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 »
Lady ---- is safely delivered of a son, to the great joy of that noble family. The expression, of a woman's having brought her hus...band a son, seems to be a proper and cautious one; for it is never said, from whence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep;... The posture, that we give the dead, Points out the soul's eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands-- The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MAMA: Son--how come you talk so much 'bout money? WALTER: Because it is life, Mama!... MAMA: Oh--So now it's life. Money is life. Once upon a time freedom used to be life--now it's money. I guess the world really do change ... WALTER: No--it was always money, Mama. We just didn't know about it. MAMA: No ... something has changed. You something new, boy. In my time we was worried about not being lynched and getting to the North if we could and how to stay alive and still have a pinch of dignity too.... Now here come you and Beneatha--talking 'bout things we ain't never even thought about hardly, me and your daddy. You ain't satisfied or proud of nothing we done. I mean that you had a home; that we kept you out of trouble till you was grown; that you don't have to ride to work on the back of nobody's streetcar--You my children--but how different we done become.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he'll say, "Good evening, Mr. Younger...." And I'll say, "Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?" And I'll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we'll kiss each other and she'll take my arm and we'll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.... All the great schools in the world! And--and I'll say, all right son--it's your seventeenth birthday, what is it you've decided?... Just tell me, what it is you want to be--and you'll be it.... Whatever you want to be--Yessir! You just name it, so ... and I hand you the world!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A woman who'd lost her first son consoled us with an angel gone ahead... to pray for our family-- gone into that sky seeking oxygen, gone into autopsy,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »