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'For what I've done! cried 'Plain Tom, aghast. 'The poor man's brain's affected. What on earth can he mean? 'And he said also that if the worst should happen, continued the other with unmoved visage, 'that he would bequeath me the aureus. He's a warrum-hearted body, an' he kens that I'm a bit of an antiquary mysel'.
It was a wonderful blow, men said afterward so fairly in line between the eyes that no scale could detect a waver, yet far enough back to go crashing down helve-deep through the brain till it touched somewhere the spinal cord, the one great nerve of life that carries the brain's messages to the limbs, and without which they are dead.
I sat up in bed, uncertain in the effort of wit-gathering if night had not given me a dream rather than an experience, a chance play of the brain's imagining, and not a living knowledge of true scenes and strange men.
You talk like I'm a horned toad or somethin', to set folks on the run the minute they clap eyes on me." "Have sense," cautioned Jarrow. "We got a lot to do come sundown. Have sense. I'm the brain's, ain't I?" "So you say, cap'n." "I got my own meanin's. What if this Trask and the girl come down aboard this evenin' to look things over, and they don't like your looks first off?"
'Twere extream folly should I dare attempt, To praise this Author's worth with complement; None but herself must dare commend her parts, Whose sublime brain's the Synopsis of Arts. Nature and Skill, here both in one agree, To frame this Master-piece of Poetry: False Fame, belye their Sex no more, it can Surpass, or parrallel the best of Man. Author of this Poem.
He may walk about with his eyes open, but his brain's pretty much asleep; he's just equal to lounging and smoking. There are just two things these men can do fish, and gather the stuff from wrecks. They'll make from eight dollars a day at the fishing, and from sixteen to twenty when a wreck's in. They can afford to be idle the rest of the time, and they are gloriously idle."
Unwilling to disturb them, she merely smiled when Thurston saw her, and found herself a seat in a corner. "My brain's not so clear as it used to be. No use hiding things. Why," began Savine, and Geoffrey, who surmised that he had not seen his daughter, knocked over a medicine bottle with his elbow and spent some time noisily groping under the table for it.
I don't believe that; for I remember a poor student I used to know told me he had such a conviction one day when he was blacking his boots, and I can't think he had ever lived in another world where they use Day and Martin. Some think that Dr. Wigan's doctrine of the brain's being a double organ, its hemispheres working together like the two eyes, accounts for it.
Five minutes' consciousness would unravel the mystery. Then Toole would shrug, and say, 'Pooh pooh! my dear Sir, you know nothing. 'Why, there's life! 'Ay, the mechanical functions of life, but the brain's over-powered, replied Toole, with a wise frown. 'Well, relieve it. 'By Jupiter, Sir, you make me laugh, cried Toole with a grin, throwing up his eyebrows.
After that I'd begin thinkin' of what I could do to get away from Drew." "Murphy," said the other, "maybe that line of talk would sound sort of exaggerated to some, but I ain't one of them. You've got a wooden leg, but your brain's sound. But tell me, what in God's name makes him so thick with the tenderfoot?" He waited for no answer, but started for the door.
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