"Several times the photographer of the expedition brought out his transparent pictures and gave us a handsome magic-lantern exhibition. His views were nearly all of foreign scenes, but there were one or two home pictures among them. He advertised that he would "open his performance in the after cabin at 'two bells' (nine P.M.) and show the passengers where they shall eventually arrive"--which was all very well, but by a funny accident the first picture that flamed out upon the canvas was a view of Greenwood Cemetery!"
~ Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad
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Red Umbrella
Mama smiled and grabbed her large bright-red umbrella and tackled it beneath her arm. I hated that umbrella. It was like carrying a big stop sign that made everyone pause and take a notice of us. A ridiculous umbrella for a ridiculous woman.'
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"But red is the color of revolution." I hoped this would make her consider. Mama stopped walking to look at me. "No, Lucia. The revolution may have taken over a lot of things, but it doesn't own a color. For me, red is the symbol of strength, and that's all it will ever represent."
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There, in the middle of the small crowd, against the bright blue sky, a big red umbrella opened up. Mama's umbrella. That big stupid thing had never looked so beautiful. A smile edged its way onto may face. Mama had found a way to say good-bye.
Source: 'The Red Umbrella' by Christina Diaz Gonzalez, 2010.
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"But red is the color of revolution." I hoped this would make her consider. Mama stopped walking to look at me. "No, Lucia. The revolution may have taken over a lot of things, but it doesn't own a color. For me, red is the symbol of strength, and that's all it will ever represent."
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There, in the middle of the small crowd, against the bright blue sky, a big red umbrella opened up. Mama's umbrella. That big stupid thing had never looked so beautiful. A smile edged its way onto may face. Mama had found a way to say good-bye.
Source: 'The Red Umbrella' by Christina Diaz Gonzalez, 2010.
Mine is a Long and a Sad Tale!
"You promised to tell me your history, you know," said Alice, "and why it is you hate — C and D," she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.
"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. "It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?"
And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this.
Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, 1869
"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. "It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?"
And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this.
Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, 1869
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