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Giromagny is no place for relics or for a pilgrimage, it cures no one, and has nothing of a holy look about it, and all these priests LECTOR. Pray dwell less on your religion, and AUCTOR. Pray take books as you find them, and treat travel as travel. For you, when you go to a foreign country, see nothing but what you expect to see.
Ya puede inferir el lector qué de escenas cómicas ha tenido el autor a su disposición. El señor Gorostiza no las ha desperdiciado: rasgos hemos visto en su linda comedia que Moliere no repugnaría, escenas enteras que honrarían a Moratín.
Dignum cornuum cornu Romae memor salve tu! Tibi cornuum cornuto LECTOR. That means nothing. AUCTOR. Shut up! Tibi cornuum cornuto Tibi clamo, te saluto Salve cornu cornuum! Fortunatam da Domunt! And after this cogitation and musing I got up quietly, so as not to offend the peasant: and I crept out, and so upwards on to the crest of the hill.
Mr Fingle was an honest, straightforward man, who said a plain thing in a plain way. They had left him to choose a suitable collection of books on Catholicism, and he had chosen the best he knew. LECTOR. But all that does not excuse an intolerable prolixity? AUCTOR. Neither did I say it did, dear Lector.
Nelson's occupies the centre, and is a fine work. But what impressed me most was the tomb of Sir Christopher Wren himself; a simple tablet marks his tomb, with this inscription, which is repeated above in the nave: Subtus conditur Hujus Ecclesias et Urbis Conditor, CHRISTOPHERUS WREN; Qui vixit annos ultra nonaginta, Non sibi, sed bono publico. Lector, si monumentum requiris, Circumspice.
Already he had spoken with his cellarer and prior, almoner, chaplain and lector, but now in the tall and gaunt monk who obeyed his summons to enter he recognized the most important and also the most importunate of his agents, Brother Samuel the sacrist, whose office, corresponding to that of the layman's bailiff, placed the material interests of the monastery and its dealings with the outer world entirely under his control, subject only to the check of the Abbot.
When this short silence of the forest was over, I saw an excellent sight. There, below me, where the lane began to fall, was the first of the German cities. LECTOR. How 'German'? AUCTOR. Let me explain. There is a race that stretches vaguely, without defined boundaries, from the Baltic into the high hills of the south.
I found a stream running very sluggish between tall trees, and this sight sufficiently reminded me of my own country to permit repose. Lying down there I slept till the end of the day, or rather to that same time of evening which had now become my usual waking hour... And now tell me, Lector, shall I leave out altogether, or shall I give you some description of, the next few miles to San Lorenzo?
And this kind of Benedictory Power is the fount or type or natural origin, as it were, of all others. There is the Official of Religion who, in the exercise of his office LECTOR. For Heaven's sake AUCTOR. Who began it?
Have you never known what it is to be tired, my Lector? not tired at the end of a busy day, but tired in the morning, tired in the Memnonian sunlight, when larks and barrel-organs start on their blithe insistent rounds. No, the man who is tired of a morning sings not music-hall songs in his bedroom as he dashes about in his morning bath. But will you never want to go to bed, Lector?
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