You have been here only a short time, Mr. Barnard. You cannot know what it is to live here month upon month, year after year, brea...thing this infernal air, absorbing the miasma of barbarity that permeates these walls, especially this chamber.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My weary limbs are scarcely stretched for repose, before red dawn peeps into my chamber window, and the birds in the whispering le...aves over the roof, apprise me by their sweetest notes that another day of toil awaits me. I arise, the harness is hastily adjusted and once more I step upon the tread-mill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All stars stand close in summer air And tremble, and look mild as amber;... When wicks are lighted in the chamber You might say stars were settling there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our Sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our Senses. It fills the Mind with the largest Variety of Ideas, converse...s with its Objects at the greatest Distance, and continues the longest in Action without being tired or satiated with its proper Enjoyments. The Sense of Feeling can indeed give us a Notion of Extension, Shape, and all other Ideas that enter at the Eye, except Colours; but at the same time it is very much straightened and confined in its Operations, to the Number, Bulk, and Distance of its particular Objects. Our Sight seems designed to supply all these Defects, and may be considered as a more delicate and diffusive kind of Touch, that spreads its self over an infinite Multitude of Bodies, comprehends the largest Figures, and brings into our reach some of the most remote Parts of the Universe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you'v...e been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and c...omedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not, the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But it is the same thing we are all seeing, Our world. Go after it,... Go get it boy, says the man holding the stick. Eat, says the hunger, and we plunge blindly in again, Into the chamber behind the thought.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Another day. Deliberations are recessed In an iron-blue chamber of that afternoon... On which we wore things and looked well at A slab of business rising behind the stars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you need a certain vitality you can only supply it yourself, or there comes a point, anyway, when no one's actions but your own... seem dramatically convincing and justifiable in the plot that the number of your days concocts.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »