Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith. Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
— What can I do for you, ma'am?
— I would like some water, if it's no trouble.
— Water? That word is poison around these parts ever since the days of the great flood.
— You mean you never wash?
— We sure do!
— I'd like to use the same facilities you people do.
— You sure can. Just happen to have a full tub at the back. You're lucky. Only three people have used it this morning.
— Used it one at a time or all together?
He was now in full possession of his physical senses. They were, indeed, preternaturally keen and alert. Something in the awful disturbance of his organic system had so exalted and refined them that they made record of things never before perceived. He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf--saw the very insects upon them: the locusts, the brilliant-bodied flies, the grey spiders stretching their webs from twig to twig. He noted the prismatic colors in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass. The humming of the gnats that danced above the eddies of the stream, the beating of the dragon flies' wings, the strokes of the water-spiders' legs, like oars which had lifted their boat--all these made audible music. A fish slid along beneath his eyes and he heard the rush of its body parting the water.
Votre âme est un parfum subtil dans une armoire,
Votre âme est un baiser que je n'aurai jamais,
Votre âme est un lac bleu que nul autan ne moire;
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Deluge — a notable first experiment in baptism which washed away the sins (and sinners) of the world.
I wouldn't recommend drinking from this puddle. You may not become a little goat, but you can easily become a donkey with dysentery!
— And I'm telling you... water that cold, like right down there... it hits you like 1000 knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe... You can't think. Least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said I don't have a choice I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the rail and... and get me off the hook here.
— You're crazy.
— That's what everybody says but... with all due respect, miss... I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.
Much water runs by the mill that the miller knows not of.
— You don't like to be near the water?
— Not without the means to float away on it.
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