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		<title>The beauty of the world.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2014 13:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I&#160;loved&#160;where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken&#160;silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I&nbsp;<strong>loved</strong>&nbsp;where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken&nbsp;<strong>silence</strong>, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I tried, with&nbsp;<em>Dejah Thoris</em>&#8216; warm body pressed close to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my heart was singing as gaily as though we were already entering the gates of&nbsp;<strong>Helium</strong>.</p>
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<h2>There no other way for the whale to land</h2>
<blockquote><p>Our earlier plans had been so sadly upset that we now found ourselves without food or drink, and I alone was armed. We therefore urged our&nbsp;<strong>beasts</strong>&nbsp;to a speed that must tell on them sorely before we could hope to sight the ending of the first stage of our journey.</p>
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<p>Another reason which <strong>Sag-Harbor</strong> (he went by that name) urged for his want of faith in this matter of the prophet, was something obscurely in reference to his incarcerated body and the whale&#8217;s gastric juices. </p>
<p>But this objection likewise falls to the ground, because a German <strong>exegetist</strong> supposes that Jonah must have taken refuge in the floating body of a dead whale. </p>
<p>Nor have there been wanting learned exegetists who have opined that the whale mentioned in the book of Jonah merely meant a life-preserver&mdash;an inflated bag of wind&mdash;which the endangered prophet swam to, and so was saved from a watery doom. Poor <strong>Sag-Harbor</strong>, therefore, seems worsted all round. But he had still another reason for his want of faith. </p>
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<h2>the French soldiers in the Russian campaign</h2>
<p>We rode all night and all the following day with only a few short&nbsp;<strong>rests</strong>. On the second night both we and our animals were completely fagged, and so we lay down upon the moss and slept for some five or six hours, taking up the journey once more before daylight. All the following day we rode, and when, late in the afternoon we had sighted no distant trees, the mark of the great waterways throughout all&nbsp;<strong>Barsoom</strong>, the terrible truth flashed upon us&mdash;we were lost.</p>
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		<title>Colors are the smiles of nature.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2014 13:38:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since then he had been skulking along towards <strong>Maybury</strong>, in the hope of getting out of danger <strong>Londonward</strong>. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.</p>
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<h2>That was the story they told my brother</h2>
<p class="lead">That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the <strong>Martians</strong>, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat.</p>

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When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my <strong>study</strong>, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had <strong>dwindled</strong> now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape&#8211;a white <strong>railway</strong> signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage.</p>
<p>Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.</p>
<p>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green <em>vapour</em> streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn&#8211;streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.
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<h2>In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes.</h2>
<p>As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.</p>
<blockquote class="text-left"><p>That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Coffee is a language in itself.</title>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of <strong>hickory</strong>, with the bark still investing it, <strong>Ahab</strong> fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, &#8220;<em>Good! and now for the seizings.</em>&#8220;
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<blockquote><p>At one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the separate spread yarns were all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole was then driven hard up into the socket; from the lower end the rope was traced half-way along the pole&#8217;s length, and firmly secured so, with <strong>intertwistings</strong> of twine. </p>
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<h2>Some nice feeling towards the sea</h2>
<p>This done, pole, iron, and rope&mdash;like the Three Fates&mdash;remained inseparable, and Ahab moodily stalked away with the weapon; the sound of his ivory leg, and the sound of the hickory pole, both hollowly ringing along every plank. But ere he entered his cabin, light, unnatural, half-bantering, yet most piteous sound was heard. Oh, Pip! thy wretched laugh, thy idle but <strong>unresting</strong> eye; all thy strange mummeries not unmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of the melancholy ship, and mocked it!</p>
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<p>Penetrating further and further into the heart of the Japanese cruising ground, the <strong>Pequod</strong> was soon all astir in the fishery. Often, in mild, pleasant weather, for twelve, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on the stretch, they were engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or sailing, or paddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty or seventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; though with but small <strong>success</strong> for their pains.</p>
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<h2>The long-drawn virgin vales</h2>
<p class="lead">At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving <strong>swells</strong>; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against the gunwale.</p>
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These are the times, when in his whale-boat the rover softly feels a certain filial, <strong>confident</strong>, land-like feeling towards the sea; that he regards it as so much flowery earth; and the distant ship revealing only the tops of her masts, seems struggling forward, not through high rolling waves, but through the tall grass of a rolling prairie: as when the western emigrants&#8217; horses only show their erected ears, while their hidden bodies widely wade through the amazing <strong>verdure</strong>.</p>
<p>The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue <strong>hill-sides</strong>; as over these there steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting, <strong>interpenetrate</strong>, and form one seamless whole.</p>
<p>Nor did such soothing scenes, however temporary, fail of at least as temporary an effect on Ahab. But if these secret golden keys did seem to open in him his own secret golden treasuries, yet did his breath upon them prove but tarnishing.</p></div>
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		<title>I&#8217;m really not good at being glamorous.</title>
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<p>Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of <strong>hickory</strong>, with the bark still investing it, <strong>Ahab</strong> fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, &#8220;<em>Good! and now for the seizings.</em>&#8221;</p>
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<h2>land-like feeling towards the sea </h2>
<p class="lead">At one extremity the rope was <strong>unstranded</strong>, and the separate spread yarns were all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole was then driven hard up into the socket.</p>
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<p>Ahab moodily stalked away with the weapon; the sound of his ivory leg, and the sound of the hickory pole, both hollowly ringing along every plank. But ere he entered his cabin, light, unnatural, half-bantering, yet most piteous sound was heard. Oh, Pip! thy wretched laugh, thy idle but <strong>unresting</strong> eye; all thy strange mummeries not unmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of the melancholy ship, and mocked it!</p>
<p>Penetrating further and further into the heart of the Japanese cruising ground, the <strong>Pequod</strong> was soon all astir in the fishery. Often, in mild, pleasant weather, for twelve, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on the stretch, they were engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or sailing, or paddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty or seventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; though with but small <strong>success</strong> for their pains.</p>
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<p>These are the times, when in his whale-boat the rover softly feels a certain filial, <strong>confident</strong>, land-like feeling towards the sea; that he regards it as so much flowery earth; and the distant ship revealing only the tops of her masts, seems struggling forward, not through high rolling waves, but through the tall grass of a rolling prairie: as when the western emigrants&#8217; horses only show their erected ears, while their hidden bodies widely wade through the amazing <strong>verdure</strong>.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a cheerful prospect. I asked Perry what he thought about it; but he only shrugged his shoulders and continued a longwinded prayer he had been at for some time. He was wont to say that the only redeeming feature of our captivity was the ample time it gave him for the improvisation of]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was a cheerful prospect. I asked <strong>Perry</strong> what he thought about it; but he only shrugged his shoulders and continued a longwinded prayer he had been at for some time. He was wont to say that the only redeeming feature of our captivity was the ample time it gave him for the improvisation of prayers&mdash;it was becoming an obsession with him. The <strong>Sagoths</strong> had begun to take notice of his habit of declaiming throughout entire marches. One of them asked him what he was saying&mdash;to whom he was talking. The question gave me an idea, so I answered quickly before <strong>Perry</strong> could say anything.
