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Marimbo Chimes And The Wizard’s Monster Band: Music In Theatrical Magic Shows
Authors: Fillerup Jessie
Published: February 2022

Magic shows were one of many illusory spectacles popular in nineteenth-century Europe and North America, co-existing with melodrama, pantomime, and magic lantern displays. Yet there is little scholarship in any field documenting the function and significance of music in theatrical conjuring. This essay introduces a new field of research by surveying common practices in historical and modern magic shows. Historical evidence, drawn from broadsides, handbills, programmes, memoirs, reviews, and instructional guides to magic, supports three themes: (1) the relationship between conjuring, musical institutions, and related theatrical entertainments; (2) the phenomenon of magicians doubling as musical performers; and (3) the link between music, magic, and imperialist projects. Filmed performances of magic and empirical studies on illusion, cross-modal perception, and entrainment suggest a continuity of practice between nineteenth-century conjurers and modern magicians. A scene from the 2006 film The Illusionist links modern film-scoring techniques to musical conventions in nineteenth-century stage magic.
Clinical characteristics and outcome of invasive fungal sinusitis in children with hematological malignancies
Authors: Eissa Shaimaa , Khedr Reham , Romeih Marwa , Halaby Lama , Elanany Mervat , Madney Youssef
Published: February 2022

Invasive fungal sinusitis (IFS) is a rare disease that requires careful attention and prompts management due to its high mortality among pediatric patients with hematological malignancies. This is a retrospective analysis of pediatric patients with hematological malignancies treated at Children's Cancer Hospital Egypt 57 357 (CCHE) through the period from 2008 till 2016 with proven IFS. Thirty-four patients were diagnosed with IFS. Five (15%) patients had an invasive rhino-cerebral fungal disease. Mucorales were isolated in 50% (n = 17) patients, Aspergillus in 38% (n = 13) patients, and mixed fungal in 12% (n = 4) patients. Sinuses were the only localized site in (45%). Extra-nasal spread was reported in 20 patients; Sino-pulmonary in 35% (n = 12), sino-cerebral in 15% (n = 5), and sino-orbital in 5% (n = 2) patients. Combined antifungal therapy with surgical debridement was done in 59% of patients with a better outcome when compared to those who received only medical antifungal treatment (P = .01). The overall mortality rate at week 12 was 35% (n = 12), and IFS attributable mortality was 20% (n = 7). IFS with cerebral extension carried the highest mortality rate for both 12-week all-cause (P = .04) and fungal-attributable (P = .01) mortality. Pediatric patients with hematologic malignancies are susceptible to invasive fungal sinusitis (IFS). Surgical debridement, combined with antifungal therapy, improves outcomes among those patients. IFS patients with cerebral extension had a higher risk of mortality.

Lay Summary

We studied the characteristics of invasive fungal sinusitis in children with hematological malignancies. Mucormycosis was the most common cause. Surgical debridement, combined with anti-fungal therapy, improves outcomes. Patients with rhino-cerebral fungal disease had a higher risk of mortality.
Inducible directed evolution of complex phenotypes in bacteria
Authors: Al’Abri Ibrahim S , Haller Daniel J , Li Zidan , Crook Nathan
Published: February 2022

Directed evolution is a powerful method for engineering biology in the absence of detailed sequence-function relationships. To enable directed evolution of complex phenotypes encoded by multigene pathways, we require large library sizes for DNA sequences >5–10 kb in length, elimination of genomic hitchhiker mutations, and decoupling of diversification and screening steps. To meet these challenges, we developed Inducible Directed Evolution (IDE), which uses a temperate bacteriophage to package large plasmids and transfer them to naive cells after intracellular mutagenesis. To demonstrate IDE, we evolved a 5-gene pathway from Bacillus licheniformis that accelerates tagatose catabolism in Escherichia coli, resulting in clones with 65% shorter lag times during growth on tagatose after only two rounds of evolution. Next, we evolved a 15.4 kb, 10-gene pathway from Bifidobacterium breve UC2003 that aids E. coli’s utilization of melezitose. After three rounds of IDE, we isolated evolved pathways that both reduced lag time by more than 2-fold and enabled 150% higher final optical density. Taken together, this work enhances the capacity and utility of a whole pathway directed evolution approach in E. coli.
On Horsell Common
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

I found a little crowd of perhaps twenty people surrounding the huge hole in which the cylinder lay. I have already described the appearance of that colossal bulk, imbedded in the ground. The turf and gravel about it seemed charred as if by a sudden explosion. No doubt its impact had caused a flash of fire. Henderson and Ogilvy were not there. I think they perceived that nothing was to be done for the present, and had gone away to breakfast at Henderson’s house.
In London
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student, working for an imminent examination, and he heard nothing of the arrival until Saturday morning. The morning papers on Saturday contained, in addition to lengthy special articles on the planet Mars, on life in the planets, and so forth, a brief and vaguely-worded telegram, all the more striking for its brevity.
Wreckage
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

