when he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem’s fears of never being able to playfootball were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.
MIDWAY upon the journey of our life1
I found myself within a forest dark,2
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. The telegram from the Home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. Which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yes- terday.
1.Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.
2.It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Henceit is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.
3.The art of war, then, is governed by five constant factors, to be takeninto account in one’s deliberations, when seeking to determine the condi- tions obtaining in the field.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.