短篇小说 | The End of Something
In the old days Hortons Bay was a lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were no more logs to make lumber.
In the old days Hortons Bay was a lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were no more logs to make lumber.
Do not let anything turn you from your purpose.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
我是否能把你与夏日比较?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
尽管你的美丽和温柔远超:
If anybody thinks that Americans are mostly mean and selfish, they ought to come to Oklahoma. If anybody thinks Americans have lost the capacity for love and caring and courage, they ought to come to Oklahoma.
Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick's father. He brought his son Eddy, and another Indian named Billy Tabeshaw with him.
There is nothing worth so much as liberty.
We want to have just an off-the-cuff chat between you and me — us. We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand.
Nick stood up. He was all right. He looked up the track at the lights of the caboose going out of sight around a curve. There was water on both sides of the track, then tamarack swamp.
There is no virtue in giving to others what is useless to oneself.
This a special night for me. Exactly three years ago, on July 15, 1976, I accepted the nomination of my party to run for President of the United States.
Krebs went to the war from a Methodist college in Kansas. There is a picture which shows him among his fraternity brothers, all of them wearing exactly the same height and style collar.
An invitation prompted by selfishness is not to be accepted.
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