Word: thoughts
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...shaft: "Say, Ned, do you see that effulgent bald-head two seats in front?" "Yes." "Well, do you know why that's like our college bell?" I gave it up. "Because it's got a good open clear(r)ing, and is probably not easily turned." We thought this a pretty good shot, and watched the effect. It certainly made an impression, but there wasn't that encouraging ripple of merriment that we desired. It was now my turn: "Can you tell me, Will, why that bald-head is a bad debtor?" "Why, because it produces no hair...
...warmer than I thought, although my companion did not seem distressed by this circumstance. The sunlight surged in wavy lines across the dusty road before me. Every object I saw took on an unnatural glare. My head was hot and heavy, my veins all afire; but I kept on. Even with him beside me, I kept on. He talked cheerily, and I answered in monosyllables at first, then at random, wildly; I saw him looking at me with an expression of curious concern; and I saw a spot of red, like blood, in his left cheek. That is the reason...
...solve all problems of the differential calculus; and, finally, I invented a mathematical motor. Without telling the secret of this (which of course I intend to keep to myself) I can tell that, impelled by this motor, one can sail through boundless realms of space with the speed of thought...
...smiled; and all arranged in such a way as to make a pleasing impression. I felt called upon to produce an effect. I straightened my drooping form, fastened my eye on the course before me, and circled with stately dignity before my fair spectator. "How imposing this must be!" thought I. "What sentiments of admiration she must feel!" At that moment I was just opposite them. "Oh, how he cleaves the air!" It was her soft voice. How sweet! But what did I hear? The sound of their united laughter? Did they mock me? My blood curdled. I'd show...
...existence in his solitary chamber. From 8 till 10 he was busily engaged in writing last letters. Shortly before 11 his brother Henry knocked at the door, when the doomed man told him in a firm voice to come in. The question was then put as to how he thought he should sleep, and his brother, on receiving a satisfactory answer, then took an affectionate farewell, first having seen that his brother was well supplied with cigars and brandy...