feet, everything about him was too much chiseled, overdelicate. Sitting still, he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved, his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."Is that really it? What should I do without you, Arthur? I should always be losing my things. No, I am not going to write any more now. Come out into the garden, and I will help you with your work. What is the bit you couldn't understand?" They went
counterpane!"Doctor Ward sighed, as he shook his head. "I don't pretend to know now all you mean." Calhoun whirled on him fiercely, with a vigor which his wasted frame did not indicate as possible. "Listen, then, and I will tell you what John Calhoun means--John Calhoun, who has loved his own state, who has hated those who hated him, who has never prayed for those who despitefully used him, who has fought and will fight, since all insist on that. It is true Tyler has offered
uld see no signs of anything to show that there had ever been a building erected on the spot, and I grew more puzzled than ever.Then, I heard a cry from Tonnison; he was shouting my name, excitedly, and, without delay, I hurried along the rocky promontory to the ruin. I wondered whether he had hurt himself, and then the thought came, that perhaps he had found something. I reached the crumbled wall, and climbed round. There, I found Tonnison standing within a small excavation that he had made
wly came back.Miri looked around the the people. 'Isn't anyone going to investigate?' she demanded, showing the palms of her hands. She was met by blank stares and tutted, 'Cowards.' Meru grabbed her arm, 'What are you going to do?' 'I'm going to have a look.' 'What? Are you mad?' 'No, I'm curious. This is a visit from the heavens, I must see them!' She pulled away from Meru, and walked over to the object. She gingerly raised a hand and touched the object's flank. She was surprised to find it
is so much harder, to be candid about ourselves. Let us look at ourselves as if we were so many bees and ants, not forgetting, of course, to make use of the inside information that in the case of the insects we so conspicuously lack.This does not mean that human history, once constructed according to truth-regarding principles, should and could not be used for the practical advantage of mankind. The anthropologist, however, is not, as such, concerned with the practical employment to which his
t a distance, and do not come near me, for if you touch me ever so slightly, I shall be broken in pieces; and besides, I by no means wish to come near you."Equals make the best friends. The Gnat and the Lion. A Gnat came and said to a Lion: "I do not the least fear you, nor are you stronger than I am. For in what does your strength consist? You can scratch with your claws, and bite with your teeth--so can a woman in her quarrels. I repeat that I am altogether more powerful than you;
o make sure you have the sensation of wind in your face. After I cast the spell, I want you to run into the wind, but not like a delver. I want you to run with long bounding strides that send you as much upward as they do forward. I want you to run with timing as well, one...two...three... at that pace. It has to be slow, smooth and steady. Do you understand?"Ryson nodded. "While you run, I want you to put your arms out to the side. Don't flap them or anything silly like that. You're
ere was no harm inwhat she had been doing, but it was a great secret--a secret whichshe did not even know herself.This was said with no appearance of cunning or deceit, but with anunsuspicious frankness that bore the impress of truth. She walked onas before, growing more familiar with me as we proceeded andtalking cheerfully by the way, but she said no more about her home,beyond remarking that we were going quite a new road and asking ifit were a short one. While we were thus engaged, I
led to further experiments at a distance between Miss Telbin and myself.AT 7 P.M. I drew the following diagram [Illustration] AT 7 P.M. Miss TELBIN'S drawings [Illustration] AT 7:10 P.M. I fixed my attention on a flower [Illustration] AT 7:10 P.M. Miss TELBIN obtained several incorrect scrawls, but amongst them one under which she had written the words [Illustration] "First impression" AT 7:20 P.M. I looked at a pair of opera glasses, at which I gazed first lengthwise [Illustration]
the street. Its construction, over a century and a half ago, had followed the grading and straightening of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street--at first called Back Street--was laid out as a lane winding amongst the graveyards of the first settlers, and straightened only when the removal of the bodies to the North Burial Ground made it decently possible to cut through the old family plots.At the start, the western wall had lain some twenty feet up a precipitous lawn from the
