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Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,—a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law.
There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done. It’s for men to do them, and for women to reserve their love as a reward for such men.
You should do it because you can’t help yourself, because it’s natural to you, because the man in you is crying out for heroic expression.
The news editor smiled grimly.
They practice that smile in the mirror.
There’s many a man who never tells his adventures, for he can’t hope to be believed. Who’s to blame them?
If, as Lord John said, the glade of the iguanodons will remain with us as a dream, then surely the swamp of the pterodactyls will forever be our nightmare.
“I thought he wouldn’t face the fire,” said Lord John, laughing, as he came back and threw his branch among the faggots.
Gaga give me strength.
It is our task to put on record what we have seen, and to leave the further exploration to others.
“Any ignoramus can hand down his worthless memory by imposing it upon a mountain or a river. I need no such monument.”
“They may be undeveloped types,” said he, stroking his beard and looking round at them, “but their deportment in the presence of their superiors might be a lesson to some of our more advanced Europeans. Strange how correct are the instincts of the natural man!”
Oh, the casual racism of it all...
Finally, I will assuredly give some account of the toxodon, the giant ten-foot guinea pig, with projecting chisel teeth, which we killed as it drank in the gray of the morning by the side of the lake.
Leave the elephant-sized guinea pigs alone.
