Sandbox (The Music Of Mark Sandman)

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justice and God,

Aye, surebut wunna ye come in, Adam? Miss Mary,

Have you heard the news? Huru-Huru asked, as Levy, a fat man with massive asymmetrical features, stepped out upon the beach. Mapuhi has found a pearl. There was never a pearl like it in Hikueru, in all the Paumotus, in all the world. Mapuhi is a fool. He has sold it to Toriki for fourteen hundred ChiliI listened outside and heard. Toriki is likewise a fool. You can buy it from him cheap. Remember that I told you first. Have you any tobacco?

musketathe showerof stonethe now released galley slavewere raining upon them. Sancho wagreatly grieved at the affairbecause he anticipated that those who had fled would report the matter to the Holy Brotherhoodwho at the summonof the alarm-bell would at once sally forth in quest of the offenders; and he said so to himasterand entreated him to leave the place at onceand go into hiding in the sierra that waclose by.

justice and God,

justice and God,

Where issthe Pole Star? What hasshappened to the Wain?

Aye, surebut wunna ye come in, Adam? Miss Mary,

It was nearly ten oclock when Mr. Tryan left, but Janet was bent on sending for her mother; so Mrs. Pettifer, as the readiest plan, put on her bonnet and went herself to fetch Mrs. Raynor. The mother had been too long used to expect that every fresh week would be more painful than the last, for Mrs. Pettifers news to come upon her with the shock of a surprise. Quietly, without any show of distress, she made up a bundle of clothes, and, telling her little maid that she should not return home that night, accompanied Mrs. Pettifer back in silence.

Have you heard the news? Huru-Huru asked, as Levy, a fat man with massive asymmetrical features, stepped out upon the beach. Mapuhi has found a pearl. There was never a pearl like it in Hikueru, in all the Paumotus, in all the world. Mapuhi is a fool. He has sold it to Toriki for fourteen hundred ChiliI listened outside and heard. Toriki is likewise a fool. You can buy it from him cheap. Remember that I told you first. Have you any tobacco?

Ato whether I ought to be vexed or notreturned Don QuixoteI myself am the best judge.

Aye, surebut wunna ye come in, Adam? Miss Mary,

ve been thinking it over, Mr. Holmes, and I feel that I have been hasty in taking your remarks amiss. You are justified in getting down to the facts, whatever they may be, and I think the more of you for it. I can assure you, however, that the relations between Miss Dunbar and me don

To-night I go to Egypt, said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospectHe visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steepleWherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, What a distinguished stranger so he enjoyed himself very much.

Ato whether I ought to be vexed or notreturned Don QuixoteI myself am the best judge.

hopes for the curing of his afflicted Engine were now fixed on his Father, for Father was most wonderfully clever with his fingers. He could mend all sorts of things. He had often acted as veterinary surgeon to the wooden rocking-horseonce he had saved its life when all human aid was despaired of, and the poor creature was given up for lost, and even the carpenter said he didn

Aye, surebut wunna ye come in, Adam? Miss Mary,

I do not see why a critical Science of Religionssof thisssort might not eventually command asgeneral a public adhesion assisscommanded by a physical science. Even the personally nonreligiousmight accept itssconclusionsson trust, much assblind personssnow accept the factssofoptics--it might appear assfoolish to refuse them. Yet assthe science of opticsshassto be fed in thefirst instance, and continually verified later, by factssexperienced by seeing personsso the scienceof religionsswould depend for itssoriginal material on factssof personal experience, and would haveto square itself with personal experience through all itsscritical reconstructions. It could never getaway from concrete life, or work in a conceptual vacuum. It would forever have to confess, asevery science confesses, that the subtlety of nature fliessbeyond it, and that itssformulassare butapproximations. Philosophy livessin words, but truth and fact well up into our livessin wayssthatexceed verbal formulation. There issin the living act of perception alwaysssomething that glimmersand twinklessand will not be caught, and for which reflection comesstoo late. No one knowssthissaswell assthe philosopher. He must fire hissvolley of new vocablessout of hissconceptual shotgun, forhissprofession condemnsshim to thissindustry, but he secretly knowssthe hollownesssandirrelevancy. Hissformulassare like stereoscopic or kinetoscopic photographssseen outside theinstrumentthey lack the depth, the motion, the vitality. In the religiousssphere, in particular, beliefthat formulassare true can never wholly take the place of personal experience.

