It could not be denied, however, that he set a high value upon justice, for he sold it at its weight in gold. - Washington Irving
" "It could not be denied, however, that he set a high value upon justice, for he sold it at its weight in gold.
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Washington Irving (3 April 1783 – 28 November 1859) was an American short story writer, essayist, biographer, historian, and diplomat of the early 19th century.
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Diedrich Knickerbocker
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Geoffrey Crayon
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Launcelot Langstaff
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Я заметил уже, что это был простой, добродушный малый; больше того, он был хороший сосед и покорный, забитый супруг. Последнему обстоятельству он и был обязан, по-видимому, той кроткостью духа, которая снискала ему всеобщую любовь и широкую популярность, ибо наиболее услужливыми и покладистыми вне своего дома оказываются мужчины, привыкшие повиноваться сварливым и вечно бранящимся женам. Их нрав, пройдя через огненное горнило домашних невзгод, становится, вне всякого сомнения, гибким и податливым, ибо супружеские нахлобучки лучше всех проповедей на свете научают человека добродетели терпения и послушания. Вот почему сварливую жену в некоторых отношениях можно считать благословением неба, а раз так, Рип ван Винкль был благословен трижды.
All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was — a woman.
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.
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