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| | 2 | Author: | Twain, Mark: related material: Ade, George | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mark Twain and the Old Time Subscription Book  | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MARK TWAIN should be doubly blessed for
saving the center table from utter dullness. Do you remember that
center table of the seventies? The marbled top showed glossy in the
subdued light that filtered through the lace curtains, and it was clammy
cold even on hot days. The heavy mahogany legs were chiseled into
writhing curves from which depended stern geometrical designs or
possibly bunches of grapes. The Bible had the place of honor and was
flanked by subscription books. In those days the house never became
cluttered with the ephemeral six best sellers. The new books came a
year apart, and each was meant for the center table, and it had to be so
thick and heavy and emblazoned with gold that it could keep company with
the bulky and high-priced Bible. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 3 | Author: | Aesop | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Fables | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to
lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the
Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him:
"Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated
the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then
said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied
the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf,
"You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet
drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink
to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying,
"Well! I won't remain supperless, even though you refute every
one of my imputations." The tyrant will always find a pretext for
his tyranny. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 12 | Author: | Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Struggling Upward | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | One Saturday afternoon in January a lively and animated
group of boys were gathered on the western side of a large pond
in the village of Groveton. Prominent among them was a tall,
pleasant-looking young man of twenty-two, the teacher of the
Center Grammar School, Frederic Hooper, A.B., a recent graduate
of Yale College. Evidently there was something of importance
on foot. What it was may be learned from the words of the teacher. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 15 | Author: | Anderson, Sherwood, 1876-1941 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Apology for Crudity | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time I have believed that crudity is an inevitable
quality in the production of a really significant present-day
American literature. How indeed is one to escape the obvious fact
that there is as yet no native subtlety of thought or living among us?
And if we are a crude and childlike people how can our literature
hope to escape the influence of that fact? Why indeed should we
want it to escape? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 17 | Author: | Anderson, Sherwood, 1876-1941 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The New Englander | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HER name was Elsie Leander and her girlhood was spent on her
father's farm in Vermont. For several generations the
Leanders had all lived on the same farm and had all married thin
women, and so she was thin. The farm lay in the shadow of a
mountain and the soil was not very rich. From the beginning and
for several generations there had been a great many sons and few
daughters in the family. The sons had gone west or to New York
City and the daughters had stayed at home and thought such
thoughts as come to New England women who see the sons of their
father's neighbours slipping, away, one by one, into the West. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 18 | Author: | Anderson, Sherwood, 1876-1941 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Rabbit-pen | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN a wire pen beside the gravel path, Fordyce, walking in the
garden of his friend Harkness and imagining marriage, came upon a
tragedy. A litter of new-born rabbits lay upon the straw scattered
about the pen. They were blind; they were hairless; they were
blue-black of body; they oscillated their heads in mute appeal. In
the center of the pen lay one of the tiny things, dead. Above the
little dead body a struggle went on. The mother rabbit fought the
father furiously. A wild fire was in her eyes. She rushed at the
huge fellow again and again. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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