And now comes the strangest thing in my story. And yet, perhaps, it is not altogether strange. I remember, clearly and coldly and vividly, all that I did that day until the time that I stood weeping and praising God upon the summit of Primrose Hill. And then I forget. . . .
The Epilogue
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

I cannot but regret, now that I am concluding my story, how little I am able to contribute to the discussion of the many debatable questions which are still unsettled. In one respect I shall certainly provoke criticism. My particular province is speculative philosophy. My knowledge of comparative physiology is confined to a book or two, but it seems to me that Carver’s suggestions as to the reason of the rapid death of the Martians is so probable as to be regarded almost as a proven conclusion. I have assumed that in the body of my narrative.
The War of the Worlds
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

Author of ‘The Time Machine,’ ‘The Island of Doctor Moreau,’ ‘The Invisible Man,’ etc.

‘But who shall dwell in these Worlds if they be inhabited? . . . Are we or they Lords of the World? . . . And how are all things made...
Dedication
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

To

My Brother

Frank Wells,

This Rendering of his idea.
The Crying of the Puma
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

Montgomery interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about one, and his grotesque attendant followed him with a tray bearing bread, some herbs, and other eatables, a flask of whisky, a jug of water, and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer, restless eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but that Moreau was too pre-occupied with some work to come.
In Transit
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

The eighth chapter is exceedingly brief, and relates that Gibbins, the amateur naturalist of the district, while lying out on the spacious open downs without a soul within a couple of miles of him as he thought, and almost dozing, heard close to him the sound as of a man coughing, sneezing, and then swearing savagely to himself, and looking, beheld nothing. Yet the voice was indisputable. It continued to swear with that breadth and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man. It grew to a climax, diminished again and died away in the distance, going, as it seemed to him, in the direction of Adderdean. It lifted to a spasmodic sneeze, and ended. Gibbins had heard nothing of the morning’s occurrences, but the phenomenon was so striking and disturbing, that his philosophical tranquillity vanished; he got up hastily and hurried down the steepness of the hill, towards the village, as fast as he could go.
Mr Marvel’s Visit to Iping
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

After the first gusty panic had spent itself Iping became argumentative. Scepticism suddenly reared its head — rather nervous scepticism, not at all assured of its back, but scepticism nevertheless. It is so much easier not to believe in an Invisible Man, and those who had actually seen him dissolve into air or felt the strength of his arm could be counted on the fingers of two hands. And of these witnesses Mr Wadgers was presently missing, having retired impregnably behind the bolts and bars of his own house, and Jaffers was lying stunned in the parlour of the ‘Coach and Horses.’ Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations. Iping was gay with bunting, and everybody was in gala dress. Whit Monday had been looked forward to for a month or more. By the afternoon even those who believed in the Unseen were beginning to resume their little amusements in a tentative fashion, on the supposition that he had quite gone away, and with the sceptics he was already a jest. But people — sceptics and believers alike — were remarkably sociable all that day.
The Plan that Failed
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

‘But now,’ said Kemp, with a side-glance out of the window, ‘what are we to do?’
The Wicksteed Murder
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

The Invisible Man seems to have rushed out of Kemp’s house in a state of blind fury. A little child playing near Kemp’s gateway was violently caught up and thrown aside, so that its ankle was broken, and thereafter for some hours he passed out of human perceptions. No one knows where he went nor what he did. But one can imagine him hurrying through the hot June forenoon, up the hill and on to the open downland behind Port Burdock, raging and despairing at his intolerable fate, and sheltering at last, heated and weary, amid the thickets of Hintondean, to piece together again his shattered schemes against his species. That seems the most probable refuge for him, for there it was he reasserted himself in a grimly tragical manner about two in the afternoon.
Sunrise on the Moon
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

As we saw it first it was the wildest and most desolate of scenes. We were in an enormous amphitheatre, a vast circular plain, the floor of the giant crater. Its cliff-like walls closed us in on every side. From the westward the light of the unseen sun fell upon them, reaching to the very foot of the cliff, and showed a disordered escarpment of drab and greyish rock, lined here and there with banks and crevices of snow. This was perhaps a dozen miles away, but at first no intervening atmosphere diminished in the slightest the minutely detailed brilliancy with which these things glared at us. They stood out clear and dazzling against a background of starry blackness that seemed to our earthly eyes rather a gloriously spangled velvet curtain than the spaciousness of the sky.
The Giddy Bridge
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

Just for a moment that hostile pause endured. I suppose that both we and the Selenites did some very rapid thinking. My clearest impression was that there was nothing to put my back against, and that we were bound to be surrounded and killed. The overwhelming folly of our presence there loomed over me in black, enormous reproach. Why had I ever launched myself on this mad, inhuman expedition?
Points of View
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

The light grew stronger as we advanced. In a little time it was nearly as strong as the phosphorescence on Cavor’s legs. Our tunnel was expanding into a cavern, and this new light was at the farther end of it. I perceived something that set my hopes leaping and bounding.
The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

I do not know how far we clambered before we came to the grating. It may be we ascended only a few hundred feet, but at the time it seemed to me we might have hauled and jammed and hopped and wedged ourselves through a mile or more of vertical ascent. Whenever I recall that time, there comes into my head the heavy clank of our golden chains that followed every movement. Very soon my knuckles and knees were raw, and I had a bruise on one cheek. After a time the first violence of our efforts diminished, and our movements became more deliberate and less painful. The noise of the pursuing Selenites had died away altogether. It seemed almost as though they had not traced us up the crack after all, in spite of the tell-tale heap of broken fungi that must have lain beneath it. At times the cleft narrowed so much that we could scarce squeeze up it; at others it expanded into great drusy* cavities, studded with prickly crystals, or thickly beset with dull, shining fungoid pimples. Sometimes it twisted spirally, and at other times slanted down nearly to the horizontal direction. Ever and again there was the intermittent drip and trickle of water by us. Once or twice it seemed to us that small living things had rustled out of our reach, but what they were we never saw. They may have been venomous beasts for all I know, but they did us no harm, and we were now tuned to a pitch when a weird creeping thing more or less mattered little. And at last, far above, came the familiar bluish light again, and then we saw that it filtered through a grating that barred our way.
Mr bedford in infinite space
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

It was almost as though I had been killed. Indeed, I could imagine a man suddenly and violently killed would feel very much as I did. One moment, a passion of agonising existence and fear; the next, darkness and stillness, neither light nor life nor sun, moon nor stars, the blank infinite. Although the thing was done by my own act, although I had already tasted this very effect in Cavor’s company, I felt astonished, dumbfounded, and overwhelmed. I seemed to be borne upward into an enormous darkness. My fingers floated off the studs, I hung as if I were annihilated, and at last very softly and gently I came against the bale and the golden chain, and the crowbars that had drifted to the middle of the sphere.
The Astonishing Communication of Mr Julius Wendigee
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

When I had finished my account of my return to the earth at Littlestone I wrote, ‘The End,’ made a flourish, and threw my pen aside, fully believing that the whole story of the First Men in the Moon was done. Not only had I done this, but I had placed my manuscript in the hands of a literary agent, had permitted it to be sold, had seen the greater portion of it appear in the Strand Magazine, and was setting to work again upon the scenario of the play I had commenced at Lympne before I realised that the end was not yet. And then, following me from Amalfi to Algiers, there reached me (it is now about six months ago) one of the most astounding communications I have ever been fated to receive. Briefly, it informed me that Mr Julius Wendigee, a Dutch electrician, who has been experimenting with certain apparatus akin to the apparatus used by Mr Tesla in America,* in the hope of discovering some method of communication with Mars, was receiving day by day a curiously fragmentary message in English, which was indisputably emanating from Mr Cavor in the moon.
An Abstract of the Six Messages First Received From Mr Cavor
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

The two earlier messages of Mr Cavor may very well be reserved for that larger volume. They simply tell, with greater brevity and with a difference in several details that is interesting, but not of any vital importance, the bare facts of the making of the sphere and our departure from the world. Throughout, Cavor speaks of me as a man who is dead, but with a curious change of temper as he approaches our landing on the moon. ‘Poor Bedford,’ he says of me, and ‘this poor young man’; and he blames himself for inducing a young man, ‘by no means well equipped for such adventures,’ to leave a planet ‘on which he was indisputably fitted to succeed’ on so precarious a mission. I think he underrates the part my energy and practical capacity played in bringing about the realisation of his theoretical sphere. ‘We arrived,’ he says, with no more account of our passage through space than if we had made a journey of common occurrence in a railway train.
Time Travelling
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

‘I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine, and showed you the actual thing itself, incomplete in the workshop. There it is now, a little travel-worn, truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked, and a brass rail bent; but the rest of it’s sound enough. I expected to finish it on Friday; but on Friday, when the putting together was nearly done, I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short, and this I had to get re-made; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. It was at ten o’clock to-day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. I gave it a last tap, tried all the screws again, put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod, and sat myself in the saddle. I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other, pressed the first, and almost immediately the second. I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and, looking round, I saw the laboratory exactly as before. Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. Then I noted the clock. A moment before, as it seemed, it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half-past three!
The Time Traveller’s Return
Authors: Wells H. G.
Published: February 2022

‘So I came back. For a long time I must have been insensible upon the machine. The blinking succession of the days and nights was resumed, the sun got golden again, the sky blue. I breathed with greater freedom. The fluctuating contours of the land ebbed and flowed. The hands spun backward upon the dials. At last I saw again the dim shadows of houses, the evidences of decadent humanity. These, too, changed and passed, and others came. Presently, when the million dial was at zero, I slackened speed. I began to recognize our own petty and familiar architecture, the thousands hand ran back to the starting-point, the night and day flapped slower and slower. Then the old walls of the laboratory came round me. Very gently now, I slowed the mechanism down.
A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland.
Authors: Johnson Samuel , Boswell James
Published: February 2022

I had desired to visit the Hebrides, or Western Islands of Scotland, so long, that I scarcely remember how the wish was originally excited;* and was in the Autumn of the year 1773 induced to undertake the journey, by finding in Mr. Boswell a companion, whose acuteness would help my inquiry, and whose gaiety of conversation and civility of manners are sufficient to counteract the inconveniencies of travel, in countries less hospitable than we have passed.*
Chapter II
Authors: Zola Émile
Published: February 2022

Three weeks later, at about half past eleven on a bright sunny morning, Gervaise and Coupeau the roofer were having a brandied plum together in Père Colombe’s bar, the Assommoir.* Coupeau had been smoking a cigarette outside on the pavement when Gervaise crossed the street after delivering some laundry, and insisted that she join him. Her big square laundry basket lay beside her on the floor, behind the little zinc table.
Chapter V
Authors: Zola Émile
Published: February 2022

As it happened, the Boches had moved out of the Rue des Poissonniers at the end of the April quarter and taken over the concierge’s lodge in the big tenement building in the Rue de la Goutte-d’Or. Funny how things turn out! One of Gervaise’s worries, after living so peacefully without a concierge in her little place in the Rue Neuve, was that she’d be back in the power of some nasty creature who’d make a fuss about a drop of water she might spill or a door she might close too loudly in the evening. Concierges are such a vile breed! But with the Boches it should be pleasant enough. They knew one another and always got on. They’d be like family.
Chapter IX
Authors: Zola Émile
Published: February 2022

That winter, Maman Coupeau was nearly carried off by a choking fit. Every year, in December, her asthma was sure to keep her flat on her back for two or three weeks. She was getting on, seventy-three come St Anthony’s Day.* What’s more, she was in a pretty decrepit state, the slightest thing would set her wheezing, even though she was big and plump. The doctor said that one day she’d have one of her attacks and pop off just like that.
Chapter XIII
Authors: Zola Émile
Published: February 2022

That night Coupeau went off on a bender. The next day Gervaise got ten francs from her son Étienne, who was now a fireman on the railway; knowing they didn’t have much money at home, the boy sent her a few francs from time to time. She made a stew, but ate it by herself because Coupeau, the bastard, didn’t come back at all that day. Monday came and no Coupeau; Tuesday, still no sign of him. The whole week went by. Well, damn it! If he’d gone off with some woman, that’d be a stroke of luck! But, on the Sunday, Gervaise received a printed note, which gave her a scare at first, because it looked like something from the police. But she was relieved to see it was just to inform her that the swine was at Saint-Anne’s, dying. The bit of paper put it more politely, but that was what it amounted to. Yes, he’d gone off with a woman, and her name was Susie Snuffit, the last girlfriend of all drunkards.
Letter 3
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Mrs Vernon to Lady De Courcy.

churchill
Letter 5
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

churchill

I received your note my dear Alicia, just before I left Town, & rejoice to be assured that Mr Johnson suspected nothing of your engagement the evening before; it is undoubtedly better to deceive him entirely; — since he will...
Letter 14
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Mr De Courcy to Sir Reginald.

churchill

My dear Sir

I have this moment received your Letter, which has given me more astonishment than I ever felt before. I am to thank my Sister I suppose, for having represented me in such a light as...
Letter 15
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Mrs Vernon to Lady De Courcy.

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Letter 16
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

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Never my dearest Alicia, was I so provoked in my life as by a Letter this morning from Miss Summers. That horrid girl of mine has been trying to run away. — I had not a notion of her being such...
Letter 20
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Mrs Vernon to Lady De Courcy.

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Letter 22
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

churchill

This is insufferable! — My dearest friend, I was never so enraged before, & must releive myself by writing to you, who I know will enter into all my feelings. — Who should come on Tuesday but Sir James Martin? — Guess my astonishment &...
Letter 25
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

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I call on you dear Alicia, for congratulations. I am again myself; —  gay & triumphant. —  When I wrote to you the other day, I was in truth in high irritation, & with ample cause. — Nay, I know not whether I...
Letter 31
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

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Letter 33
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mrs Johnson.

upper seymour st.

This Eclaircissement* is rather provoking. — How unlucky that you should have been from home! — I thought myself sure of you at 7. — I am undismayed however. Do not torment yourself with fears on my account. — Depend upon it, I...
Letter 35
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mr De Courcy.

upper seymour st.

I will not attempt to describe my astonishment on reading the note, this moment received from you. — I am bewilder’d in my endeavours to form some rational conjecture of what Mrs Manwaring can have told you, to...
Letter 37
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Lady Susan to Mr De Courcy.

upper seymour st.
Chapter 2
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

The acquaintance, thus oddly begun, was neither short nor unimportant. For a whole fortnight the Travellors were fixed at Willingden; Mr P.’s sprain proving too serious for him to move sooner. — He had fallen into very good hands. The Heywoods were a thoroughly respectable family, &...
Chapter 3
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Every Neighbourhood should have a great Lady. — The great Lady of Sanditon, was Lady Denham;* & in their Journey from Willingden to the Coast, Mr Parker gave Charlotte a more detailed account of her, than had been called for before. — She had been...
Chapter 11
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

It would not do. — Not all that the whole Parker race could say among themselves, could produce a happier catastrophé* than that the Family from Surry & the Family from Camberwell were one & the same. — The rich Westindians, & the young Ladies Seminary had...
Plan of a Novel, according to hints from various quarters
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

Scene to be in the Country, Heroine the Daughter of a 1Clergyman, one who after having lived much in the World had retired from it, & settled on a Curacy, with a very small fortune of his own. — He, the most excellent Man that...
The Verses of Jane Austen
Authors: Austen Jane
Published: February 2022

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Chapter II
Authors: de Sade Marquis
Published: February 2022

Some of the local nobility, along with the most prominent burghers of the town of Gange, were gathered at the castle to pay tribute to the young couple.
The lady who had won the approval of the whole court had little difficulty in earning the approbation of the province. Everyone admired her beauty, her sweetness, the consummate ease with which she expressed herself, and above all the precious and rare elegance with which she addressed one and all on matters that might interest them or flatter their pride.
The true spirit of sociability is to allow others to shine; and as one can only do so by sacrificing oneself, there are few people in the world who feel capable of making such an effort.
Chapter III
Authors: de Sade Marquis
Published: February 2022

During his stay at the castle, the Comte de Villefranche, a charming young officer in every respect, had allied himself with Théodore, whose wit he enjoyed and whose deportment seemed to him better suited to the profession of arms than that of the Church. For his part, Théodore, who had been hatching plans for the Comte for some time, took every opportunity to ingratiate himself with the young man.
‘My dear Comte,’ the Abbé said to him one day on one of their solitary walks, ‘you seem rather idle in this house; I thought you had your eye on Ambroisine — she is certainly alluring enough to deserve some of your attention; and if you do not want her as a wife, you must say she would make a very pretty mistress at least.’
Chapter V
Authors: de Sade Marquis
Published: February 2022

It is difficult to describe the Marquis’s surprise when, upon his return to Gange, he found neither Villefranche nor his wife. The Abbé, though better informed, feigned the same astonishment as his brother, and all and sundry seemed dismayed.
‘We have been tricked,’ the Marquis said to Théodore. ‘The two of them are on the run, and it was to throw us off the scent that they had people say the coach they hired in Beaucaire was taking them to Gange. Oh, the cruel situation in which this poor woman and I now find ourselves! She thinks me guilty, and I am convinced she is too. However, I want to find out more — love and pride demand that much.’
Chapter XI
Authors: de Sade Marquis
Published: February 2022

An hour after the Marquise’s escape from Cadenet, the Chevalier de Gange and the Duc de Caderousse arrived there with the most criminal intentions. One can imagine their astonishment when they learnt of Victor’s betrayal. His wife was shown the door the moment Euphrasie’s clothes were discovered in her quarters, and strict orders were relayed to every corner of Caderousse’s estate.
‘Well, this is the greatest calamity two honourable gentlemen could suffer,’ said the Chevalier, ‘for you will acknowledge we could not possibly have been in greater agreement. I relinquished all my rights prior to the defeat of our enemy. From that moment, nothing has come between us.’
Chapter XII
Authors: de Sade Marquis
Published: February 2022

The devout Marquise de Gange, for whom all religious duties had become genuine pleasures, was at the Saint-Agricole parish one day, fulfilling one of those sacred acts by which men and women, with the guidance of the clergy, see before their very eyes the divine mystery of the eternal alliance that, for man’s salvation, the son of the Almighty himself willingly contracted with his Holy Father. An ineffable sacrifice no doubt, as that celestial Being condescends to appear before those he saved in a crude form which, far from diminishing the merit of such a solemn humiliation, renders it all the more noble and sublime for the pure soul who appreciates it.
The prince and princess leave the valley, and see many wonders
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

