Sublime

"Hast seen the White Whale?"

Les vieux barbons d’ambassade redoutaient un peu le jeune hussard ironique qui se coulait si bien dans la société du pays. Il travaillait à une thèse de géographie sur les confins des empires. Il aurait aimé ne jamais quitter les sommets des montagnes, la profondeur des forêts, cette géographie de la désolation qui, seule, convenait à sa tristesse.

not for a moment did he lay aside the majesty of virtue;

He awoke in good time sure enough, sat up, and barked out, “Stop near that cabin in clearing yonder. Our work is here.” Now he was as lost as the rest of us, and didn’t know his way out of the particular patch of woods and that homestead any more than a bird knows his way out of a privy with the door closed, but he was the leader, and he had found

Even to Pierre these two paintings had always seemed strangely dissimilar.

I was expecting a wealth of amateur historians, with an encyclopedic knowledge of the fur trade and fresh insights to borrow, but the first twenty people I talked to had never heard of Joe Walker. Reading history books, it turned out, was not a popular

But when the two days were gone by, and Pierre began to recognize his former self as restored to him from its mystic exile,