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Ponkapog Papers
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
(1904)
   
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The Marvelous Land of Oz: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of the Sca
L. Frank Baum (1904)
       In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well...
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L. Frank Baum
(1904)
   
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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
L. Frank Baum (1900)
-011-         Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds...
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L. Frank Baum
(1900)
   
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Air Service Boys Over The Enemy's Lines
Charles Amory Beach (1919)
   "TOM, what do you suppose that strange man who looked like a French peasant, yet wasn’t one, could have been up to late yesterday afternoon?"     "You mean the fellow discovered near the hangars at the aviation camp, Jack?"     "Yes. He seemed to go out of sight like a wreath of smoke does. Why, if the ground had opened and swallowed him up, once the hue and cry was raised, he couldn’t have vanished quicker...
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Charles Amory Beach
(1919)
   
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Slips of Speech
John,H. Bechtel (1901)
Slips of SpeechA helpful book for everyone whoaspires to correct the everydayerrors of speaking and writing...
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John,H. Bechtel
(1901)
   
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A Relic
Max, Sir Beerbohm (1919)
   YESTERDAY I found in a cupboard an old, small, battered portmanteau which, by the initials on it, I recognized as my own property. The lock appeared to have been forced. I dimly remembered having forced it myself, with a poker, in my hot youth, after some journey in which I had lost the key; and this act of violence was probably the reason why the trunk had so long ago ceased to travel...
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Max, Sir Beerbohm
(1919)
   
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Zuleika Dobson
Max, Sir Beerbohm (1911)
   THAT old bell, presage of a train, had just sounded through Oxford station; and the undergraduates who were waiting there, gay figures in tweed or flannel, moved to the margin of the platform and gazed idly up the line...
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Max, Sir Beerbohm
(1911)
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Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-nineties
Max, Sir Beerbohm (1916)
  WHEN a book about the literature of the eighteen-nineties was given by Mr. Holbrook Jackson to the world, I looked eagerly in the index for Soames, Enoch. It was as I feared: he was not there...
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Max, Sir Beerbohm
(1916)
   
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James Pethel
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Max, Sir Beerbohm
(1915)
   
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Life of Hon. Phineas T. Barnum
Joel Benton (1891)
 FAMILY AND BIRTH -- SCHOOL LIFE -- HIS FIRST VISIT TO NEW YORK CITY -- A LANDED PROPRIETOR -- THE ETHICS OF TRADE -- FARM WORK AND KEEPING STORE -- MEETING-HOUSE AND SUNDAY SCHOOL -- ``THE ONE THING NEEDFUL.’’    Among the names of great Americans of the nineteenth century there is scarcely one more familiar to the world than that of the subject of this biography...
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Joel Benton
(1891)
   
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Aeroplanes
J. S. Zerbe (1915)
   THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION. -- It may be doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6, 1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion has been, that flying machines, to be successful, must follow the structural form of birds, and that shape has everything to do with flying...
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J. S. Zerbe
(1915)
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The School Days of an Indian Girl
Sa Zitkala (1900)
   THERE were eight in our party of bronzed children who were going East with the missionaries. Among us were three young braves, two tall girls, and we three little ones, Judewin, Thowin, and I.    We had been very impatient to start on our journey to the Red Apple Country, which, we were told, lay a little beyond the great circular horizon of the Western prairie...
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Sa Zitkala
(1900)
   