The prince and princess had jewels sufficient to make them rich whenever they came into a place of commerce, which, by Imlac’s direction, they hid in their cloaths, and, on the night of the next full moon, all left the valley. The princess was followed only by a single favourite,* who did not know whither she was going.
The prince finds a wise and happy man
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

As he was one day walking in the street, he saw a spacious building which all were, by the open doors, invited to enter: he followed the stream of people, and found it a hall or school of declamation, in which professors read lectures to their auditory. He fixed his eye upon a sage raised above the rest, who discoursed with great energy on the government of the passions.* His look was venerable, his action graceful, his pronunciation clear, and his diction elegant. He shewed, with great strength of sentiment, and variety of illustration, that human nature is degraded and debased, when the lower faculties predominate over the higher; that when fancy, the parent of passion, usurps the dominion of the mind, nothing ensues but the natural effect of unlawful government, perturbation and confusion; that she betrays the fortresses of the intellect to rebels, and excites her children to sedition against reason their lawful sovereign. He compared reason to the sun, of which the light is constant, uniform, and lasting; and fancy to a meteor, of bright but transitory lustre, irregular in its motion, and delusive in its direction.
A glimpse of pastoral life
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

He was still eager upon the same enquiry; and, having heard of a hermit, that lived near the lowest cataract of the Nile,* and filled the whole country with the fame of his sanctity, resolved to visit his retreat, and enquire whether that felicity, which publick life could not afford, was to be found in solitude; and whether a man, whose age and virtue made him venerable, could teach any peculiar art of shunning evils, or enduring them.
The princess persues her enquiry with more diligence than success
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

The princess, in the mean time, insinuated herself into many families; for there are few doors, through which liberality, joined with good humour, cannot find its way. The daughters of many houses were airy and chearful, but Nekayah had been too long accustomed to the conversation of Imlac and her brother to be much pleased with childish levity and prattle which had no meaning. She found their thoughts narrow, their wishes low, and their merriment often artificial. Their pleasures, poor as they were, could not be preserved pure, but were embittered by petty competitions and worthless emulation. They were always jealous of the beauty of each other; of a quality to which solicitude can add nothing, and from which detraction can take nothing away. Many were in love with triflers like themselves, and many fancied that they were in love when in truth they were only idle. Their affection was seldom fixed on sense or virtue, and therefore seldom ended but in vexation. Their grief, however, like their joy, was transient; every thing floated in their mind unconnected with the past or future, so that one desire easily gave way to another, as a second stone cast into the water effaces and confounds the circles of the first.
Rasselas and Nekayah continue their conversation
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

‘Dear princess, said Rasselas, you fall into the common errours of exaggeratory declamation, by producing, in a familiar disquisition, examples of national calamities, and scenes of extensive misery, which are found in books rather than in the world, and which, as they are horrid, are ordained to be rare. Let us not imagine evils which we do not feel, nor injure life by misrepresentations. I cannot bear that querulous eloquence which threatens every city with a siege like that of Jerusalem,* that makes famine attend on every flight of locusts, and suspends pestilence on the wing of every blast that issues from the south.
Imlac enters, and changes the conversation
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

Here Imlac entered, and interrupted them. ‘Imlac, said Rasselas, I have been taking from the princess the dismal history of private life, and am almost discouraged from further search.’
The princess languishes for want of Pekuah
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

Nekayah, being thus reconciled to herself, found that no evil is insupportable but that which is accompanied with consciousness of wrong. She was, from that time, delivered from the violence of tempestuous sorrow, and sunk into silent pensiveness and gloomy tranquillity. She sat from morning to evening recollecting all that had been done or said by her Pekuah, treasured up with care every trifle on which Pekuah had set an accidental value, and which might recal to mind any little incident or careless conversation. The sentiments of her, whom she now expected to see no more, were treasured in her memory as rules of life, and she deliberated to no other end than to conjecture on any occasion what would have been the opinion and counsel of Pekuah.
Pekuah is still remembered. The progress of sorrow
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

Nekayah, seeing that nothing was omitted for the recovery of her favourite, and having, by her promise, set her intention of retirement at a distance, began imperceptibly to return to common cares and common pleasures. She rejoiced without her own consent at the suspension of her sorrows,* and sometimes caught herself with indignation in the act of turning away her mind from the remembrance of her, whom yet she resolved never to forget.
The adventures of Pekuah continued
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

‘We wandered about in this manner for some weeks, whether, as our chief pretended, for my gratification, or, as I rather suspected, for some convenience of his own. I endeavoured to appear contented where sullenness and resentment would have been of no use, and that endeavour conduced much to the calmness of my mind; but my heart was always with Nekayah, and the troubles of the night much overbalanced the amusements of the day. My women, who threw all their cares upon their mistress, set their minds at ease from the time when they saw me treated with respect, and gave themselves up to the incidental alleviations of our fatigue without solicitude or sorrow. I was pleased with their pleasure, and animated with their confidence. My condition had lost much of its terrour, since I found that the Arab ranged the country merely to get riches. Avarice is an uniform and tractable vice: other intellectual distempers are different in different constitutions of mind; that which sooths the pride of one will offend the pride of another; but to the favour of the covetous there is a ready way, bring money and nothing is denied.
The opinion of the astronomer is explained and justified
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

