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Er ist sehr spät, er hat keinen Augenblick zu verlieren, wenn er den
Zug erreichen will. Er will es und er will es nicht. Aber die Zeit
drängt, sie geißelt in vorwärts; er eilt, sich den Billett zu
verschaffen un sieht im Tumult der Halle nach dem hier stationierten
Beamten der Hotelgesellschaft um. Der Mensch zeigt sich und meldet,
der Koffer sei aufgegeben. Schon aufgegeben? Ja, bestens � nach
Como. Nach Como? Und aus hastigem Hin und Her, aus zornigen Fragen und
betretenen Antworten kommt zutage, daß der Koffer, schon im
Gepäckbeförderungsamt des Hotels Excelsior, zusammen mit anderer,
fremder Bagage, in völlig falsche Richtung geleitet wurde.
He is very late: there is not a moment to be lost if he is to catch
the train. He wants to catch it, and yet he does not. But time
presses, and bullies him on: he hurries to buy his ticket, and looks
around him in the chaos of the station hall for the hotel employee
waiting there. The man appears and says that his case has already been
sent off. Sent off already? Yes, certainly: to Como. Como? And after
confused discussion, angry questions and apologetic answers, it turns
out that the case has been mixed up, back at the Hotel Excelsior, with
the luggage of others and has been sent off in completely the wrong
direction.
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It is Sunday afternoon, preferably before the war. The wife is already
asleep in the armchair, and the children have been sent out for a nice
long walk. You put your feet up on the sofa, settle your spectacles on
your nose, and open the News of the World.
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Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer
The supper and knives of a mood.
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In addition to his other vocations, he was the singing master of the
neighbourhood, and picked up many bright shillings by instructing the
young folks in psalmody. It was a matter of no little vanity to him on
Sundays, to take his station in front of the church gallery, with a
band of chosen singers; where, in his own mind, he completely carried
away the palm from the parson. Certain it is, his voice resounded far
above all the rest of the congregation, and there are peculiar quavers
still to be heard in that church, and which may even be heard half a
mile off, quite to the opposite side of the mill pond, of a still
Sunday morning, which are said to be legitimately descended from the
nose of X.
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The Sea
Which paves the desert streets of Venice laughs
In light and music; widowed Genoa wan
By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,
Murmuring "Where's Doria?" fair Milan,
Within whose veins long ran
The viper's palsying venom, lifts her heel
To bruise his head.
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Je viens d�en recevoir une ce matin sur laquelle le comte
Zurla-Contarini a eu la satisfaction d�écrire de sa proper main le
numéro 20715.
I got one this morning, on which the Count of Zurla-Contarini had with
great pleasure personally written the number 20715.
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�She was crawling already when I got here. One week, less, and the
baby who was sitting up and turning over when I put her on the wagon
was crawling already. Devil of a time keeping her off the
stairs. Nowadays babies get up and walk soon�s you drop em, but
twenty years ago when I was a girl, babies stayed babies
longer. Howard didn�t pick up his own head till he was nine
months.�
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E cosi avendo la figliuola allogata, e sappiendo bene a cui, diliberò
di più non dimorar quivi; e limosinando traversò l�isola e con
Perotto pervenne in Gales non senza gran fatica, sì come colui che
d�andare a piè non era uso.
And thus, having accommodated his daughter, and well knowing who was
responsible for her, he decided not to remain there any longer. So
he crossed the island with Perotto, begging, and got to Wales: not without
considerable difficulty, being unused to travelling on foot.
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Lou fùsioù de mestre Gervaï
Toujou lou cargou, toujou lou cargou.
Lou fùsioù de mestre Gervaï
Toujou lou cargou, part jamaï.
Master Gervais's rifle,
Always loading, always loading.
Master Gervais's rifle,
Always loading, never fired.
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This Deity might look like a myopic scrivener, but It could certainly
mobilize the traditional apparatus of divine rage. Clouds massed
outside the window; wind and thunder shook the room. Trees fell in the
Fields.
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Secluded from domestic strife
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive.
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.
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