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pm | | The love affair of a bookworm (23rd Nov 22 at 12:37am UTC) | | Mrs. Rice shares her husband's love of books. Whenever a new shipment arrived, the couple would lock themselves in, kneel on the floor, unwrap their treasures, and gaze at them greedily together. Noble lady! She is the kind of wife that any good man would be proud of. They are deeply happy for each other's earthly friendship, and they are also my closest old friends. Rice went one step ahead and left. But their parting was brief. They will come together again forever to share in the vast and eternal joy. There such joy awaits the lovers of all good books. That is where they will meet when the words of virtue are finally signed mournfully on the copyright page at the end of their earthly lives. Although Rice lived for twenty-six years after he sold his extraordinary collection, he did not collect such a collection of books (he preferred to call it a library). His first collection was so remarkable that he preferred to enjoy the fame it brought and leave it at that. Perhaps he is wise. But why do so few collectors follow his example? Speaking of myself, I have no doubt that if my collection of books is destroyed by fire or water tonight, I will start collecting another collection of books tomorrow. Or (if I don't) just lie down and die. For how can I go on living without this friendship to which I have become accustomed, without this friendship which is as precious to me as life itself? Whenever Judge Mayhew was in a funny mood and willing to tease me, he would ask me if I remembered that time when I suddenly had the spirit to turn over a new leaf and signed a solemn oath in the name of God that I would never buy books again. Victor Hugo said that teasing is the malice of the good. Judge Mayhew meant no harm when he thought of my weakness — a weakness that had persisted throughout my career. No, I haven't forgotten that time. I remember with a shudder of horror that at that distant time,Wheel tape measure, if I had carried out the plan I had devised, it would have been the saddest thing in my life. Dr. Orrell has an interesting theory, which you can find in the published Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (Volume XXXIV, page 216). Or (if you don't have access to a copy of this literature), you may be able to learn from the doctor's conclusions. The doctor's conclusion is that a bookworm does not deserve to be called a "bookworm" until he has shown a second clinical sign and symptom. There is no known cure for second-stage bookworms,Pi tape measure, and the few reported cases that have been cured are undoubtedly not bookworms at all, or at least, we can call them fake bookworms or weak bookworms. False bookworm, "said Dr. Orrell," is the beginning of madness — nothing more than the front porch leading to the main building — and the usual symptoms are: flushed face, glowing eyes, rapid pulse, shortness of breath. It is not uncommon for such a period of excitement to be followed by collapse, Fish measuring board ,horse weight tape, and we will find that the patient is pale, pulsatile and depressed. He was haunted and tormented by imaginary horrors, he reproached himself for false sins, and he begged pitifully for relief from imaginary dangers. The patient is still in an unstable state at this time, unless his case is handled wisely, so that he will pass from the crazy sweet to the depressed healing period, and be doomed to a completely useless life. "But," continued Dr. Orel, "with proper treatment and special care (if his spirit requires it), he can be safely brought out of this stage of exhaustion into a state of heightened excitement, which is the true (or second) stage of bookworm. There is no precedent for a cure for this condition in humans. Even if I don't know from personal experience whether this is correct or not, I should trust Dr. Orrell's judgment in this matter. Dr. Orrell is the most famous authority on bookworms and their diseases.
It was he who (at the risk of violating professional ethics) discovered the bookworm Bacillus, and, more importantly and to his greater credit, he invented an exquisite reagent. This reagent is now used by colleagues everywhere as a diagnostic method in cases where the presence of bookworm bacteria (in other words, bookworm bacteria) is suspected. I once injected a milligram of this agent into the femoral artery of Miss Susan's cat in the manner of a scientist. Within an hour, for the first time in his life, this precocious brute slipped into my study and ate the cover of my beloved edition of Rabelais. This confirmed the validity of the diagnosis, and must have satisfied Dr. Aurel, as well as Judge Mayhew, who had always thought that Rabelais was an old mouse. Ｗww.xiaoshＵotxt.cＯm The Fun of Collecting Pictures (1) Novel txt Paradise Many years ago, I became convinced (as did Judge Mayhew) that there was nothing new under the sun. I think it was when we were in London, and when we were deeply involved in the craze of bookworms, that we came to such an important conclusion. We have pursued the extreme pleasure of "collecting pictures" with a crazy enthusiasm, which is sometimes called "stealing pictures". Those who love this activity call it the former, while those who hate it call it the latter. We were busy illustrating Boswell's biography of Johnson, and at one time collected about eleven thousand printed illustrations. At this time, we met an obstacle, which we could not overcome. We both felt that our work would be incomplete,Surveyors tape measure, and therefore futile, if we had not collected the picture of the great lexicographer knocking down Osborn, the bookseller in front of Green's Hotel. tapemeasure.net | |
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