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    The fourth passage is a man insisting he is not mad, but that his senses were sharpened, not destroyed, by his illness. He claims he can hear many things in heaven, earth and hell. The

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    The Beginning…

    ⮚ It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day’s rest,
    scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.
    Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the
    mouth of the cave where they all lived. “Augrh!” said Father Wolf. “It is time to hunt again.” He was going to spring
    down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: “Good luck go with you, O Chief of
    the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this
    world.”

    ⮚ In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to
    go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to
    the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as assistant surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I
    could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced
    through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy’s country. I followed, however, with many other officers who
    were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at
    once entered upon my new duties.

    ⮚ It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a
    wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is
    so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other
    of their daughters.

    ⮚ True! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad? The
    disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard
    all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how
    healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

    ⮚ Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he knew he had done nothing wrong but, one morning,
    he was arrested. Every day at eight in the morning he was brought his breakfast by Mrs. Grubach’s cook – Mrs. Grubach
    was his landlady – but today she didn’t come. That had never happened before. K. waited a little while, looked from his
    pillow at the old woman who lived opposite and who was watching him with an inquisitiveness quite unusual for her,
    and finally, both hungry and disconcerted, rang the bell. There was immediately a knock at the door and a man entered.
    He had never seen the man in this house before.

    ⮚ Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow
    that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo ....
    His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass 1: he had a hairy face.
    He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt. 2
    O, the wild rose blossoms/ On the little green place. 3
    He sang that song. That was his song.
    O, the green wothe botheth.
    When you wet the bed, first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. 4 That had the queer5 smell.
    His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor’s hornpipe 6 for him to dance. He
    danced:
    Tralala lala,
    Tralala tralaladdy,
    Tralala lala,
    Tralala lala.

    Notes: 1. monocle; 2. candy; 3. from the song lily dale; 4. waterproof sheet used in cases of bedwetting; 5. strange; 6.
    dance tune.

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