feet, everything about him was too much chiseled, overdelicate. Sitting still, he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved, his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."Is that really it? What should I do without you, Arthur? I should always be losing my things. No, I am not going to write any more now. Come out into the garden, and I will help you with your work. What is the bit you couldn't understand?" They went
counterpane!"Doctor Ward sighed, as he shook his head. "I don't pretend to know now all you mean." Calhoun whirled on him fiercely, with a vigor which his wasted frame did not indicate as possible. "Listen, then, and I will tell you what John Calhoun means--John Calhoun, who has loved his own state, who has hated those who hated him, who has never prayed for those who despitefully used him, who has fought and will fight, since all insist on that. It is true Tyler has offered
uld see no signs of anything to show that there had ever been a building erected on the spot, and I grew more puzzled than ever.Then, I heard a cry from Tonnison; he was shouting my name, excitedly, and, without delay, I hurried along the rocky promontory to the ruin. I wondered whether he had hurt himself, and then the thought came, that perhaps he had found something. I reached the crumbled wall, and climbed round. There, I found Tonnison standing within a small excavation that he had made
wly came back.Miri looked around the the people. 'Isn't anyone going to investigate?' she demanded, showing the palms of her hands. She was met by blank stares and tutted, 'Cowards.' Meru grabbed her arm, 'What are you going to do?' 'I'm going to have a look.' 'What? Are you mad?' 'No, I'm curious. This is a visit from the heavens, I must see them!' She pulled away from Meru, and walked over to the object. She gingerly raised a hand and touched the object's flank. She was surprised to find it
is so much harder, to be candid about ourselves. Let us look at ourselves as if we were so many bees and ants, not forgetting, of course, to make use of the inside information that in the case of the insects we so conspicuously lack.This does not mean that human history, once constructed according to truth-regarding principles, should and could not be used for the practical advantage of mankind. The anthropologist, however, is not, as such, concerned with the practical employment to which his
t a distance, and do not come near me, for if you touch me ever so slightly, I shall be broken in pieces; and besides, I by no means wish to come near you."Equals make the best friends. The Gnat and the Lion. A Gnat came and said to a Lion: "I do not the least fear you, nor are you stronger than I am. For in what does your strength consist? You can scratch with your claws, and bite with your teeth--so can a woman in her quarrels. I repeat that I am altogether more powerful than you;
o make sure you have the sensation of wind in your face. After I cast the spell, I want you to run into the wind, but not like a delver. I want you to run with long bounding strides that send you as much upward as they do forward. I want you to run with timing as well, one...two...three... at that pace. It has to be slow, smooth and steady. Do you understand?"Ryson nodded. "While you run, I want you to put your arms out to the side. Don't flap them or anything silly like that. You're
ere was no harm inwhat she had been doing, but it was a great secret--a secret whichshe did not even know herself.This was said with no appearance of cunning or deceit, but with anunsuspicious frankness that bore the impress of truth. She walked onas before, growing more familiar with me as we proceeded andtalking cheerfully by the way, but she said no more about her home,beyond remarking that we were going quite a new road and asking ifit were a short one. While we were thus engaged, I
led to further experiments at a distance between Miss Telbin and myself.AT 7 P.M. I drew the following diagram [Illustration] AT 7 P.M. Miss TELBIN'S drawings [Illustration] AT 7:10 P.M. I fixed my attention on a flower [Illustration] AT 7:10 P.M. Miss TELBIN obtained several incorrect scrawls, but amongst them one under which she had written the words [Illustration] "First impression" AT 7:20 P.M. I looked at a pair of opera glasses, at which I gazed first lengthwise [Illustration]
the street. Its construction, over a century and a half ago, had followed the grading and straightening of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street--at first called Back Street--was laid out as a lane winding amongst the graveyards of the first settlers, and straightened only when the removal of the bodies to the North Burial Ground made it decently possible to cut through the old family plots.At the start, the western wall had lain some twenty feet up a precipitous lawn from the