At a dinner given by the representatives of French literature, all breathe of peace. But I did not get it, for there is always something wrong in the spike, and the peculiar shortcoming here, as I discovered immediately, was the cold. The commandment against lust eventually led him to propose in his afterword to Kreytserova sonata [; The Kreutzer Sonata], a dark novella about a man who murders his wife total abstinence as an ideal.
But since the war, industry has tended to shift southward and in doing so has grown almost comely. Even the superintendent grinned in a tolerant way. The ripper of armchairs: The combines can never squeeze the small independent bookseller out of existence as they have squeezed the grocer and the milkman.
We stuffed our ankles with contraband until anyone seeing us might have imagined an outbreak of elephantiasis. Tolstoy married Sofya Sonya Andreyevna Bers, the daughter of a prominent Moscow physician, in and soon transferred all his energies to his marriage and the composition of War and Peace.
The sweet smell of decaying paper appeals to me no longer. It holds ten men, but they pack it like pilchards in a tin, and a tall man cannot stand upright in it. In the end one gets to know these people almost at a glance.
Suddenly, when we had gone ten yards, the procession stopped short without any order or warning. But as Whistler—the Master of Badinage—put it, "Art, that for ages has hewn its own history in marble and written its own comments on canvas, shall it suddenly stand still and stammer, and wait for wisdom from the passer-by, for guidance from the hand that holds neither brush nor chisel?
The world is too much with them. The best thing one can say for the pottery towns is that they are fairly small and stop abruptly.
It is a serious matter to shoot a working elephant—it is comparable to destroying a huge and costly piece of machinery—and obviously one ought not to do it if it can possibly be avoided. What is surprising, on the other hand, is the immense horizontal distances that have to be travelled underground.
Then I told him about the wastage of food in the workhouse kitchen, and what I thought of it. In that instant, in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there, a mysterious, terrible change had come over the elephant.
It is as if a man, who was given a blade so marvelously keen that it would sever anything, should use its edge for driving in nails.
But by no conceivable amount of effort or training could I become a coal-miner, the work would kill me in a few weeks. They used to go on doing this even when they were pregnant.
It is a serious matter to shoot a working elephant—it is comparable to destroying a huge and costly piece of machinery—and obviously one ought not to do it if it can possibly be avoided. It wass all finished—flick! The woman was sent off to the workhouse, and we others into the spike.
You do not notice the effect of this till you have gone a few hundred yards. The wastage was astonishing; great dishes of beef, and bucketfuls of broad and vegetables, were pitched away like rubbish, and then defiled with tea-leaves. Aren't you ready yet? Suddenly the superintendent made up his mind.
Each of us had three minutes in which to bathe himself. You go down on all fours; even this is a relief after the squatting business. It is only very rarely, when I make a definite mental-effort, that I connect this coal with that far-off labour in the mines.
And just like the theologians and the Talmudists they completely castrate their brains and become eunuchs of thought. But by no conceivable amount of effort or training could I become a coal-miner, the work would kill me in a few weeks.
I heard later that it took him half an hour to die. And books give off more and nastier dust than any other class of objects yet invented, and the top of a book is the place where every bluebottle prefers to die. Nothing pleased me quite so much as to buy a job lot of them for a shilling at a country auction.
Living among the Cossacks, he comes to appreciate a life more in touch with natural and biological rhythms. He walked clumsily with his bound arms, but quite steadily, with that bobbing gait of the Indian who never straightens his knees.
A bookseller has to tell lies about books, and that gives him a distaste for them; still worse is the fact that he is constantly dusting them and hauling them to and fro. For all their big talk there is something moth-eaten and aimless about them.If the slave-owner of our times has no slave, John, whom he can send to the cesspool, he has five shillings, of which hundreds of such Johns are in such need that the slave-owner of our times may choose any one out of hundreds of Johns and be a benefactor to him by giving him the preference, and allowing him, rather than another, to climb down into.
Leo Tolstoy: Leo Tolstoy, Russian author, a master of realistic fiction and one of the world’s greatest novelists. Tolstoy is best known for his two longest works, War and Peace (–69) and Anna Karenina (–77), which are commonly regarded as among the finest novels ever written.
War and Peace in. A.N. Wilson's biography of Tolstoy is quite different from a traditional by the dates hagiography. Instead, Wilson succeeds both in telling the story of Tolstoy's life and placing it in the turbulent times in which he lived.
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According to Tolstoy's great-great-granddaughter Fyokla Tolstaya, all of the author's novels, short stories, fairy tales, essays and personal letters. Russian author Leo Tolstoy wrote the acclaimed novels 'War and Peace,' 'Anna Karenina' and 'The Death of Ivan Ilyich,' and ranks among the world's top writers.
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