Dragonbrave

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

Wandereryellow

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Boasavage

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. Whimseynebula.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it