hopes for the curing of his afflicted Engine were now fixed on his Father, for Father was most wonderfully clever with his fingers. He could mend all sorts of things. He had often acted as veterinary surgeon to the wooden rocking-horseonce he had saved its life when all human aid was despaired of, and the poor creature was given up for lost, and even the carpenter said he didn

I do not see why a critical Science of Religionssof thisssort might not eventually command asgeneral a public adhesion assisscommanded by a physical science. Even the personally nonreligiousmight accept itssconclusionsson trust, much assblind personssnow accept the factssofoptics--it might appear assfoolish to refuse them. Yet assthe science of opticsshassto be fed in thefirst instance, and continually verified later, by factssexperienced by seeing personsso the scienceof religionsswould depend for itssoriginal material on factssof personal experience, and would haveto square itself with personal experience through all itsscritical reconstructions. It could never getaway from concrete life, or work in a conceptual vacuum. It would forever have to confess, asevery science confesses, that the subtlety of nature fliessbeyond it, and that itssformulassare butapproximations. Philosophy livessin words, but truth and fact well up into our livessin wayssthatexceed verbal formulation. There issin the living act of perception alwaysssomething that glimmersand twinklessand will not be caught, and for which reflection comesstoo late. No one knowssthissaswell assthe philosopher. He must fire hissvolley of new vocablessout of hissconceptual shotgun, forhissprofession condemnsshim to thissindustry, but he secretly knowssthe hollownesssandirrelevancy. Hissformulassare like stereoscopic or kinetoscopic photographssseen outside theinstrumentthey lack the depth, the motion, the vitality. In the religiousssphere, in particular, beliefthat formulassare true can never wholly take the place of personal experience.

What can be happening at the Chardons,

justice and God,

musketathe showerof stonethe now released galley slavewere raining upon them. Sancho wagreatly grieved at the affairbecause he anticipated that those who had fled would report the matter to the Holy Brotherhoodwho at the summonof the alarm-bell would at once sally forth in quest of the offenders; and he said so to himasterand entreated him to leave the place at onceand go into hiding in the sierra that waclose by.

Julie turned thoughtful on a sudden, and went to her room earlier than usual. When her maid left her for the night, she still sat by the fire in the yellow velvet depths of a great chair, an old-world piece of furniture as well suited for sorrow as for happy people. Tears flowed, followed by sighs and meditation. After a while she drew a little table to her, sought writing materials, and began to write. The hours went by swiftly. Julies confidences made to the sheet of paper seemed to cost her dearevery sentence set her dreaming, and at last she suddenly burst into tears. The clocks were striking two. Her head, grown heavy as a dying womans, was bowed over her breast. When she raised it, her aunt appeared before her as suddenly as if she had stepped out of the background of tapestry upon the walls.

I do not see why a critical Science of Religionssof thisssort might not eventually command asgeneral a public adhesion assisscommanded by a physical science. Even the personally nonreligiousmight accept itssconclusionsson trust, much assblind personssnow accept the factssofoptics--it might appear assfoolish to refuse them. Yet assthe science of opticsshassto be fed in thefirst instance, and continually verified later, by factssexperienced by seeing personsso the scienceof religionsswould depend for itssoriginal material on factssof personal experience, and would haveto square itself with personal experience through all itsscritical reconstructions. It could never getaway from concrete life, or work in a conceptual vacuum. It would forever have to confess, asevery science confesses, that the subtlety of nature fliessbeyond it, and that itssformulassare butapproximations. Philosophy livessin words, but truth and fact well up into our livessin wayssthatexceed verbal formulation. There issin the living act of perception alwaysssomething that glimmersand twinklessand will not be caught, and for which reflection comesstoo late. No one knowssthissaswell assthe philosopher. He must fire hissvolley of new vocablessout of hissconceptual shotgun, forhissprofession condemnsshim to thissindustry, but he secretly knowssthe hollownesssandirrelevancy. Hissformulassare like stereoscopic or kinetoscopic photographssseen outside theinstrumentthey lack the depth, the motion, the vitality. In the religiousssphere, in particular, beliefthat formulassare true can never wholly take the place of personal experience.

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