Dream-Pedlary
if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life's fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a cottage...
The Implied Reader
...and it is only when we have outstripped our preconceptions and left the shelter of the familiar, that we are in a position to gather new experiences.
On The Road
...I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there - after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and devouring as it...
The Outsider
The trigger gave. I felt the underside of the polished butt and it was there, in that sharp but deafening noise, that it all started. I shook off the sweat and the sun. I realised that I'd destroyed the balance of the day and the perfect silence of this beach where...
Heart of Darkness
Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating buddha. Nobody moved for a time. 'We have lost the first of the ebb,' said the director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil...