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...except when he loafed through the winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhaver to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have ...

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...Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not... ...d. Then it seemed as though I were being dragged over rasping sands, white and hot in the sun. This gave place to a sense of intolerable anguish. My s... ...he grease with which it was scummed put my teeth on edge, — I reached across a hot cooking range to the offending utensil, unhooked it, and wedged it ... ...tever. Everybody seemed interested in what was going on amidships. There, on a hatch, a large man was lying on his back. He was fully clothed, though ... ...d its contents over the prostrate man. Pacing back and forth the length of the hatchway, and savagely chewing the end of a cigar, was the man whose ca... ...ime jerking his thumb in the direction of the man who paced up and down by the hatchway. Thus I was given to understand that he was the captain, the “... ...lted and dripping its contents to the deck. The dying man beat a tattoo on the hatch with his heels, straightened out his legs, and stiffened in one g... .... “‘O the blazing tropic night, when the wake’s a welt of light That holds the hot sky tame, And the steady forefoot snores through the planet powder... ...d the railing, and his hand, with his weight behind it, landed squarely on the hot surface. There was a sizzle and odor of burning flesh, and a sharp c...

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...in fog, a puff of faint haze, rose from the opening. The ascending air was hot, and had a heavy, sooty, paraffiny smell. I gave one sniff, and put dow... ... combustion refused to be stifled. “We resolved to try water, and took the hatches off. Enor- mous volumes of smoke, whitish, yellowish, thick, greasy... ...and in this way managed in time to pour lots of Indian Ocean into the main hatch. The bright stream flashed in sunshine, fell into a layer of white cr... ... good feeling. Sometimes a man, as he dashed a bucketful of water down the hatchway, would yell out, ‘Hurrah for Bankok!’ and the rest laughed. But ge... ...ch before how twisted and bowed he was. He and Mahon prowled soberly about hatches and ventilators, sniffing. It struck me suddenly poor Mahon was a v... ... Jove! we are being blown up— Everybody’s dead—I am falling into the after-hatch—I see fire in it.’ “The coal-dust suspended in the air of the hold ha... ...ng slightly above the ship. The cat-heads had burned away, and the two red-hot anchors had gone to the bottom, tearing out after them two hundred fath... ...s had gone to the bottom, tearing out after them two hundred fathom of red-hot chain. The ship trembled, the mass of flame swayed as if ready to colla... ...in and brought him away at last. It was time. The ironwork on the poop was hot to the touch. “Then the painter of the long-boat was cut, and the three...

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...ail; some, drawing water over the side, sluiced each other; a few slept on hatches, while several small parties of six sat on their heels surrounding ... ... languages mangled the very pidgin-English cruelly. He pointed at the open hatch. “Catchee number one piecie place to sleep in. Eh?” He was gruff, as ... ...friendly. The Chinaman, gazing sad and speechless into the darkness of the hatchway, seemed to stand at the head of a yawning grave. “No catchee rain ... ...e and refined melancholy, glanced out of his almond eyes from Jukes to the hatch and back again. “V elly good,” he murmured, in a disconsolate underto... ...s, motionless and implacable. “Do you mean to say we are going to catch it hot?” asked Jukes with boyish interest. “Say? … I say nothing. Y ou don’t c... ...ricane, dwelt in the still warmth of the air. There was in it the smell of hot metal, of oil, and a slight mist of steam. The blows of the sea seemed ... ...ring lips, his insolent face, and with another clang closed like the white-hot wink of an iron eye. “Where’s the blooming ship? Can you tell me? blast... ...mself the beginnings of anger. Want of something to do — indeed… . Full of hot scorn against the chief, he turned to go the way he had come. In the st... ... wasn’t for that damned Siamese flag. Nobody to go to — or I would make it hot for him. The fraud! Told his chief engineer — that’s another fraud for ...

