Diana's Short Stories

The Rev. Brown, the Wesleyan minister, sturdily declares that he cares nothing for creeds, but only for education; meanwhile, in truth, the wildest Wesleyanism is tearing his soul. It is a fight of creeds masquerading as policies. I think these reverend gentlemen do themselves wrong; I think they are more pious than they will admit. Theology is not (as some suppose) expunged as an error.

 

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His home was quite unlike Edward's, though he also lived with his aunt. The boy's home was very dirty and very small, and nothing in it was ever in its right place. There was no furniture to speak of. The servants did not wear white caps with long streamers, because there were no servants. His uncle was a dock labourer and his aunt went out washing. 

 

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"Howsever, we must humour the vagabonds, first to get your father and Hurry out of their hands, and next to keep the peace atween us, until such time as the Sarpent there can make out to get off his betrothed wife. I'd throw in half a dozen of them effigy bow and arrow men, such as we've in plenty in the chist.”

 

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Getting their bows ready, they advanced with caution, and soon came upon a sad sight the dead body of a native, beside which crouched a large black dog.  At first, they thought the dog had killed the man, and were about to shoot it when Stubbs exclaimed,
"Hold on! don't you see he must have tumbled over the cliff?"

 

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She saw that each of the four sides of the wall was pierced by gigantic gates made of bronze—all the gates opening upon broad streets which crossed one another, so that the whole city was divided into squares, filled with gardens and houses. The broad river flowed through it from north to south, and over the river hung a mighty bridge, at each end of which was a palace.

 

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The most ancient record of medicine and pharmacy known was discovered at Kahun in 1889, near the pyramid of Illahun in the ruins of an ancient town, which had apparently been inhabited by the builders of the pyramid. It dates from the twelfth dynasty, B.C. 2700 to 2500, more than a thousand years before the Exodus.

 

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Before the Princess left, the mother of the Sun gave her a roast chicken to eat, and advised her to take great care of the bones, which she did, wrapping them up in a bundle. She then threw away her second pair of shoes, which were quite worn out, and with her child on her arm and her staff in her hand, she set forth on her way to the Wind.

 

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He was at the Court of the Shogun, or he had weighty affairs at the capital, or he went here and there with armies and overcame his enemies. Aya saw little of him. Long years she dwelt with her nurse and her maidens within the walls of her father’s castle. High walls were they and well guarded, and at their foot was a deep moat which was rosy with lotus flowers all the seventh month.

 

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Imagine a Napster for French literature; everyone could have Madame Bovary and only the first purchaser would have to pay for it. The same is true for the drug company that invests millions in screening and testing various drug candidates and ends up with a new antibiotic that is both safe and effective, but which can be copied for pennies. 

 

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In such a spectrum of the arts, each one occupies a definite place, and all together form a series of which music and architecture are the two extremes. According to the Hindu Aryan theory, the world might be born, fell asunder into man and wife became in other words name and form.  The two universal aspects of name and form are what philosophers call the two "modes of consciousness," one of time, and the other of space.

 

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