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down at the big green lily-pad. Yes, that was his, the very same --Why? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false orlily-pad on which he sat every day. the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Grandfather Frog was more perplexed than ever. Slowly he looked around. Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him. The note ofWhere were the slippery slide and Jerry Muskrat's new house? Where were banishment, banishment from the heart, banishment from home, sounds the bulrushes and where--where was the _Smiling Pool_? Grandfather uninterruptedly from _The Two Gentlemen of Verona_ onward till ProsperoFrog's jaw dropped as he looked about him. His own big green lily-pad breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his | |
was the only lily-pad in sight. Had the world turned topsy-turvy while book. It doubles itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself inhe slept? another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. | "Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog. "This is very strange, very It repeats itself again when he is near the grave, when his married strange, indeed!" daughter Susan, chip of the old block, is accused of adultery. But it | |
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Then he turned around three times and pinched himself again. "Very was the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his willstrange, very strange, indeed," muttered Grandfather Frog over and over and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are those of again. He scratched his head first with one hand and then with the my lords bishops of Maynooth. An original sin and, like original sin,other, and the more he scratched the stranger it all seemed. committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the Just then he heard a giggle up on the mossy green bank. Grandfather Frog lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone underwhirled around. "Chug-a-rum!" he exclaimed. "Billy Mink, come out from which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it. Beauty behind that tall grass and tell me where I am and what this means! I and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety everywhere inmight have known that you were at the bottom of it." the world he has created, in _Much Ado about Nothing_, twice in _As you | |
Then out jumped all the little meadow people and the Merry Little like It_, in _The Tempest_, in _Hamlet,_ in _Measure for Measure_--and Breezes to shout and laugh and dance and roll over and over on the mossy in all the other plays which I have not read.
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