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An Indian Teacher Among Indians
Sa Zitkala (1900)
    THOUGH an illness left me unable to continue my college course, my pride kept me from returning to my mother. Had she known of my worn condition, she would have said the white man’s papers were not worth the freedom and health I had lost by them. Such a rebuke from my mother would have been unbearable, and as I felt then it would be far too true to be comfortable...
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Sa Zitkala
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The Soft-Hearted Sioux
Sa Zitkala (1901)
-505-    BESIDE the open fire I sat within our tepee. With my red blanket wrapped tightly about my crossed legs, I was thinking of the coming season, my sixteenth winter. On either side of the wigwam were my parents...
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Sa Zitkala
(1901)
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The Motor Boys on the Pacific, or, The Young Derelict Hunters
Clarence Young (1909)
SOME BAD NEWS     "WELL, she is smashed this time, sure!" exclaimed Jerry Hopkins, to his chums, Ned Slade and Bob Baker.     "What’s smashed?" asked Ned. "Who’s the letter from’?" for Jerry had a slip of paper in his hand...
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Clarence Young
(1909)
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The Motor Boys Overland, or, A Long Trip for Fun and Fortune
Clarence Young (1906)
  THERE was a whizz of rubber-tired wheels, a cloud of dust and the frightened yelping of a dog as a big, red touring automobile shot down the road.     "You nearly ran over him, Chunky!" exclaimed Jerry Hopkins, to the stout youth at his side.     "That’s what you did, Bob Baker!" chimed in Ned Slade, leaning over from the rear seat of the auto...
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Clarence Young
(1906)
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Laughter : an essay on the meaning of the comic
Henri Bergson (1911)
  THE COMIC IN GENERAL -- THE COMIC ELEMENT IN FORMS AND MOVEMENTS -- EXPANSIVE FORCE OF THE COMIC...
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Henri Bergson
(1911)
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Eveline
James Joyce
SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired...
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James Joyce
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The Enchanted Castle
Edith Nesbit (1907)
To Margaret Ostler with love from E. Nesbit Peggy, you came from the heath and moor,And you brought their airs through my open door;You brought the blossom of youth to blowIn the Latin Quarter of Soho.For the sake of that magic I send you hereA tale of enchantments, Peggy dear,A bit of my work, and a bit of my heart...
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Edith Nesbit
(1907)
   
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Emma
Jane Austen
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father; and had, in consequence of her sister’s marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period...
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Jane Austen
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Aeneid
Virgil
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate,And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate,Expell’d and exil’d, left the Trojan shore.Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,And in the doubtful war, before he wonThe Latian realm, and built the destin’d town;His banish’d gods restor’d to rites divine,And settled sure succession in his line,From whence the race of Alban fathers come,And the long glories of majestic Rome...
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Alice Adams
Tarkington
The patient, an old-fashioned man, thought the nurse made a mistake in keeping both of the windows open, and her sprightly disregard of his protests added something to his hatred of her. Every evening he told her that anybody with ordinary gumption ought to realize that night air was bad for the human frame. "The human frame won’t stand everything, Miss Perry," he warned her, resentfully...
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Tarkington
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All's Well That Ends Well
William Shakespeare
PERSONS REPRESENTED.KING OF FRANCE.THE DUKE OF FLORENCE...
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William Shakespeare
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Ambassadors
Henry James
Nothing is more easy than to state the subject of "The Ambassadors," which first appeared in twelve numbers of The North American Review (1903) and was published as a whole the same year. The situation involved is gathered up betimes, that is in the second chapter of Book Fifth, for the reader’s benefit, into as few words as possible-- planted or "sunk," stiffly and saliently, in the centre of the current, almost perhaps to the obstruction of traffic...
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Henry James
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Anne of Green Gables
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs...
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Lucy Maud Montgomery
   
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Antigone
Sophocles
Antigone, daughter of Oedipus, the late king of Thebes, in defiance ofCreon who rules in his stead, resolves to bury her brother Polyneices,slain in his attack on Thebes. She is caught in the act by Creon’swatchmen and brought before the king. She justifies her action,asserting that she was bound to obey the eternal laws of right andwrong in spite of any human ordinance...
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Sophocles
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Antony and Cleopatra
William Shakespeare
PERSONS REPRESENTED. M.ANTONY, TriumvirOCTAVIUS CAESAR, TriumvirM...
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William Shakespeare
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Araby
James Joyce
NORTH RICHMOND STREET being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers’ School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached from its neighbours in a square ground The other houses of the street, conscious of decent lives within them, gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces. The former tenant of our house, a priest, had died in the back drawing-room...
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James Joyce
   
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As You Like It
William Shakespeare
Persons represented. DUKE, living in exile.FREDERICK, Brother to the Duke, and Usurper of his Dominions...
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William Shakespeare
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Bartleby the Scrivener, A Tale of Wall Street
Herman Melville
I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing that I know of has ever been written:--I mean the law-copyists or scriveners. I have known very many of them, professionally and privately, and if I pleased, could relate divers histories, at which good-natured gentlemen might smile, and sentimental souls might weep...
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Herman Melville
   
