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‘You’re our longest-serving contributor,’ said Carleton, flinching at the bang. ‘Our most admired. Indeed I should say our most popular.’ I’m beginning to speak like him, he thought: Thomas Hart is catching, that’s the trouble. ‘I’ve often heard it said that it’s a consolation – that’s the general feeling, as I said to the board – to wake on

Pendant quelques années il avait vécu, mangé, ri, aimé, espéré, comme tout le monde. Et c’était fini, pour lui, fini pour toujours. Une vie ! quelques jours, et puis plus rien ! On naît, on grandit, on est heureux, on attend, puis on meurt.

I remember an English lad who was always the life of the crew, but whom we afterwards lost overboard, standing for nearly ten minutes at the galley, with this pot of tea in his hand, waiting for a chance to get down into the forecastle; and seeing what he thought was a "smooth spell," started to go forward. He had just got to the end of the

“An illness which has long hung about me in all probability will speedily send me beyond that bourne whence no traveler returns.” Even on his deathbed, Burns could turn a phrase. Within a few decades of Burns’s death,

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