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Presently he said to me, in the gentlest way: "My boy, you must get a little memorandum-book, and every time I tell you a thing, put it down right away. There's only one way to be a pilot, and that is to get this entire river by heart. You have to know it just like A-B-C."
"But remember that fine clothes do not make the man unless they be neat and clean." "Very true," answered Pinocchio, "but, in order to go to school, I still need something very important." "What is it?" "An A-B-C book." "To be sure! But how shall we get it?" "That's easy. We'll go to a bookstore and buy it." "And the money?" "I have none." "Neither have I," said the old man sadly.
The A-B-C of plain-clothes work is to learn to know a man by his face rather than by his clothing and at the outset one will be astonished to find how much he has hitherto been depending on the latter. It must be the same with criminals, too, unless your criminal is an amateur or a fool, in which event you will "land" him without the trouble of disguising.
You can't think what I suffered whilst I was young." "How long was you young?" "Only two weeks. That was plenty for me. Laws, I was so lonesome! You see, I was full of the knowledge and experience of seventy-two years; the deepest subject those young folks could strike was only a-b-c to me. And to hear them argue oh, my! it would have been funny, if it hadn't been so pitiful.
Childhood, the abecedarian, may love to plant seeds, to watch them spring, grow, and flower, and to help them do so; but that is the merest a-b-c of gardening, and no more makes him an amateur in the art than spelling words of one letter makes him a poet. One may raise or love flowers for a lifetime, yet never in any art sense become a gardener.
It would be a great pity, for with your mistaken ideas of comforts, with your love of coal-fire and raw beef-steak, together with your severe notions of what is proper or improper, you would soon spoil the place, and render it as stiff and gloomy as any sectarian village of the United States, with its nine banks, eighteen chapels, its one "a-b-c" school, and its immense stone jail, very considerately made large enough to contain its whole population.
It is like comparing the laid-out town of a western prairie, its right-angled streets, prim cottages, and wooden a-b-c shops, with the grand old town of Oxford, topped with the clustered domes and towers of its twenty-odd great colleges, the very names of many of whose founders have perished from human record, as have the chronicles of the times in which they lived.
A man, ef he's any kind of a man, don't have to learn his a-b-c before he can tell a good-lookin' gal she's in his head, or his heart jest which you're a min' ter most of the time. Yes, I was thinkin' of you, Aileen you an' Champney." The color died out entirely from Aileen's cheeks, and then surged into them again till she put her hands to her face to cool their throbbing.
"I'm no earthly good," he confided to Jackson that night, sitting on the steps of his barracks. "I know it like a-b-c, and then I get up and try it and all at once I'm just a plain damned fool." "Don't give up like that, son," Jackson said. "I've seen 'em march a platoon right into the C.O.'s porch before now. And once I just saved a baby-buggy and a pair of twins."
Then with a rush he began: "I been think typewutta has, oh, many many many many thing. Oh many many many many." "Many keys. I see." "No-o? Yes-key! Many many many many lettah. Like so a-b-c." "Yes, you're right." "Wait. I tell." He screwed his face up in a tremendous effort to express himself: "I been think many words end same. Like i-n-g." "You bet. A whole raft of them."
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