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... by the neck and the slack of his overcoat, and ran him forward to where a hatchway, not two feet across, opened in the deck. With- out ado, he flung ... ...socks, and a plug of tobacco. Above him, down the contracted square of the hatch, came the bel- lowing of the Captain’s voice: “There’s your fit-out, ... .... Only by results could the change be guessed at. He went down the forward hatch at the toe of Kitchell’s boot—silk-hatted, melton-overcoated, patent-... ...etween the inebri- ated plunges of the schooner. He descended the fo’c’sle hatch. The Chinamen were already there, sitting on the edges of their bunks... ... weather grew warmer. The fifth day out from San Francisco it was actually hot. The pitch grew soft in the “Bertha Millner’s” deck seams, the masts sw... ..., and the water once more began to talk beneath the bow-sprit. It was very hot. The sun spun silently like a spinning brass discus over the mainmast. ... ... stood listening. The “Bertha Millner” was absolutely quiet. The night was hot and still; the new moon, canted over like a sinking galleon, was low ov... ...ted to reply, waiting to take his cue from what next she should say. “It’s hot enough to 73 Frank Norris sleep where we are,” she added, “without goi... ... one of the bay heads was all distorted and stratified by a mirage. It was hot already. Moran was sitting a few paces from him, braiding her hair. “He...

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.... [Kisses her .] PAGE: Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down al... ...for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i’ the town? ANNE... ...re to keep him above deck. MISTRESS PAGE : So will I: if he come under my hatches, I’ll never to sea again. Let’s be revenged on him: let’s appoint h... ...llimaufry: Ford, perpend. FORD: Love my wife! PISTOL: With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou, Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels: ... ...no gibbet for you. Go. A short knife and a throng! To your manor of Pickt hatch! Go. You’ll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! You stand upon your ... ...ease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse shoe; think of that,—hissing hot,—think of... ...STAFF: The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the minute draws on. Now, the hot blooded gods assist me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europ...

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... Mr.Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome: come, 181 we haue a hot Venison pasty to dinner; Come gentle-men, 182 I hope we shall drin... ...0 stew’d Prunes) and by my troth, I cannot abide the smell 261 of hot meate since. Why doe your dogs barke so? be 262 there Beares ith’ ... ... him aboue decke. 635 Mi.Page. So will I: if hee come vnder my hatches, 636 Ile neuer to Sea againe: Let’s bee reueng’d on him: let’s... ...d. 658 Ford. Loue my wife? 659 Pist. With liuer, burning hot: preuent: 660 Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he, with 661 Ring-... ... you: goe, a short knife, and a 789 throng, to your Mannor of Pickt- hatch: goe, you’ll not 790 beare a Letter for mee you roague? you stan... ...dish) 1786 to be throwne into the Thames, and 1787 coold, glowing- hot, in that serge like a Horse- shoo; 1788 thinke of that; hissing hot... ...Windsor- bell hath stroke twelue: the Mi-nute 2483 drawes- on: Now the hot- bloodied- Gods assist me: 2484 Remember Ioue, thou was’t a Bull fo...

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...th that curt, austere ac- cent of the man in charge, till, again, when the hatches are on, and in a silent and expectant ship, he shall speak up from ... ...behind his ear, kept one eye aloft upon his riggers and the other down the hatchway on the stevedores, and watched the disposition of his ship’s cargo... ...cargo is not stowed in any sense; it is simply dumped into her through six hatchways, 41 Joseph Conrad more or less, by twelve winches or so, with cl... ...nd fed up to the ship in regular quantities every day. After drinking some hot coffee, like an Arctic explorer set- ting off on a sledge journey towar... ...ity. At tide-time you would see one of the loaded ships with battened-down hatches drop out of the ranks and float in the clear space of the dock, hel... ...ronized by the cooks and stewards of the fleet, the voice of a man crying “Hot saveloys!” at the end of George Street, where the cheap eating- houses ... ...their world, or only a dole of food for their hunger. If not always in the hot mood to smash, he is always stealthily ready for a drowning. The most a... ...hes. No, they were not princesses. Their unrestrained laughter filling the hot, fern-clad ravine had a soul- less limpidity, as of wild, inhuman dwell... ... Dominic un- awares. His thick black moustaches, curled every morning with hot tongs by the barber at the corner of the quay, seemed to hide a perpetu...

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...as laid on one end only of the long table, and the punkah was stirring the hot air lazily—mostly above a barren waste of polished wood. We were four a... ...den himself of his eternal grievance against Hamilton. The man kept him in hot water with the Harbour Office as to the state of his accounts. He wishe... ...the deeper slum- ber. I watched the town recede still and soundless in the hot night, till the abrupt hail, “Steam-launch, ahoy!” made me spin round f... ..., long- legged man, with a closely clipped gray beard. His meagre hand was hot and dry. He declared feverishly: “I am hanged if I would have waited an... ...rk radiated from her. An enormous bulk of teak- wood timber swung over her hatchway; lifeless matter, look- ing heavier and bigger than anything aboar... ...e a mere passing show. The very gang of yellow coolies busy about the main hatch was less substantial than the stuff dreams are made of. For who on ea... ...ef mate?” I asked. “In the hold, I think, sir. I saw him go down the after-hatch ten minutes ago.” “Tell him I am on board.” The mahogany table under ... ...eps no reckoning of lives.” Deep within the tarnished ormulu frame, in the hot half-light sifted through the awning, I saw my own face propped be- twe... ...made out the shapes of exhausted men drooping over the rails, collapsed on hatches. One hung over the after-capstan, sobbing for breath, and I stood a...

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...knowledge. GLOUCESTER: But you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do somebody good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Marry, a... ...ompany, my brother Gloucester; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches: thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand fearfu... ...caster That had befall’n us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, ... ...esby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot, As he will lose his head ere give consent His master’s son, as worsh... ...wind of misery! O my accursed womb, the bed of death! A cockatrice hast thou hatch’d to the world, Whose unavoided eye is murderous. LORD STANLEY : C... ...od that the inclusive verge Of golden metal that must round my brow Were red hot steel, to sear me to the brain! Anointed let me be with deadly venom,...

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...d, then, contrary to the Swan, the Partridge, and Pigeon, takes no care to hatch, to feed, or cherish his own brood, but is senseless, though they per... ... said to be against nature: it is like taking the dam on the nest when she hatches her young, a sin so against nature, that Almighty God hath in the L... ...ticular way: Go to the same hole in which I caught my Chub, where, in most hot days, you will find a dozen or twenty Chevens floating near the top of ... ...to fish in such a manner. And after this manner you may catch a Trout in a hot evening: when, as you walk by a brook, and shall see or hear him leap a... ...e hereafter, and of divers other baits. But take this for a rule, that, in hot weather, he is to be fished for towards the mid water, or near the top;... ...not how: and this may be believed, if we consider that when the raven hath hatched her eggs, she takes no further care, but leaves her young ones to t... ...67 cow dung, or hog’s dung, rather than horse dung, which is somewhat too hot and dry for that worm. But the best of them are to be found in the bark... ...thickened and condensed, are by the sun’s gen erative heat, most of them, hatched, and in three days made living creatures. and these of several shap... ...t of sight, you shall cer tainly have sport if there be Trouts; yea, in a hot day, but especially in the evening of a hot day, you will have sport. A...

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...ght be nothing but a good coat of tropical tanning; but I never heard of a hot sun’s tanning a white man into a purplish yellow one. How- ever, I had ... ...he cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the toma- hawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But t... ...ane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage’s side, as if it were a hatchet-faced baby. A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a stran... ...not speak of all Queequeg’s peculiarities here; how he eschewed coffee and hot rolls, and applied his undivided attention to beefsteaks, done rare. En... ...gladly would I come down from this mast- 56 Moby Dick head and sit on the hatches there where you sit, and listen as you listen, while some one of yo... ...st and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are. When a new-hatched savage running wild about his native woodlands in a grass clout, fo... ... Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast- head, and then concluded ... ...lask—good-bye and good luck to ye all—and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!” “God bless ye... ...arnest man, and though born on an icy coast, seemed well adapted to endure hot latitudes, his flesh being hard as twice-baked biscuit. Transported to ...

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...ght be nothing but a good coat of tropical tanning; but I never heard of a hot sun’s tanning a white man into a purplish yellow one. However, I had ne... ...nn 35 cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire. But th... ...ane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage’s side, as if it were a hatchet faced baby. A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a stran... ...t speak of all Queequeg’s peculiarities here; how he eschewed cof fee and hot rolls, and applied his undivided attention to beefsteaks, done rare. En... ...e. And now how gladly would I come down from this mast head and sit on the hatches there where you sit, and listen as you listen, while some one of yo... ...st and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are. When a new hatched savage running wild about his native woodlands in a grass clout, fo... ...e Peleg came running out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast head, and then concluded b... ...— good bye, and good luck to ye all — and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!” “God bless ye... ...arnest man, and though born on an icy coast, seemed well adapted to endure hot latitudes, his flesh being hard as twice baked biscuit. Transported to ...

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...saved; and the old man and his daughter are clasped to bloody bosoms, with hot tears, and borne home in triumph of Vive la Nation, the killers refusin... ...ng. Kings themselves, not in desperation, but only in difficulty, have sat hatch- 43 Thomas Carlyle ing, for year and day (nay De Thou says, for seve... ...; Protector of Priests, Suspender of virtuous Petions, and his unfortunate Hot-grown-cold, detestable to Patriotism. He dies lamented of Europe; his b... ... Paris Court of the Sev- enteenth; which proceeds far quicker. Accordingly hot Fournier from Martinique, Fournier l’Americain, is off, missioned by Co... ...has instituted itself: enter not Paris, or that will judge you!—What shall hot Fournier do? It was his duty, as volunteer Constable, had he been a per... ...acter and Constable; perhaps one of the more imperfect. 45 Thomas Carlyle Hot Fournier, ordered to turn thither by one Authority, to turn thither by ... ... of Biscay, a greasy dingy little Merchantship, with Scotch skipper; under hatches whereof sit, disconsolate,—the last forlorn nucleus of Girondism, t... ...lons of Revolutionary Committee, and Paris Prison. The rest sit here under hatches; reverend Petion with his grey hair, angry Buzot, suspicious Louvet... ...omed craft, that gabarre; about eleven at night; with Ninety Priests under hatches? They are going to Belle Isle? In the middle of the Loire stream, o...

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...ng to find out what’ll amuse him, I guess. Florida, Adirondacks, Lakewood, Hot Springs, New York, and round again. He isn’t much more than a sec- ond-... ... was dropped into a dark, heaving hole, where men in oil- skins gave him a hot drink and took off his clothes, and he fell asleep. When he waked he li... ... beauty of this joke dawned on him. “Say, Dad!” he shouted up the foc’ sle hatch, “he says you kin slip down an’ see him ef you’re anxious that way . ... ... o’ the East Wind”—Troop seemed to be talking to himself— ”he tripped on a hatch an’ butted the mainmast with his head—hardish. ‘Baout three weeks aft... ...me work first, though.” He pointed down into the darkness of the open main-hatch between the two masts. “What’ s that for? It’ s all empty ,” said Har... ... the mere thought of the mis- take he might have made would cover him with hot, uneasy blushes in his bunk. “There is no to be thankful for to me!” sa... ...g to and fro exactly as Manuel had done. Disko in the cabin growled up the hatchway , and they could hear him suck his pencil. “Wan hunder an’ forty-n... ... tongues and sounds, mixed with scraps of pork and fried potato, a loaf of hot bread, and some black and powerful coffee. Hungry as they were, they wa... ...n the Miss Jim Buck, 1 outside Beau-fort Har- bor, with Fort Macon heavin’ hot shot at our stern, an’ a livin’ gale atop of all. Where was you then, D...

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...w From the still vex’d Bermoothes, there she’s hid: The mariners all under hatches stow’d; Who, with a charm join’d to their suffer’d labor, I have le... ...no bed right shall be paid Till Hymen’s torch be lighted: but vain; Mars’s hot minion is returned again; Her waspish headed son has broke his arrows, ... ...ere didst thou leave these varlets? ARIEL: I told you, sir, they were red hot with drinking; So fun of valor that they smote the air For breathing in... ...invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this pla... ... to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And—how we know not—all clapp’d under hatches; Where but even now with strange and several noises Of roaring, shr...

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...still- vext Bermoothes, there she’s hid; 349 The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed, 350 Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour ... ...paid 1757 Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, 1758 Marses hot Minion is returnd againe, 1759 Her waspish headed sonne, has broke ... ... thou leaue these varlots? 1844 Ar. I told you Sir, they were red- hot with drinking, 1845 So full of valour, that they smote the ayre - ... ..., 2055 There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe 2056 Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat- swaine 2057 Being awake, enforce them... ...ou: we were dead of sleepe, 2220 And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, 2221 Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses 2...

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...enjoyment. A moment or two later she paused with a sigh. “Oh, dear, I’m so hot and thirsty—and what a hideous place New Y ork is!” She looked despairi... ...its finest efflorescence, as the mud and sleet of a winter night enclose a hot-house filled with tropical flowers. All this was in the natural order o... ...gth a slip of paper was handed him, and he read on it: “Care of Mrs. Norma Hatch, Emporium Hotel,” his apprehension passed into an incredu- lous stare... ...nscious of entering a new world. Carry’s vague present- ment of Mrs. Norma Hatch (whose reversion to her Christian name was explained as the result of... ... the line her friend was to take; she owned herself unacquainted with Mrs. Hatch, whom she “knew about” through Melville Stancy, a lawyer in his leisu... ...tering. It was, however, only figuratively that the illumi- nation of Mrs. Hatch’s world could be described as dim: in actual fact, Lily found her sea... ...ily had not been long in this pallid world without discover- ing that Mrs. Hatch was its most substantial figure. That lady, though still floating in ... ...rtunate womanhood. Their own faces were sallow with the unwholesomeness of hot air and sedentary toil, rather than with any actual signs of want: they... ...rt she flamed out about some money you’d got from Gus; I never knew her so hot before. You know she’ll let him do anything but spend money on his frie...

