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2026-03-29
How long I lay in a kind of trance or sleep I cannot say, but when again I recovered consciousness it was day. How ill I felt, how hunger still gnawed at me, it would be hard to say. I was too weak to scream now, far too weak to struggle. "Are you there, Henry...
2026-03-22
It was a perfect day, with a bright sun and a few fleecy clouds in the heavens. The trees and wayside hedges were just throwing out their first green shoots, and the air was full of the pleasant smell of the moist earth. To me at least there was a strange cont...
2026-03-18
Even now I cannot recollect without passion my reveries while the work was incomplete. I trod heaven in my thoughts, now exulting in my powers, now burning with the idea of their effects. From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition; but h...
2026-03-16
Without noticing or speaking to us, he went to the panel, looked at the poulps, and said something to his lieutenant. Naturalist,” he replied; “and we are going to fight them, man to beast.” I looked at him.
2026-03-14
Some overhanging rocks afforded us a slight protection from the torrents. Under this shelter, Hans prepared some food, which, however, I was unable to touch; and, exhausted by the three weary days and nights of watching, we fell into a deep and painful sleep. ...
2026-03-03
don’t let them say such things,” she pursued in great trouble. “Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman’s son. That my—” she stopped, and wept outright; upset at the bare notion of relationship with such a clown.
2026-03-01
I sat about in the darkness of the scullery, in a state of despondent wretchedness. I thought I had become deaf, for the noises of movement I had been accustomed to hear from the pit had ceased absolutely. I did not feel strong enough to crawl noiselessly to t...
2026-02-24
But if this awful noise proceeds from a cataract--if, so to speak in plain English, this vast interior ocean is precipitated into a lower basin--if these tremendous roars are produced by the noise of falling waters, the current would increase in activity, and ...
2026-02-19
My dear, I must stop here at present, I feel so miserable, though I am so happy. “_Evening._ “Arthur has just gone, and I feel in better spirits than when I left off, so I can go on telling you about the day. He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, a...
2026-02-18
If I have no ties and no affections, hatred and vice must be my portion; the love of another will destroy the cause of my crimes, and I shall become a thing of whose existence everyone will be ignorant. My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abh...
2026-02-16
“I cannot bear to think that they should have all this estate. If it was not for the entail, I should not mind it.” “What should not you mind?” “I should not mind anything at all.” “Let us be thankful that you are preserved from a state of such insensibility.”...
2026-02-16
“I would drown first.” Just then the moon appeared through the fringes of a thick cloud that the wind was driving to the east. She was five miles from us, and looked like a dark mass, hardly discernible.
2026-02-16
Nothing in human shape could have destroyed the fair child. The mere presence of the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact. I thought of pursuing the devil; but it would have been in vain, for another flash discovered him to me hanging among the rocks of ...
2026-02-12
keep up the sail--no matter what happens." These words were scarcely uttered when the southern horizon underwent a sudden and violent change. The long accumulated vapors were resolved into water, and the air required to fill up the void produced became a wild ...
2026-02-12
I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome; that it was life, strong life, and gave life to him. He has evidently some deep problem in his mind, for he keeps a little note-book in which he is always jotting down someth...