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<p>I realized, but if we could make any capital out of <strong>Perry&#8217;s</strong> harmless mania I wanted to make it while the making was prime. It worked splendidly. The Sagoths treated us both with marked respect during the balance of the journey, and then passed the word along to their master <strong>Mahars</strong>.</p>
<p> She explained that they had as much as thirty pounds in gold, besides a five-pound note, and suggested that with that they might get upon a train at St. Albans or New Barnet. My brother thought that was hopeless, seeing the fury of the Londoners to crowd upon the trains, and broached his own idea of striking across Essex towards Harwich and thence escaping from the country altogether.</p>
<p>Mrs. <strong>Elphinstone</strong>&#8211;that was the name of the woman in white&#8211;would listen to no reasoning, and kept calling upon &#8220;George&#8221;; but her sister-in-law was astonishingly quiet and deliberate, and at last agreed to my brother&#8217;s suggestion.</p>
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<blockquote><p>Two marches after this episode we came to the city of Phutra. The entrance to it was marked by two lofty towers of granite, which guarded a flight of steps leading to the buried city. Sagoths were on guard here as well as at a hundred or more other towers scattered about over a large plain.</p></blockquote>
<p>As we descended the broad staircase which led to the main avenue of <strong>Phutra</strong> I caught my first sight of the dominant race of the inner world. Involuntarily I shrank back as one of the creatures approached to inspect us. A more hideous thing it would be impossible to imagine. The all-powerful <strong>Mahars</strong> of <strong>Pellucidar</strong> are great reptiles, some six or eight feet in length, with long narrow heads and great round eyes. Their beak-like mouths are lined with sharp, white fangs, and the backs of their huge, lizard bodies are serrated into bony ridges from their necks to the end of their long tails.</p>
<p>Their feet are equipped with three webbed toes, while from the fore feet membranous wings, which are attached to their bodies just in front of the hind legs, protrude at an angle of 45 degrees toward the rear, ending in sharp points several feet above their bodies.</p>
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		<title>Look deep into nature.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[At first the two forces circled at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodangan camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward]]></description>
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<p>At first the two forces <strong>circled</strong> at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great <strong>hole</strong> was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the <strong>Zodangan</strong> camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below; then with sickening velocity she tore after them, almost completely burying herself in the soft loam of the ancient sea bottom.
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<blockquote><p>A wild cry of exultation arose from the Heliumite squadron, and with redoubled ferocity they fell upon the Zodangan fleet. By a pretty maneuver two of the vessels of Helium gained a position above their adversaries, from which they poured upon them from their keel bomb batteries a perfect torrent of exploding bombs.</p></blockquote>
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<h2>Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow</h2>
<p>Then, one by one, the <strong>battleships</strong> of Helium succeeded in rising above the Zodangans, and in a short time a number of the beleaguering battleships were drifting hopeless wrecks toward the high scarlet tower of greater Helium. Several others attempted to <strong>escape</strong>, but they were soon surrounded by thousands of tiny individual fliers, and above each hung a monster battleship of Helium ready to drop boarding parties upon their decks.</p>
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<p>Within but little more than an hour from the moment the victorious <strong>Zodangan</strong> squadron had risen to meet us from the camp of the besiegers the battle was over, and the remaining vessels of the conquered Zodangans were headed toward the cities of Helium under <strong>prize</strong> crews.</p>
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		<title>Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.</title>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, <strong>Ahab</strong> fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, <strong>Ahab</strong> exclaimed, &#8220;<em>Good! and now for the seizings.</em>&#8220;
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<blockquote><p>At one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the separate spread <strong>yarns</strong> were all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole was then driven hard up into the socket; from the lower end the rope was traced half-way along the pole&#8217;s length, and firmly secured so, with intertwistings of twine.</p></blockquote>
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<p>Penetrating further and further into the heart of the Japanese cruising ground, the <strong>Pequod</strong> was soon all astir in the fishery. Often, in mild, pleasant weather, for twelve, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on the stretch, they were engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or sailing, or paddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty or seventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; though with but small success for their pains.</p>
<p>At such times, under an <strong>abated</strong> sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving <strong>swells</strong>; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against the gunwale; these are the times of dreamy quietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean&#8217;s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember, that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. Thats all for now, gonna stop now. Have a good night</p>
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