‘I suppose he discovered in me, through the obscurity of the room, some tokens of amazement and doubt, for, after a short pause, he proceeded thus:
The princess and Pekuah visit the astronomer
Authors: Johnson Samuel
Published: February 2022

The princess and Pekuah having talked in private of Imlac’s astronomer, thought his character at once so amiable and so strange, that they could not be satisfied without a nearer knowledge, and Imlac was requested to find the means of bringing them together.
A proof that even the humblest fortune may grant happiness, which depends not on circumstance, but constitution
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

The place of our retreat was in a little neighbourhood, consisting of farmers, who tilled their own grounds, and were equal strangers to opulence and poverty. As they had almost all the conveniencies of life within themselves, they seldom visited towns or cities in search of superfluity. Remote from the polite,* they still retained the primaeval simplicity of manners, and frugal by habit, they scarce knew that temperance was a virtue. They wrought with chearfulness on days of labour; but observed festivals as intervals of idleness and pleasure. They kept up the Christmas carol, sent true love-knots on Valentine morning, eat pancakes on Shrove-tide, shewed their wit on the first of April, and religiously cracked nuts on Michaelmas eve.* Being apprized of our approach, the whole neighbourhood came out to meet their minister, drest in their finest cloaths, and preceded by a pipe and tabor: A feast also was provided for our reception, at which we sat chearfully down; and what the conversation wanted in wit, was made up in laughter.
The happiness of a country fire-side
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

As we carried on the former dispute with some degree of warmth, in order to accommodate matters, it was universally agreed, that we should have a part of the venison for supper, and the girls undertook the task with alacrity. ‘I am sorry,’ cried I, ‘that we have no neighbour or stranger to take a part in this good cheer: feasts of this kind acquire a double relish from hospitality’—‘Bless me,’ cried my wife, ‘here comes our good friend Mr. Burchell, that saved our Sophia, and that run you down fairly in the argument.’—‘Confute me in argument, child!’ cried I. ‘You mistake there, my dear. I believe there are but few that can do that: I never dispute your abilities at making a goose-pye, and I beg you’ll leave argument to me.’—As I spoke, poor Mr. Burchell entered the house, and was welcomed by the family, who shook him heartily by the hand, while little Dick officiously reached him a chair.
A town wit described. The dullest fellows may learn to be comical for a night or two
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

When the morning arrived on which we were to entertain our young landlord, it may be easily supposed what provisions were exhausted to make an appearance. It may also be conjectured that my wife and daughters expanded their gayest plumage upon this occasion. Mr. Thornhill came with a couple of friends, his chaplain and feeder.* The servants, who were numerous, he politely ordered to the next ale-house: but my wife, in the triumph of her heart, insisted on entertaining them all; for which, by the bye, our family was pinched for three weeks after. As Mr. Burchell had hinted to us the day before, that he was making some proposals of marriage to Miss Wilmot, my son George’s former mistress, this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception: but accident, in some measure, relieved our embarrasment; for one of the company happening to mention her name, Mr. Thornhill observed with an oath, that he never knew any thing more absurd than calling such a fright a beauty: ‘For strike me ugly,’ continued he, ‘if I should not find as much pleasure in choosing my mistress by the information of a lamp under the clock at St. Dunstan’s.* At this he laughed, and so did we:—the jests of the rich are ever successful. Olivia too could not avoid whispering, loud enough to be heard, that he had an infinite fund of humour.
An amour, which promises little good fortune, yet may be productive of much
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

The next morning we were again visited by Mr. Burchell, though I began, for certain reasons, to be displeased with the frequency of his return; but I could not refuse him my company and fireside. It is true his labour more than requited his entertainment; for he wrought among us with vigour, and either in the meadow or at the hay-rick put himself foremost. Besides, he had always something amusing to say that lessened our toil, and was at once so out of the way, and yet so sensible, that I loved, laughed at, and pitied him. My only dislike arose from an attachment he discovered to my daughter: he would, in a jesting manner, call her his little mistress, and when he bought each of the girls a set of ribbands, hers was the finest. I knew not how, but he every day seemed to become more amiable, his wit to improve, and his simplicity to assume the superior airs of wisdom.
The family endeavours to cope with their betters. The miseries of the poor when they attempt to appear above their circumstances
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

