d overerrible rapid and whirlpool

    called a dinner, situated in this

    danger and you are safe, for t of th

    unrelaxed nerves, , looking another

    ied to t like Ulysses.  If tles, let it

    ill it is s pains.  If the bell rings, why

    s kind of music they are like.

    Let us settle ourselves, and  downward

    tradition,

    and delusion, and appearance, t alluvion whe globe,

    ton and Concord,

    tate, try and philosophy and

    religion, till o a tom and rocks in place, which we

    can call reality, and say, take; and then begin,

    dappui, belo and fire, a place

    ate, or set a lamp-post safely,

    or per a Nilometer, but a Realometer, t future

    ages mig of shams and appearances had

    gatime to time.  If you stand riging and face to

    face to a fact, you s surfaces,

    as if it er, and feel its s edge dividing you

    t and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your

    mortal career.  Be it life or deaty.  If we

    are really dying, let us tle in our ts and feel

    cold in tremities; if  us go about our

    business.

    time is but tream I go a-fis it; but

    ect  is.

    Its t slides a eternity remains.  I would drink

    deeper; fistom is pebbly ars.  I

    cannot count one.  I kno t letter of t.  I

    ting t I  as he day I was

    born.  tellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way

    into t of t h

    my .  I feel all