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His love for children is not confined to his poetic expressions or to his own family; he is uncommonly tender and beautiful with them always." I remember there was one little boy of whom he was very fond, and who came often to see him. One day the child looked earnestly at the long rows of books in the library, and at length said: "Have you got 'Jack the Giant-Killer'?"
"A modern David," gravely added Bruno, while Waldo chimed in with: "What a dandy Jack the Giant-killer you would have been, uncle Phaeton, if you had only lived in the good old days! I wish and yet I don't, either! Of course, it might have been jolly old sport right then, but now, where'd I be, to-day?"
And I foresee a time when the pigmies will be so much more athletic, so much more astute, so much more active, than the giants, that it will be a case of Jack the giant-killer. Just let some of the youngsters I know have a chance and they'll give these gentlemen points. Lend them a little money. They can't get any now.
Now Jack, about four months afterwards, walking near this wood in his journey to Wales, being weary, seated himself near a pleasant fountain and fell fast asleep. While he was sleeping, the giant, coming there for water, discovered him, and knew him to be the far-famed Jack the Giant-killer by the lines written on the belt.
Huge untutored Brobdignag genius, needing only to be tamed down; into Shakspeares, Dantes, Goethes! It is all gone now, that old Norse work, Thor the Thunder-god changed into Jack the Giant-killer: but the mind that made it is here yet. How strangely things grow, and die, and do not die! There are twigs of that great world-tree of Norse Belief still curiously traceable.
So she ran along with Jack the Giant-killer in one hand, and dragging with the other her tin wagon, in which sat her favorite doll, Rosa, drawn by four high-stepping tin horses.
He had seen the man only twice in his life, once at dinner and once in the lobby of the House, and his imagination had been active not with the man but with the creation of the newspapers and caricaturists, the legendary Caterham, Jack the Giant-killer, Perseus, and all the rest of it. The element of a human personality came in to disorder all that.
If a man wants to be famous, he had much better try the advertising doctor than the terrible editor, whose waste-basket is a maw which is as insatiable as the temporary stomach of Jack the Giant-killer. "You must not talk so," said Number Five.
According to his experiences of life the interpretation of the story will differ: for example, it was found that the children of a low slum neighbourhood translated Jack the Giant-killer into terms of a street fight: to children living by a river or the sea, the Water-Babies would mean very much, while Jan of the Windmill would be more familiar ground for country children.
"The Food of the Gods" is the tale of "Jack the Giant-Killer" told from the point of view of the giant. This has not, I think, been done before in literature; but I have little doubt that the psychological substance of it existed in fact. I have little doubt that the giant whom Jack killed did regard himself as the Superman.
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