“Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball-I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me-I am part or particle of God” — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
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Daughter: “Felt boots are not the correct thing.”
Father: “Yes they are clumsy, I’ll have to get leather ones.” The father fell ill and his deportation to Siberia was postponed.
Daughter: “You are not at all ill, father. Look, you have your coat and boots on….”
Father: “I long to be exiled to Siberia. One could sit somewhere by the Yenissey or Obi river and fish, and on the ferry there would be nice little convicts, emigrants…. Here I hate everything: this lilac tree in front of the window, these gravel paths….”
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A bedroom. The light of the moon shines so brightly through the window that even the buttons on his night shirt are visible.
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A nice man would feel ashamed even before a dog….
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A certain Councillor of State, looking at a beautiful landscape, said:
“What a marvelous function of nature!” From the note-book of an old
dog: “People don’t eat slops and bones which the cooks throw away.
Fools!”* * * * *
He had nothing in his soul except recollections of his schooldays.
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–From Anton Chekhov’s Note-Books.
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