Man moves in all modes, by legs of horses, by wings of winds, by steam, by gas of balloon, by electricity, and stands on tiptoe th...reatening to hunt the eagle in his own element.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Though most of us don't hunt, our eyes are still the great monopolists of our senses. To taste or touch your enemy or your food, y...ou have to be unnervingly close to it. To smell or hear it, you can risk being further off. But vision can rush through the fields and up the mountains, travel across time, country, and parsecs of outer space, and collect bushel baskets of information as it goes. Animals that hear high frequencies better than we do--bats and dolphins, for instance--seem to see richly with their ears, hearing geographically, but for us the world becomes most densely informative, most luscious, when we take it in through our eyes. It may even be that abstract thinking evolved from our eyes' elaborate struggle to make sense of what they saw. Seventy percent of the body's sense receptors cluster in the eyes, and it is mainly through seeing the world that we appraise and understand it. Lovers close their eyes when they kiss because, if they didn't, there would be too many visual distractions to notice and analyze.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In communist society, where nobody has one exclusive sphere of activity but each can become accomplished in any branch he wishes, ...society regulates the general production and thus makes it possible for me to do one thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticize after dinner, just as I have a mind, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, shepherd or critic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The nearest the modern general or admiral comes to a small-arms encounter of any sort is at a duck hunt in the company of corporat...ion executives at the retreat of Continental Motors, Inc.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs,... And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The next summer I saw a sloop from Chatham dragging for anchors and chains just off this shore.... It is a singular employment, at... which men are regularly hired and paid for their industry, to hunt to-day in pleasant weather for anchors which have been lost,--the sunken faith and hope of mariners, to which they trusted in vain; now, perchance,... if the roadsteads of the spiritual ocean could be thus dragged, what rusty flukes of hope deceived and parted chain cables of faith might again be windlassed aboard! enough to sink the finder's craft, or stock new navies to the end of time. The bottom of the sea is strewn with anchors, some deeper and some shallower, and alternately covered and uncovered by the sand, perchance with a small length of iron cable still attached,--to which where is the other end? So many unconcluded tales to be continued another time. So, if we had diving-bells adapted to the spiritual deeps, we should see anchors with their cables attached, as thick as eels in vinegar, all wriggling vainly toward their holding-ground. But that is not treasure for us which another man has lost; rather it is for us to seek what no other man has found or can find,--not be Chatham men, dragging for anchors.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How much more interesting an event is that man's supper who has just been forth in the snow to hunt, nay, you might say, steal, th...e fuel to cook it with! His bread and meat are sweet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »