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		<title>Reception</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, [private]after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it&#8211;namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain.[/private] If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable  money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign.</p>
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		<title>Mississippi River</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.</p></blockquote>
<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
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<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson&#8217;s Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
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<p>current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two o&#8217;clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Part of the little raft&#8217;s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.</p>
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<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
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<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing, snuffling, and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and threatening what he would do to Tom the &#8220;next time he caught him out.&#8221; To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, daring the enemy to come outside, but the enemy only made faces at him through the window and declined. At last the enemy&#8217;s mother appeared, and called Tom a bad, vicious, vulgar child, and ordered him away. So he went away; but he said he &#8220;&#8216;lowed&#8221; to &#8220;lay&#8221; for that boy.</p>
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		<title>The Hypocrisy of Civilized Society</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.</p></blockquote>
<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
<ul>
<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson&#8217;s Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
</ul>
<p>current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two o&#8217;clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Part of the little raft&#8217;s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.</p>
<ol>
<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
</ol>
<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a wor <a href="http://item-9.com/thesis/2010/05/the-adventures-of-tom-sawyer/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.</p></blockquote>
<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
<ul>
<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson&#8217;s Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
</ul>
<p>current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two o&#8217;clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Part of the little raft&#8217;s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.</p>
<ol>
<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
</ol>
<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>Hello world!</title>
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