Soon after the Indian houses came in sight, but I could not at first tell my companion which of two or three large white ones was ...our guide's. He said it was the one with blinds.... We stopped for an hour at his house, where my companion shaved with his razor, which he pronounced in very good condition. Mrs. P. wore a hat and had a silver brooch on her breast, but she was not introduced to us. The house was roomy and neat. A large new map of Oldtown and the Indian Island hung on the wall, and a clock opposite to it. Wishing to know when the cars left Oldtown, Polis's son brought one of the last Bangor papers, which I saw was directed to "Joseph Polis," from the office. This was the last that I saw of Joe Polis. We took the last train, and reached Bangor that night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Beware the/easy griefs, that fool and fuel nothing./It is too easy to cry "AFRIKA!"/and shock thy street,/and purse thy mouth,/and... go home to thy "Gunsmoke," to/thy "Gilligan's Island" and the NFL.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Paul de Bursac: You don't think much of me, Captain Morgan. You're wondering why they have chosen me for this mission. I wonder to...o. As you know, I am not a brave man. On the contrary, I'm always frightened. I wish I could borrow your nature for awhile, Captain. When you meet danger, you never think of anything except how you will circumvent it. The word failure does not even exist for you. While I, I think always, suppose I fail and that I am frightened. Harry Morgan: Yeah, I can easily see how it wouldn't take much courage to get a notorious patriot off Devils' Island. But uh, but just for professional reasons, I'd like to know how you're going to do it. Paul de Bursac: We will find a way. It might fail, and if it does and I'm, I'm still alive, I will try to pass on my information, my mission, to someone else, perhaps to a better man who does not fail. Because there is always someone else. That is the mistake the Germans always make with people they try to destroy. There will be always someone else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had been sitting in my mother's house in a small town in Rhode Island watching the Miss America Pageant, as we always did. After... the telecast, I went into the kitchen with my bathrobe tied around by neck singing, "Therrrre She Is, Miss A-mer-i-caaa!" And that very next year I was there on that stage, with God knows how many people watching, and millions of seventeen-year-old women sitting in their living rooms watching the Miss America Pageant. Well, I was so emotionally touched by the whole moment that I was hysterical crying! That I was there, and that there were millions of people watching me, dreaming about doing it someday.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In ancient times--'twas no great loss-- They hung the thief upon the cross:... But now, alas!--I say't with grief-- They hang the cross upon the thief.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »