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In accordance with the law the death sentence was announced to Cincinnatus C. in a whisper
Cincinnatus made his way in that direction where, to judge by the voices, stood beings akin to him
What struck him most was the fact that from Monday on he would be Luzhin
The door was burst in. "Alexandr Ivanovich, Alexandr Ivanovish", roared several voices.
But there was no Alexandr Ivanovich
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way
L--d, said my mother, what is all this story about?---
A COCK and a BULL, said Yorick--- And one of the best of its kind I ever heard
-- The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis
All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
-- 1984, George Orwell
But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
-- Watership Down, Richard Adams
The primroses were over.
Watership Down, Richard Adams
"You needn't worry about them," said his companion. "They'll be all right -- and thousands like them. If you'll come along, I'll show you what I mean."
He reached the top of the bank in a single, powerful leap. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were just beginning to bloom.
-- Where the Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls
I'm sure the red fern has grown and has completely covered the two little mounds. I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it wouldn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too.
Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.
"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."
Mother whispered, "See, you don't have to think
about doing the right thing. If you're for the right thing,
then you do it without even thinking."
She turned out the light and I patted my son's body
lightly and went back to sleep."