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His learning was more of the court and camp than of the bookshelf, a defect which I soon discovered, and I loved to set him tripping over some quibble of words, a proceeding which amused me vastly, though my mirth was shared by none of the others who witnessed it.

He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed to him. He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room off the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife.

What does it mean: 'In thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside; In my first primeval childhood Was I nurtured near thy side. "What does it mean?" "Signe, you explain it," said Mr. Janson. "You know, you're a better preacher than I am." Signe made no excuses, but went to the little bookshelf and took from it two books, her English and her Norwegian Bibles.

You need me, and that makes you more real than you ever have been before. Come and slide down a little further. Near the open window. That's it." Gabriele scooted carefully to the other side of the room where the bookshelf went over the window. "Yes, good; now crawl down onto a lower shelf and let me take you from this state." "Yes," said Gabriele, and she swung down to the third shelf.

He put one of the candles on the table and opened the book. It was an old Bible, but John Harman was not very well acquainted with its contents. "They tell me there is much comfort here," he said to himself. He turned the old and yellow leaves. "Vengeance is mine. I will repay." These were the words on which his eyes fell. Comfort! He closed the book with a groan and returned it to the bookshelf.

He reached up to the bookshelf for what looked like an ancient ledger, and turned over the leaves. 'Is that your log? I asked. 'I should like to have a look at it. 'Oh! you'd find it dull reading if you could read it at all; it's just short notes about winds and bearings, and so on. He was turning some leaves over rapidly. 'Now, why don't you keep a log of what we do?

There were two other things in the dining-room, however, for which he cared very much. One was a large book, which lay on the bookshelf. It was a gift which his father had left for him when he went away. It was a large heavy book, with a dark binding and a golden clasp.

There she reached up to her little bookshelf, and, full of the sermon as spongy mists are full of the sunlight, took thence a volume of stories from the German, the re-reading of one of which, narrating the visit of the Christ-child, laden with gifts, to a certain household, and what he gave to each and all therein, she had, although sorely tempted, saved up until now, and sat down with it by the fire, the only light she had.

The wisdom and science of the world could be included in the compass of a modest bookshelf. But the province of human knowledge has become so wide that, however much "general information" a man may have, he can truly know nothing unless he studies it as a specialist.

"Good my dear. Look, I am here too. Now we will dive together." "Dive? But you don't want me to fall." "Fall from the bookshelf, no." She hesitated as if not wanting to say anything more. "What is it, Rita/Lily? Tell me as a friend." "If you were to go back you would be stone. There is no life in that. Really there is no other choice. We will dive from the window." "From the window?