All that is necessary to do with this drink is to place it in an open saucer on the window sill and inhale deeply from across the ...room. In about eight seconds the top of the inhaler's head rises slowly and in a dignified manner until it reaches the ceiling where it floats, bumping gently up and down. The teeth then drop out and arrange themselves on the floor to spell "Portage High School, 1930" the eyes roll upward and backward, and a strange odor of burning rubber fills the room.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here was a big constructive imagination; here was a mere doctor laying bare the origins of Greek drama as no classical scholar had... ever done, teaching the anthropologist what was really meant by his totem and taboo, probing the mysteries of sin, of sanctity, of sacrament--a man who, because he understood, purged the human spirit from fear. I have no confidence in psycho-analysis as a method of therapeutics ... but I am equally sure that for generations almost every branch of human knowledge will be enriched and illumined by the imagination of Freud.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We had hardly got out of the streets of Bangor before I began to be exhilarated by the sight of the wild fir and spruce tops, and ...those of other primitive evergreens, peering through the mist in the horizon. It was like the sight and odor of cake to a schoolboy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I would have every man so much like a wild antelope, so much a part and parcel of nature, that his very person should thus sweetly... advertise our senses of his presence, and remind us of those parts of nature which he most haunts. I feel no disposition to be satirical, when the trapper's coat emits the odor of musquash even; it is a sweeter scent to me than that which commonly exhales from the merchant's or the scholar's garments. When I go into their wardrobes and handle their vestments, I am reminded of no grassy plains and flowery meads ... but of dusty merchants' exchanges and libraries rather.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The spring over there takes you by the throat, the flowers blooming by the thousands over white walls. If you strolled around for ...an hour in the hills surrounding my town, you would return with the odor of honey in your clothes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything comes to him From the middle of his field. The odor... Of earth penetrates more deeply than any word. There he touches his being. There as he is He is.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What gave peculiar sanctity to numbers? Why were a million people, who all resembled each other, any way more interesting than one... person? What aspiration could she help to put into the mind of this great million-armed monster that would make it worth her love or respect? Religion? A thousand powerful churches were doing their best, and she could see no chance for a new faith of which she was to be the inspired prophet. Ambition? High popular ideals? Passion for whatever is lofty and pure? The very words irritated her.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »