The Commonwealth of Oceanaby James Harrington1656JANOTTI, the most excellent describer of the Commonwealth of Venice, divides the whole series of government into two times or periods: the one ending with the liberty of Rome, which was the course or empire, as I may call it, of ancient prudence, first discovered to mankind by God himself in the fabric of the commonwealth of Israel, and afterward picked out of his footsteps in nature, and unanimously followed by the Greeks and Romans; the other beginning with the arms of Caesar, which, extinguishing liberty, were the transition of ancient into modern prudence, introduced by those inundations of Huns, Goths, Vandals, Lombards, Saxons, which, b　

　Afternoon of the fourth Monday in January 1977; the Chateau Bronnitsy off the Serpukhov road not far out of Moscow; 2.40 P.M. middle-European time, and a telephone in the temporary Investigation Control Room ringing... ringing... ringing.　The Chateau Bronnitsy stood central on open, peaty ground in the middle of a densely wooded tract now white under drifted snow. A house or mansion of debased heritage and mixed architectural antecedents, several recent wings were of modern brick on old stone foundations, while others were cheap breeze blocks camouflaged in grey and green paint. A once-courtyard in the "U" of polyglot wings was now roofed over, its roof painted to match the surrounding ter　

KINGDREAMCATCHERHodder & StoughtonGrateful acknowledgement is made for permission to reprint excerpts from the followingcopyrighted material:"Dying Man" (c) 1956 bv Atlantic Monthly Co. The Waking (c) 1953 by Theodore Roethke from Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke bv Theodore Roethke, used by permission of Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc."Scooby Doo Where Are You" by David Mook and Ben Raleigh (c) 1969 (renewed) Monk Bros. West & Ben Raleigh Music Co. All rights reserved o/b/o Mook Bros. West in the United States, administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. All rights o/b/o Ben Raleigh Music Co. in the United States administered bv Wise Brothers Music LLC. All rights fo　

POSTERIOR ANALYTICSby Aristotletranslated by G. R. G. MureBook I1ALL instruction given or received by way of argument proceeds frompre-existent knowledge. This becomes evident upon a survey of allthe species of such instruction. The mathematical sciences and allother speculative disciplines are acquired in this way, and so are thetwo forms of dialectical reasoning, syllogistic and inductive; foreach of these latter make use of old knowledge to impart new, the...　

The Adventures of Pinocchioby C. Collodi[Pseudonym of Carlo Lorenzini]CHAPTER 1How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter,found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a childCenturies ago there lived"A king!" my little readers will say immediately.No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a timethere was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive pieceof wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood,one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire inwinter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.I do not know how this really happened, yet the factremains that one fine day this piece of wood found itself...　

THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSSTHE PEOPLE OF THEABYSSby Jack London1- Page 2-THE PEOPLE OF THE ABYSSThe chief priests and rulers cry:-"O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt, We build but as our fathersbuilt; Behold thine images how they stand Sovereign and sole through allour land."Our task is hardwith sword and flame, To hold thine earth foreverthe same, And with sharp crooks of steel to keep, Still as thou leftest them,thy sheep."...　

The Enchanted BluffWe had our swim before sundown, and while we were cooking oursupper the oblique rays of light made a dazzling glare on the whitesand about us. The translucent red ball itself sank behind thebrown stretches of cornfield as we sat down to eat, and the warmlayer of air that had rested over the water and our clean sand bargrew fresher and smelled of the rank ironweed and sunflowersgrowing on the flatter shore. The river was brown and sluggish,like any other of the half-dozen streams that water the Nebraskacorn lands. On one shore was an irregular line of bald clay bluffswhere a few scrub oaks with thick trunks and flat, twisted tops...　

THE VISION SPLENDIDTHE VISIONSPLENDIDWilliam MacLeod Raine1- Page 2-THE VISION SPLENDIDCHAPTER 1Of all the remote streams of influence that pour both before and afterbirth into the channel of our being, what an insignificant fewand theseonly the more obviousare traceable at all. We swim in a sea ofenvironment and heredity, are tossed hither and thither by we know notwhat cross currents of Fate, are tugged at by a thousand eddies of whichwe never dream. The sum of it all makes Life, of which we know so little...　

●在飞机上您想喝点儿什么?What would you like to drink?What would you like to drink? (您想喝点儿什么?)Well, what do you have? (您这儿都有什么?)Anything to drink? (您喝什么吗?)请来一杯咖啡。Coffee, please.要加牛奶和糖吗?With sugar and cream? *cream “牛奶”。回答“要”用Yes, please，“不要”用No, thank you.明确地给予回答是一种礼貌。午餐您要牛肉还是要鱼?What would you like for dinner, beef or fish?Beef or fish for dinner?Which would you like, beef or fish?请给我牛肉。Beef, please.您用完了吗?Have you finished?Are you through?还没有。No, not yet.我可以收走了吗?May I clear the table? *clear 有“收拾餐具”的意思。May I clear the plates off the table?...　

　　To even the least sensitive and perceptive beholder the Morning Rose, at this stage of her long and highly chequered career, must have seemed ill-named, for if ever a vessel could fairly have been said to be approaching, if not actually arrived at, the sunset of her days it was this one. Officially designated an Arctic Steam Trawler, the Morning Rose, 560 gross tons, 173 feet in length, 30 in beam and with a draught, unladen but fully provisioned with fuel and water, of 14.3 feet, had, in fact, been launched from the Jarrow slipways as far back as 1926, the year of the General Strike.　The Morning Rose, then, was far gone beyond the superannuation watershed; she was slow, creaking, unstabl　

THE MARK OF DEATH　　THE MOUNTAIN LIMITED was clicking slowly over the rails that trail through the highest and wildest land in America-the western slope of the Rockies.　　Speed was cut down as the big special labored toward the highest point on its line-nearly seven thousand feet above sea level.　　Midnight had struck.　　Outside, the gloomy mountains hung over the track; seemed about to close in on it, and wipe out the train and all its passengers.　　Within the club car of the train, only a handful of men remained in the fortable chairs.　　All of these were dozing away, with the exception of one who sat at the end of the car, puffing furiously at a pipe that was no longer alight. His lips twit　

Cambridge Neighborsby William Dean HowellsBeing the wholly literary spirit I was when I went to make my home inCambridge, I do not see how I could well have been more content if I hadfound myself in the Elysian Fields with an agreeable eternity before me.At twenty-nine, indeed, one is practically immortal, and at that age,time had for me the effect of an eternity in which I had nothing to dobut to read books and dream of writing them, in the overflow of endlesshours from my work with the manuscripts, critical notices, and proofs ofthe Atlantic Monthly. As for the social environment I should have beenpuzzled if given my choice among the elect of all the ages, to find poets...