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Wake up, my little one, and hear
The minor key of dawning day.
For you this music has been made
From someone's cry, from someone's soul.

Just try to live the best life you can.

"I suppose you are aware, said he," checking off points upon his fingers, "that the cranial index is a constant factor?"

"Naturally," said I.

"And the telegony is still sub judice?"

"Undoubtedly."

"And that the germ plasm is *differend from the parthenogenetic egg?

"Why surely! I cried, and glorified in my own audacity.

"But was does that prove?" * he asked in a gentle peruasive voice.

"Ah, what indeed?" I murmured. "What does it prove?"

"Shall I tell you?" he cooed.

"Pray do."

"It proves," he roared, with a sudden blast of fury, "that you are the rankest impostor in London - a vile, crawling journalist, who has no more science than he has decency in his composition!"

Your word is who you are.

heilt frå vi er små
har vi teikna hjartet
med bokstavar inni og under, gjennombora av pil
knust eller knekt, vi har teikna det
i skolebøker, på pultar, på jentedoen i
dusjen, i symjehallen, på hender magar bryst vi har
gøymt det synt det fram blitt avslørt
loge, raudna og kjent det banke
pumpe blodet opp mot kinna, øyra, kjent det
varme, brenne, fosse nedover
mot magen mellom beina, det har rasa av garde
gjennom åra med lugging, sparking, lappeskriving
visking, tisking, kyss klapp og klem, dansinga på diskoen
klininga bak skuret, heile tida
har dette eine teiknet
vore det sentrale
frå vi så vidt kunne teikne det
som to skeive øyre
til amorbogane var runda av
i perfeksjon

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains -
I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane;
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.
I will go out until the day, until the morning break -
Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress;
I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake.
I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!”

We be of one blood, ye and I.

A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother."

I turned it over, and gave an exclamation of surprise. There was a full-page picture of the most extraordinary creature that I had ever seen. It was the wild dream of an opium smoker, a vision of delirium. The head was like that of a fowl, the body that of a bloated lizard, the trailing tail was furnished with upward-turned spikes, and the curved back was edged with a high serrated fringe, which looked like a dozen cocks' wattles placed behind each other. In front of this creature was an absurd mannikin, or dwarf, in human form, who stood staring at it.

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate. I have, according to our arrangement, addressed it to you, my dear Mr. McArdle, and I leave it to your discretion to delete, alter, or do what you like with it. From the assurance of Professor Challenger's manner--and in spite of the continued scepticism of Professor Summerlee--I have no doubt that our leader will make good his statement, and that we are really on the eve of some most remarkable experiences.

Er det jeg opplever når jeg er våken mer virkelig enn det som skjer når jeg drømmer noe?

Kan jeg stole på at alt jeg husker virkelig har hendt?