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...dy to return a blow, And would not brook at all this sort of thing In my hot youth—when George the Third was King. Byron’s Don Juan “Canto One”... ... Love, who heroically breathes a vein, Shrinks from the application of hot towels, And purgatives are dangerous to his reign, Sea sickness... ...upon their glazed eyes like a screen From glistening waves, and skies so hot and bare Lovely seem’d any object that should sweep Away the vas... ...ps the devil, That neither of their intellects are vast: While youth’s hot wishes in our red veins revel, We know not this — the blood flows... ... And caught her falling, and from off the wall Snatch’d down his sabre, in hot haste to wreak Vengeance on him who was the cause of all: Then ... ...reach’d some galliots, placed in line; On board of one of these, and under hatches, They stow’d him, with strict orders to the watches. Byron’s D... ...ble blue, Dancing all free and happy in the sun), And then went down the hatchway one by one. They heard next day — that in the Dardanelles, ... ...awney’s violin, we have heard: ‘Caw me, caw thee’—for six months hath been hatching This scene of royal itch and loyal scratching. Where is Lord... ... So good an opportunity, no doubt:— But the old marchioness some plan had hatch’d, As I ‘ll tell Aurea at to morrow’s rout: And after all poo...

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...ing upon the shore scenery. The bay was as calm as death; the sun high and hot; and occasionally a still gliding canoe stole out from behind the headl... ...ate that it is almost impossible to get rid of them. You may seal up every hatchway, and fumigate the hull till the smoke forces itself out at the sea... ...an three weeks I’ll engage to have five hundred barrels of sperm oil under hatches: enough to give every mother’s son of ye a handful of dollars when... ...ever, their secret leaked out. The casks of Pisco were kept down the after-hatchway, which, for this reason, was secured with bar and padlock. The coo... ...ashing from side to side, left the drowning cook high and dry on the after-hatch: his extinguished pipe still between his teeth, and almost bitten in ... ...asking anybody’s leave, Captain Bob, who was by, at once dispatched a boy, hot foot, for Johnson. Meanwhile, we carried him into the Calabooza; and th... ...three hours in the middle of the day; during which it was so exces- sively hot, in this still, brooding valley, shut out from the T rades, and only op... ...to heal whole in no time. Then such a continual chafing as it kept up in a hot sun. Seeing my dislike to the thing, Kooloo, my worthy friend, prevaile... ...winter, to go by. One’s etarnally thinkin’ it’s always July, it’s so pesky hot.” 218 Omoo A passport provided, we cast about for some means of get- t...

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...naman waylays his adversary, and methodically chops him to pieces with his hatchet. Then the press roars about the brutal ferocity of the pagan. The I... ...word I can- not tell whether these titles mean anything) is breathing red- hot vengeance against his enemy. The papers have interviewed both parties, ... ...Acre was a pre- lude to ten or twelve miles of geyser formation. We passed hot streams boiling in the forest; saw whiffs of steam beyond these, and ye... ...which is not in the least like a turban), and at many, many other geysers, hot holes, and springs. Some of them rumbled, some hissed, some went off sp... ...s, which they wrote up ostentatiously in the verandas. It was a sweltering hot day, albeit we stood some-what higher than the level of Simla, and I le... ...g with some troopers and watching a baronial keep forty feet high spouting hot water. If the Castle went off first, they said the Giantess would be qu... ... It was wheat, fit for the grindstones as it lay. They manoeuvred the fore-hatch of that steamer di- rectly under an elevator—a house of red tin a hun... ...f red tin a hundred and fifty feet high. Then they let down into that fore-hatch a trunk as if it had been the trunk of an elephant, but stiff, becaus... ...e rate of thou-sands of bushels the hour. And the wheat sunk into the fore-hatch while a man looked—sunk till the brown tim- bers of the bulkheads sho...