Chantermirage

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

Toothbranch

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

Thiefriver

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed? Storkhelix.

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

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.

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