Word: around
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...limbs dangle listlessly abroad. What need of haste? It has plenty of time. It ventures out timidly toward the middle current. No one notices the livid face, floating like a mask upon the yellow Seine. Now it sinks and now it rises. Now the wavelets of the surface ripple around the protruded chin, and now the mud of the river bottom is washing about in the open mouth. Curious fishes touch their cold noses to it and then dart away. It rushes madly by the upper end of the Island of Paris, where the divided waters foam about the stone...
Thus I remained for some time. Then a change came over me. I began to grow less and less conscious of sights and sounds around me; I thought less and less of my strange situation, and cared less and less what would become of me. At last the lethargy mastered my senses completely. I had a sensation of falling through endless space, and then my consciousness passed away...
...could not move. Then I sought by an effort of the will to make my other self obey me. It only stood there, and leered at me. Then it left the window. Although I could not see it I was exquisitely conscious of what it was doing. It passed around by the side of the house, and gained an entrance. Then I heard it come creeping down the hall. It reached the room where the children and I were. I in the meantime, lay helpless. I struggled to move, but was impotent...
...said that the zest of life is gone when we know that all is fixed. Do we read a story with less interest because the last page was written long ago? Indeed, the man of clear vision, who can estimate the forces at work in him and around him, is encouraged and emboldened when he feels that he knows what he is to accomplish. To him an opportunity is more than an exhortation, it is a prophecy. Yes, it may be said, very good, so long as the future he can forsee is pleasant, and the action he can forecast...
...early morning he chirps out his cheerful clear-toned song to tell his fellow birds that he is up. He must be deaf; for surely he cannot hear the beloved yodel say-"not this eve," each time he passionately offers himself. He continues unceasingly to offer himself, and all around him, living sacrifices on the altar of his divinity, who will never smile upon him. Young man, be not deceived; trust her not, she's fooling thee." You cannot,-we are sorry to blast your high-blown ambition by the revelation,-cannot yodel. Requiescat in pace...