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Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats Quotes
Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats
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“His eyes did not see outward any more,
the gold gone dull behind the crystal spheres.
He lifted up his head and cried out twice,
loudly, to whom? and stretched himself, and died,
the small soul going forth with terrible grandeur.
Asked, “Hardy! what do cats say?” he’d reply.
obligingly, “Meow.” That was his sop
to human vanity. The rest of pride
was his: his territory: sprayed, and held
by battle. He was white and orange, fat,
insolent and innocent and greedy,
a clumsy hunter and a potent sire.
He sent his life forth as the crippled tree
puts forth white flowers in April every year
upon the dying branch. He knew the way.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats
the gold gone dull behind the crystal spheres.
He lifted up his head and cried out twice,
loudly, to whom? and stretched himself, and died,
the small soul going forth with terrible grandeur.
Asked, “Hardy! what do cats say?” he’d reply.
obligingly, “Meow.” That was his sop
to human vanity. The rest of pride
was his: his territory: sprayed, and held
by battle. He was white and orange, fat,
insolent and innocent and greedy,
a clumsy hunter and a potent sire.
He sent his life forth as the crippled tree
puts forth white flowers in April every year
upon the dying branch. He knew the way.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats
“His eyes did not see outward any more,
the gone dull behind the crystal spheres.
He lifted up his head and cried out twice,
loudly, to whom? and stretched himself, and died,
the small soul going forth with terrible grandeur.
Asked, “Hardy! what do cats say?” he’d reply.
obligingly, “Meow.” That was his sop
to human vanity. The rest of pride
was his: his territory: sprayed, and held
by battle. He was white and orange, fat,
insolent and innocent and greedy,
a clumsy hunter and a potent sire.
He sent his life forth as the crippled tree
puts forth white flowers in April every year
upon the dying branch. He knew the way.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats
the gone dull behind the crystal spheres.
He lifted up his head and cried out twice,
loudly, to whom? and stretched himself, and died,
the small soul going forth with terrible grandeur.
Asked, “Hardy! what do cats say?” he’d reply.
obligingly, “Meow.” That was his sop
to human vanity. The rest of pride
was his: his territory: sprayed, and held
by battle. He was white and orange, fat,
insolent and innocent and greedy,
a clumsy hunter and a potent sire.
He sent his life forth as the crippled tree
puts forth white flowers in April every year
upon the dying branch. He knew the way.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin's Book of Cats