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Beast in the Jungle
Henry James
What determined the speech that startled him in the course of their encounter scarcely matters, being probably but some words spoken by himself quite without intention--spoken as they lingered and slowly moved together after their renewal of acquaintance...
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Henry James
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Beautiful and Damned
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The victor belongs to the spoils...
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Behind a Mask
Louisa May Alcott
"Has she come?" "No, Mamma, not yet." "I wish it were well over. The thought of it worries and excites me...
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Louisa May Alcott
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The Black Cat
Edgar Allan Poe
FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream...
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Edgar Allan Poe
   
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Boule de Suif
Guy de Maupassant
For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town. They were mere disorganized bands, not disciplined forces. The men wore long, dirty beards and tattered uniforms; they advanced in listless fashion, without a flag, without a leader...
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Guy de Maupassant
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The Cask Of Amontillado
Edgar Allan Poe
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could ; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged ; this was a point definitively settled - but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk...
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Edgar Allan Poe
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The Celebrated Jumping Frog Of Calaveras County
Mark Twain
In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend’s friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a lurking suspicion that Leonidas W...
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Mark Twain
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The Cherry Orchard
Anton Chekhov
CHARACTERS LUBOV ANDREYEVNA RANEVSKY (Mme. RANEVSKY), a landownerANYA, her daughter, aged seventeenVARYA (BARBARA), her adopted daughter, aged twenty-sevenLEONID ANDREYEVITCH GAEV, Mme...
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Anton Chekhov
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A Christmas Carol
Charles Dickens
MARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner...
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Charles Dickens
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Daisy Miller
Henry James
At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a particularly comfortable hotel. There are, indeed, many hotels, for the entertainment of tourists is the business of the place, which, as many travelers will remember, is seated upon the edge of a remarkably blue lake--a lake that it behooves every tourist to visit...
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Henry James
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The Darling
Anton Chekhov
OLENKA, the daughter of the retired collegiate assessor, Plemyanniakov, was sitting in her back porch, lost in thought. It was hot, the flies were persistent and teasing, and it was pleasant to reflect that it would soon be evening. Dark rainclouds were gathering from the east, and bringing from time to time a breath of moisture in the air...
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Anton Chekhov
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The Dead
James Joyce
LILY, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also...
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James Joyce
   
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The Diamond Mine
Willa Cather
I first became aware that Cressida Garnet was on board when I saw young men with cameras going up to the boat deck. In that exposed spot she was good-naturedly posing for them--amid fluttering lavender scarfs--wearing a most unseaworthy hat, her broad, vigorous face wreathed in smiles. She was too much an American not to believe in publicity...
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Willa Cather
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A Doll's House
Henrik Ibsen
(SCENE.--A room furnished comfortably and tastefully, but not extravagantly. At the back, a door to the right leads to the entrance-hall, another to the left leads to Helmer’s study...
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Henrik Ibsen
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The Fall of the House of Usher
Edgar Allan Poe
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit...
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Edgar Allan Poe
   
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Ghosts
Henrik Ibsen
[A spacious garden-room, with one door to the left, and two doors to the right. In the middle of the room a round table, with chairs about it. On the table lie books, periodicals, and newspapers...
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Henrik Ibsen
   
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The Gold-bug
Edgar Allan Poe
What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. --All in the Wrong. MANY years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr...
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Edgar Allan Poe
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Gooseberries
Anton Chekhov
THE whole sky had been overcast with rain-clouds from early morning; it was a still day, not hot, but heavy, as it is in grey dull weather when the clouds have been hanging over the country for a long while, when one expects rain and it does not come. Ivan Ivanovitch, the veterinary surgeon, and Burkin, the high-school teacher, were already tired from walking, and the fields seemed to them endless...
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Anton Chekhov
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Hamlet
William Shakespeare
Claudius, King of Denmark.Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew tothe present King.Polonius, Lord Chamberlain...
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William Shakespeare
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Heart of Darkness
Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide. The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway...
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Joseph Conrad
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