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Lord Salisbury, when trouble was brewing on the far-flung border of India, gave to the people the famous warning "Look at big maps." To get a just appreciation of our mighty West we may well follow that same advice and "look at big maps."
At this point, had Cynthia been there, Medenham would have stopped for a while, so that she might admire the far-flung panorama of the "island valley of Avallon" that stretched below the ravine. Out of the green pastures in the middle distance rose the ruined towers of Glastonbury.
Rudyard Kipling, the poet of imperialistic England, of her "far-flung battle line," attributes her "dominion over palm and pine" to faith in the "Lord God of Hosts." In the minor poets, there is often a different strain. Arnold is beset with doubt, and hears no "clear call," such as Tennyson voices in Crossing the Bar. Swinburne, seeing the pessimistic side of the shield of evolution, exclaims:
"The sea of all space the sea of vastness that lies between the far-flung nebulae the mighty void alone on a sea, the vastness of which no man can imagine alone alone where no other man has been; alone, so far from all matter, from all mankind, that not even light, racing at billions of miles each day, could reach home in less than a million years."
Luttrell nodded solemnly, and raised his glass. "Gentlemen, the Honorary Member of the Senga Mess Sir Chichester Splay." The toast was drunk with enthusiasm by all but Hillyard, who sat staring about him and wondering what in the world the Mecænas of the First Nights had in common with these youthful administrators far-flung to the Equator. "You don't drink, Martin," cried Luttrell.
If there's a big battle going on they may be bringing back wounded and prisoners. Some of our own fellers might be in 'em." They tried to determine about where, along that far-flung line, the sounds arose, but they could only guess at it. "All I know is what I hearrd 'em say in the prison camp," said Archer; "that our fellers are just the otherr side of the mountains."
May God bless them and watch over them and over all of our gallant, fighting men. June 23, 1944. All our fighting men overseas today have their appointed stations on the far-flung battlefronts of the world. We at home have ours too. We need, we are proud of, our fighting men most decidedly. But, during the anxious times ahead, let us not forget that they need us too.
It's too bad don't look like we're going to get any action for our money a-tall. 'Sa shame, too what's the use of wasting it, now that we've got it all made?" "We are not done yet," cautioned Westfall, and even as he spoke an alarm bell burst into strident clamor one of their far-flung detector screens was telling the world that it had encountered a dangerous frequency.
It was the wish to group together all the far-flung manifestations of the inner irresistible process of sexual activity that underlay my own conception of auto-erotism, or the spontaneous erotic impulse which arises from the organism apart from all definite external stimulation, to be manifested, or it may be transformed, in mere solitary physical sex activity, in dreams of the night, in day-dreams, in shapes of literature and art, in symptoms of nervous disorder such as some forms of hysteria, and even in the most exalted phases of mystical devotion.
Isn't it just a little arbitrary, this stress we lay on nationalism, patriotism, love of one particular country, of the territories united fortuitously under one particular government? What is a government, that we should regard it as a connecting link? What is a race, that queer, far-flung thing whose boundaries march with those of no nation?
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