I now began to find that all my long and painful lectures upon temperance, simplicity, and contentment, were entirely disregarded. The distinctions lately paid us by our betters awaked that pride which I had laid asleep, but not removed. Our windows again, as formerly, were filled with washes for the neck and face. The sun was dreaded as an enemy to the skin without doors, and the fire as a spoiler of the complexion within. My wife observed, that rising too early would hurt her daughters eyes, that working after dinner would redden their noses, and she convinced me that the hands never looked so white as when they did nothing. Instead therefore of finishing George’s shirts, we now had them new modelling their old gauzes, or flourishing upon catgut.* The poor Miss Flamboroughs, their former gay companions, were cast off as mean acquaintance, and the whole conversation ran upon high life and high lived company, with pictures, taste, Shakespear, and the musical glasses.
All Mr. BurchelTs villainy at once detected. The folly of being over-wise
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

That evening and a part of the following day was employed in fruitless attempts to discover our enemies: scarce a family in the neighbourhood but incurred our suspicions, and each of us had reasons for our opinion best known to ourselves. As we were in this perplexity, one of our little boys, who had been playing abroad, brought in a letter-case,* which he found on the green. It was quickly known to belong to Mr. Burchell, with whom it had been seen, and, upon examination, contained some hints upon different subjects; but what particularly engaged our attention was a sealed note, superscribed, the copy of a letter to be sent to the two ladies at Thornhill-castle. It instantly occurred that he was the base informer, and we deliberated whether the note should not be broke open. I was against it; but Sophia, who said she was sure that of all men he would be the last to be guilty of so much baseness, insisted upon its being read. In this she was seconded by the rest of the family, and, at their joint solicitation, I read as follows:
The description of a person discontented with the present government, and apprehensive of the loss of our liberties
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

The house where we were to be entertained, lying at a small distance from the village, our inviter observed, that as the coach was not ready, he would conduct us on foot, and we soon arrived at one of the most magnificent mansions I had seen in that part of the country. The apartment into which we were shewn was perfectly elegant and modern; he went to give orders for supper, while the player, with a wink, observed that we were perfectly in luck. Our entertainer soon returned, an elegant supper was brought in, two or three ladies, in an easy deshabille, were introduced, and the conversation began with some sprightliness. Politics, however, was the subject on which our entertainer chiefly expatiated; for he asserted that liberty was at once his boast and his terror. After the cloth was removed, he asked me if I had seen the last Monitor, to which replying in the negative, ‘What, nor the Auditor,* I suppose?’ cried he. ‘Neither, Sir,’ returned I. ‘That’s strange, very strange,’ replied my entertainer. ‘Now, I read all the politics that come out. The Daily, the Public, the Ledger, the Chronicle, the London Evening, the Whitehall Evening,* the seventeen magazines, and the two reviews,* and though they hate each other, I love them all. Liberty, Sir, liberty is the Briton’s boast, and by all my coal mines in Cornwall,* I reverence its guardians.’ ‘Then it is to be hoped,’ cried I, ‘you reverence the king.’ ‘Yes,’ returned my entertainer, ‘when he does what we would have him; but if he goes on as he has done of late, I’ll never trouble myself more with his matters. I say nothing. I think only. I could have directed some things better. I don’t think there has been a sufficient number of advisers: he should advise with every person willing to give him advice, and then we should have things done in anotherguess manner.’*
The history of a philosophic vagabond, pursuing novelty, but losing content
Authors: Goldsmith Oliver
Published: February 2022

After we had supped, Mrs. Arnold politely offered to send a couple of her footmen for my son’s baggage, which he at first seemed to decline; but upon her pressing the request, he was obliged to inform her, that a stick and a wallet were all the moveable things upon this earth that he could boast of. ‘Why, aye my son,’ cried I, ‘you left me but poor, and poor I find you are come back; and yet I make no doubt you have seen a great deal of the world.’—‘Yes, Sir,’ replied my son, ‘but travelling after fortune, is not the way to secure her; and, indeed, of late, I have desisted from the pursuit.’—‘I fancy, Sir,’ cried Mrs. Arnold, ‘that the account of your adventures would be amusing: the first part of them I have often heard from my niece; but could the company prevail for the rest, it would be an additional obligation.’— ‘Madam,’ replied my son, ‘I promise you the pleasure you have in hearing, will not be half so great as my vanity in repeating them; and yet in the whole narrative I can scarce promise you one adventure, as my account is rather of what I saw than what I did. The first misfortune of my life, which you all know, was great; but tho’ it distrest, it could not sink me. No person ever had a better knack at hoping than I. The less kind I found fortune at one time, the more I expected from her another, and being now at the bottom of her wheel, every new revolution might lift, but could not depress me. I proceeded, therefore, towards London in a fine morning, no way uneasy about to-morrow, but chearful as the birds that caroll’d by the road, and comforted myself with reflecting, that London was the mart where abilities of every kind were sure of meeting distinction and reward.