Tone Mc Questions

      "There were always children there, and I spent all my time with the children, only with the children. They were the children of the village where I lived, a whole gang of them, who went to the local school.  I was simply with them mostly, and I spent all my four years like that. I did not want anything else." (from The Idiot, Dostoyevsky)

      Time passed.       Susan waited.       The more Susan waited, the more the doorbell didn't ring. Or the phone.  She looked at her watch. She felt that now was about the time that she could legitimately begin to feel cross. She was cross already, of course, but that had been in her own time, so to speak. They were well and truly into his time now, and even allowing for traffic, mishaps, and general vagueness and dilatoriness, it was now well over half an hour past the time that he had insisted was the latest time they could possibly afford to leave, so she'd better be ready. (from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams)

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. (from "Happy Thought,"  Robert Louis Stevenson)

      The hunger artist sometimes remarked to himself that perhaps things might look a little brighter if he were not located quite so near the stables.  But he did not dare complain to the management; after all he had the animals to thank for the numerous visitors who did pass his cage, among whom there always might be the one who was there just to see him, and lord knew where they might tuck him away if he called attention to his existence and thereby to the fact that, strictly speaking, he was no more than an obstacle in the path to the animals. (from "A Hunger Artist," Kafka)

      No crowd of serfs ran out on to the steps to meet the masters; a little girl of twelve years made her appearance alone.  After her there came out of the house a young lad, very like Piotr, dressed in a coat of gray livery, with white armorial buttons, the servant of Pavel Petrovitch Kirsanov. Without speaking, he opened the door of the carriage, and unbuttoned the apron of the coach. Nikolai Petrovitch, with his son and Bazarov, walked through a dark and empty hall.   (from Fathers and Sons, Turgenev)

She tells them right back in a loud, brassy voice that he's already plenty damn clean, thank you.       "They showered me this morning at the courthouse and last night at the jail. And I swear I believe they'd of washed my ears for me on the taxi over if they coulda found the facilities. Hoo boy, seems like every time they ship me someplace I gotta get scrubbed down before, after, and during the operation--and get back away from me with that thermometer, Sam." (from One Flew Over the Cukckoos Nest, Kesey)

God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens; God is wisdom, God is love. (from "God is Love," Bowring)

Freedom calls you! Quick, be ready- Rouse ye in the name of God, - Onward, onward, strong and steady, - Dash to earth the oppressor's rod. Freedom calls, ye brave! Rise and spurn the name of slave. (from "Polish War Song," Percival)

      At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"       The pigs shouted back, "Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"       At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He thought to himself: "They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to see them go, but progress cannot be stopped."       So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling, and dolphin shows.       At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"       This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.       By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed and he puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods. (from "The Three Little Pigs," Politically Correct Bedtime Stories, James Finn Garner)

      Afterwards we will be as one animal of the forest and be so close that neither one can tell that one of us is one and not the other.  Can you not feel my heart be your heart? (from For Whom the Bell Tolls, Hemingway)