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When, by and by, the young mathematician gets the true idea of a surface, as extension in two dimensions only, hence, without thickness, then will follow this surprising result, that the whole thickness of the apple-skin is on outside the apple's surface, and hence, is nowhere: a singular converse of the teaching of those smart gentlemen who waste reams of good paper in establishing, to their own satisfaction, that even the mathematical surface itself has thickness!
At last he had died of paralysis, leaving his family in the most utter destitution. 'Aha! commented my grandmother; 'it's clear the apple's not fallen far from the tree. Well, we shall have to make arrangements about this fellow too. I've no need of people like that, with scowling faces. My grandmother went back to the house and made arrangements.
Who has not heard of and longed for the 'apples of the Hesperides'? I need not call your attention to the most tremendous and significant instance of the apple's ancient prestige when its consumption by our first parents occasioned the fall of man from his state of goodness and perfection."
The apple's down! ROSSELMANN. The boy's alive! MANY VOICES. The apple has been struck! BERTHA supports him. How? Has he shot? The madman! BERTHA. Worthy father! Pray you compose yourself. The boy's alive! Here is the apple, father! Well I knew You would not harm your boy. His bow drops from his hand.
We were afloat again before the sun had begun to warm an apple's ruddy cheek; but already the white lips of the water-lilies were wide-parted, as the boat slid past or through their colonies upon the reedy river.
You remember, I suppose, the story of an apple's falling on his head, and thus leading him to discover the force of gravitation, which keeps the heavenly bodies in their courses. When he had once got hold of this idea, he never permitted his mind to rest until he had searched out all the laws by which the planets are guided through the sky.
'I've bought her, and I shall keep her; she's the apple of my eye, said the squire, adding with characteristic scrupulousness, 'if apple's female. I asked her whether she had heard from Temple latterly. 'No; dear little fellow! cried she, and I saw in a twinkling what it was that the squire liked in her, and liked it too.
He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apple's sweet blossoms; He snaps up destroyers, wherever they be, And seizes the caitiffs that lurk in their bosoms; He drags the vile grub from the corn it devours, The worms from the webs where they riot and welter; His song and his services freely are ours, And all that he asks is, in summer a shelter.
"I'm free now and ready for anything, or shall be when I get some circulation in my feet and hands. Can't move till then, anyway. What d'ye s'pose Apple's doing?" "Following us along, Apple is, you bet. When he gets a chance he'll help us out, he will. Say, what's loose board here?" "I don't know," replied Glen. "It's got a ring in it like it might be intended to be lifted up."
The boys waited an anxious minute, swinging their lanterns far out over the current. Suddenly Glen thrust the lantern he held into Apple's hand and made a quick jump into the swirl of waters. He was up in a moment with a heavy burden. "It's Matt!" he cried. "I saw his hand sticking out of the water and jumped for it. He's hurt himself."
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