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Updated: May 25, 2025
Light's the great thing. I never knew that until I went blind. You have to stay a long time in the darkness to know just what it is light means. "They call great men 'great lights. 'And then came the light, they say, regarding the solving of some great thing. 'He brought the light' that's what I wanted to do! They tell about science bringing the light.
But each day her eyes looked larger and more rapturously full of heavenly glowing, and her light movements were more like bird flight, and her swiftness and sweet readiness to serve delighted and touched people more, and they spoke oftener to and of her, and felt actually a thought uplifted from the darkness because she was like pure light's self.
The old story, you know had bad luck, you see, and the fellow skipped out and left her. The woman gets the worst of it every time, don't she?" "She died!" I exclaimed. "And the little one? Where is the boy you spoke of?" "That's him; that's what the light's burnin' for.
After taking his brandy he proceeded to light his pipe at the stove. Now the captain possessed a large monkey, and the creature was shivering near the fire. The pilot said, "A gurly day, sir;" and the monkey gave a responsive shiver. Tho pilot went on with affable gruffness, "The Soutar light's away on the port bow now, sir;" and still the monkey made no answer.
"But Vulmea goes on: 'O'Hara will dhrop, an' by the time the light's lit again, there'll be some six av us on the chest av Mulvaney, cryin' murdher an' rape. Mulvaney's cot is near the ind door, an' the shmokin' rifle will be lyin' undher him whin we've knocked him over. We know, an' all the rig'mint knows, that Mulvaney has given O'Hara more lip than any man av us.
Light's candidate was thoroughly a prince, and our friend wondered how he relished a peremptory accent. Casamassima was an Italian of the undemonstrative type, but Rowland nevertheless divined that, like other princes before him, he had made the acquaintance of the thing called compromise. "Shall I come back?" he asked with the same smile. "In half an hour," said Christina.
Every night since, that light's been a-goin', and she puts it out herself every mornin' before she comes downstairs." "Perhaps she and Miss Ainslie had been talking of shipwreck, and she thought she would have a little lighthouse of her own," Miss Thorne suggested, when the silence became oppressive. "P'raps so," rejoined Hepsey. She had become stolid again.
Midmore, cold and annoyed, found himself humming: 'That flood strewed wrecks upon the grass, That ebb swept out the flocks to sea. There isn't a rose left, Rhoda! An awesome ebb and flow it was To many more than mine and me. But each will mourn his ... It'll cost me a hundred. 'Now we know the worst, said Rhoda, 'we can go to bed. I'll lay on the kitchen sofa. His light's burnin' still.
Here in an external phenomenon we meet the same weakening in the light's tendency to expand that we recognized in the shortening of our experience of depth on looking through a dense medium. Obviously, we expect the externally observable narrowing of the light-cone and the subjectively experienced change of optical depth to show the same ratio.
"The light's gone out o' m' home an' darkness fills m' heart, Anna, an' it's the sun that'll shine for m' no more! Ochone, ochone!" "'Liza dear, I've been where ye are now, too often not t' know that aanything that aanybody says is jist like spittin' at a burnin' house t' put it out. Yer boy's gone we can't bring 'im back.
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