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The Pocket R.L.S. [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert Louis Stevenson
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eBook Category: Classic Literature
eBook Description: A Robert Louis Stevenson classic.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com/Fictionwise Classic, Published: 1899
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2004
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [731 KB], Adobe Acrobat - Large Print (PDF) [790 KB], eReader (PDB) [153 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [150 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [132 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [194 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [193 KB], hiebook (KML) [302 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [327 KB], iSilo (PDB) [125 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [154 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [28 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [202 KB]
Words: 47491
Reading time: 135-189 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing ENABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
THE POCKET R. L. S. Being favourite passages from the works of Stevenson. SELECTED PASSAGES When you have read, you carry away with you a memory of the man himself; it is as though you had touched a loyal hand, looked into brave eyes, and made a noble friend; there is another bond on you thenceforward, binding you to life and to the love of virtue. * * * *It is to some more specific memory that youth looks forward in its vigils. Old kings are sometimes disinterred in all the emphasis of life, the hands untainted by decay, the beard that had so often wagged in camp or senate still spread upon the royal bosom; and in busts and pictures, some similitude of the great and beautiful of former days is handed down. In this way, public curiosity may be gratified, but hardly any private aspiration after fame. It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathise; and so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face, FIGURA ANIMI MAGIS QUAM CORPORIS. * * * *The pleasure that we take in beautiful nature is essentially capricious. It comes sometimes when we least look for it; and sometimes, when we expect it most certainly, it leaves us to gape joylessly for days together, in the very homeland of the beautiful. We may have passed a place a thousand times and one; and on the thousand and second it will be transfigured, and stand forth in a certain splendour of reality from the dull circle of surroundings; so that we see it 'with a child's first pleasure,' as Wordsworth saw the daffodils by the lake-side.
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