tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70235650343850362742024-02-18T17:54:28.976-08:00Bookish BloggerA free Blogger template for book loversAmanda Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15253950126983322536noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023565034385036274.post-71950966479969373922013-11-08T05:12:00.002-08:002013-11-11T02:41:23.491-08:00More quotes from books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The ancient caught his staff in a tighter grip and urged along the trail, his old eyes shining greedily.<br />
"I hope Har-Lip 's found a crab... or two," he mumbled. "They're good eating, crabs, mighty good eating when you've no more teeth and you've got grandsons that love their old grandsire and make a point of catching crabs for him. When I was a boy—"<br />
But Edwin, suddenly stopped by what he saw, was drawing the bowstring on a fitted arrow. He had paused on the brink of a crevasse in the embankment. An ancient culvert had here washed out, and the stream, no longer confined, had cut a passage through the fill. On the opposite side, the end of a rail projected and overhung. It showed rustily through the creeping vines which overran it. Beyond, crouching by a bush, a rabbit looked across at him in trembling hesitancy. Fully fifty feet was the distance, but the arrow flashed true; and the transfixed rabbit, crying out in sudden fright and hurt, struggled painfully away into the brush. The boy himself was a flash of brown skin and flying fur as he bounded down the steep wall of the gap and up the other side. His lean muscles were springs of steel that released into graceful and efficient action. A hundred feet beyond, in a tangle of bushes, he overtook the wounded creature, knocked its head on a convenient tree-trunk, and turned it over to Granser to carry.<br />
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"Rabbit is good, very good," the ancient quavered, "but when it comes to a toothsome delicacy I prefer crab. When I was a boy—"<br />
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- Jack London, <i>The Scarlet Plague</i>Amanda Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15253950126983322536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7023565034385036274.post-74309927334111952942013-11-08T05:11:00.002-08:002013-11-11T02:45:19.218-08:00Literary goodness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Are you going?" they asked, in surprise.<br />
"Certainly. If it wasn't for Dorothy I should never have had brains. She lifted me from the pole in the cornfield and brought me to the Emerald City. So my good luck is all due to her, and I shall never leave her until she starts back to Kansas for good and all."<br />
"Thank you," said Dorothy gratefully. "You are all very kind to me. But I should like to start as soon as possible."<br />
"We shall go tomorrow morning," returned the Scarecrow. "So now let us all get ready, for it will be a long journey."<br />
The next morning Dorothy kissed the pretty green girl good-bye, and they all shook hands with the soldier with the green whiskers, who had walked with them as far as the gate. When the Guardian of the Gate saw them again he wondered greatly that they could leave the beautiful City to get into new trouble. But he at once unlocked their spectacles, which he put back into the green box, and gave them many good wishes to carry with them.<br />
"You are now our ruler," he said to the Scarecrow; "so you must come back to us as soon as possible."<br />
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- L. Frank Baum, <i>The Wiard of Oz</i><br />
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"And can'st thou make it all smooth again, blacksmith, after such hard usage as it had?"<br />
"I think so, sir."<br />
"And I suppose thou can'st smoothe almost any seams and dents; never mind how hard the metal, blacksmith?"<br />
"Aye, sir, I think I can; all seams and dents but one."<br />
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- Herman Melville, <i>Moby Dick</i><br />
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You wouldn't. Ask anyway! But, like most politicians, he promised more
than he could deliver. I can explain. It's very valuable. I don't want
to be rescued. This opera's as lousy as it is brilliant!<br />
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Your lyrics
lack subtlety. You can't just have your characters announce how they
feel. That makes me feel angry! Oh, but you can. But you may have to
metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot
Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat.'Please would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, 'why your cat grins like that?'<br />
'It's a Cheshire cat,' said the Duchess, 'and that's why. Pig!'<br />
She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on again:—<br />
'I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats COULD grin.'<br />
'They all can,' said the Duchess; 'and most of 'em do.'<br />
'I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.<br />
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- Lewis Carrol, <i>Alice in Wonderland</i><br />
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