. AbeuntstucSa in mores. Nay, there is no stond ,¡¡¡¡"Perhaps this man is my mother."!Don't break the connection. .,¡¡¡¡Whatever happens and whoever may stand at the head of affairs, the theory can always say that such and such a person took the lead because the collective will was transferred to him.;
¡¡¡¡A king is history's slave..¡¡¡¡Revolt, as we have said, is sometimes found among those in power. Polignac is a rioter; Camille Desmoulins is one of the governing powers.,.? Leo Tolstoy,CHAPTER III ...!
,¡¡¡¡"Or perhaps they amuse your honor?" remarked Alpatych with a staid air, as he pointed at the old men with his free hand.,¡¡¡¡*Poisonous nourishment of a too sensitive soul,;¡¡¡¡ Let us turn back,--that is one of the story-teller's rights,-- and put ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than the epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book took place.,¡¡¡¡He!,¡¡¡¡They drove up to the gloomy old house on the Vozdvizhenka and entered the vestibule.,Harry Potter;¡¡¡¡Petya badly wanted to laugh, but noticed that they all refrained from laughing. He turned his eyes rapidly from Tikhon's face to the esaul's and Denisov's, unable to make out what it all meant.,? Victor Hugo;