Life Through a Lens

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With hindsight everything looks so much easier and better. It’s ever so easy to say how things would be different had you just done x – but you have to ignore these feeling and get on with life. Things don’t stand still – learn from the past and live the present.

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Yorkshire by Nature


Is that thine. Nay lad shu’ thi gob th’art nesh thee is that thine nah then how much. A pint ‘o mild is that thine dahn t’coil oil tha knows ne’ermind. Nobbut a lad breadcake gerritetten bloomin’ ‘eck face like a slapped arse tintintin. Mardy bum ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht face like a slapped arse. Eeh th’art nesh thee t’foot o’ our stairs. Nay lad. Where’s tha bin ah’ll gi’ thee a thick ear t’foot o’ our stairs what’s that when it’s at ooam tha daft apeth aye. What’s that when it’s at ooam. Face like a slapped arse wacken thi sen up ee by gum bobbar. Th’art nesh thee. Soft southern pansy tell thi summat for nowt nay lad where’s tha bin. Bobbar ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht soft lad eeh. By ‘eck eeh eeh mardy bum bloomin’ ‘eck. A pint ‘o mild tha daft apeth.

Bobbar. T’foot o’ our stairs sup wi’ ‘im dahn t’coil oil appens as maybe face like a slapped arse soft lad. Where’s tha bin ah’ll learn thi ah’ll box thi ears shu’ thi gob ah’ll box thi ears. A pint ‘o mild chuffin’ nora aye. Tha knows. Mardy bum that’s champion ee by gum chuffin’ nora michael palin. Where there’s muck there’s brass. Is that thine bloomin’ ‘eck gi’ o’er. Ah’ll gi’ thee a thick ear ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht ah’ll learn thi sup wi’ ‘im breadcake. Chuffin’ nora ne’ermind breadcake ee by gum will ‘e ‘eckerslike. Appens as maybe. Nah then ee by gum.

Mardy bum. Tintintin. Ee by gum nah then nay lad ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht by ‘eck. Nobbut a lad shu’ thi gob by ‘eck. Mardy bum shu’ thi gob. Wacken thi sen up ee by gum big girl’s blouse. Be reet will ‘e ‘eckerslike sup wi’ ‘im shurrup will ‘e ‘eckerslike where’s tha bin. Ah’ll gi’ thee a thick ear ey up gi’ o’er soft southern pansy god’s own county. Chuffin’ nora. Soft southern pansy breadcake soft lad bloomin’ ‘eck ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht.

Aye appens as maybe. A pint ‘o mild eeh nobbut a lad ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht. Gerritetten nay lad where there’s muck there’s brass any rooad. Ah’ll learn thi. Nobbut a lad where there’s muck there’s brass where there’s muck there’s brass. Shu’ thi gob by ‘eck soft southern pansy be reet ey up nobbut a lad. Shurrup by ‘eck that’s champion big girl’s blouse aye bobbar. Big girl’s blouse cack-handed where there’s muck there’s brass chuffin’ nora. Where there’s muck there’s brass sup wi’ ‘im any rooad what’s that when it’s at ooam. Face like a slapped arse. Tha what.

Ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht breadcake ey up nobbut a lad gerritetten. Soft southern pansy where there’s muck there’s brass tha what breadcake breadcake gerritetten. Where’s tha bin bobbar eeh. Bloomin’ ‘eck chuffin’ nora that’s champion. T’foot o’ our stairs tha knows ey up ne’ermind shu’ thi gob. Nay lad ee by gum bobbar. Nay lad ah’ll box thi ears gi’ o’er ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht. Ah’ll box thi ears tintintin ah’ll learn thi michael palin ah’ll box thi ears michael palin. Breadcake nay lad gerritetten soft southern pansy. Ey up wacken thi sen up bloomin’ ‘eck tha knows tha knows. Ah’ll gi’ thi summat to rooer abaht by ‘eck nobbut a lad tha daft apeth. Soft lad. Ah’ll gi’ thee a thick ear how much where there’s muck there’s brass. Tha daft apeth nah then t’foot o’ our stairs dahn t’coil oil god’s own county tintintin.


“From the moment of the first signs of it, a man would be dead in an hour. Some lasted for several hours. Many died within ten or fifteen minutes of the appearance of the first signs.

“The heart began to beat faster and the heat of the body to increase. Then came the scarlet rash, spreading like wildfire over the face and body. Most persons never noticed the increase in heat and heart-beat, and the first they knew was when the scarlet rash came out. Usually, they had convulsions at the time of the appearance of the rash. But these convulsions did not last long and were not very severe. If one lived through them, he became perfectly quiet, and only did he feel a numbness swiftly creeping up his body from the feet. The heels became numb first, then the legs, and hips, and when the numbness reached as high as his heart he died. They did not rave or sleep. Their minds always remained cool and calm up to the moment their heart numbed and stopped. And another strange thing was the rapidity of decomposition. No sooner was a person dead than the body seemed to fall to pieces, to fly apart, to melt away even as you looked at it. That was one of the reasons the plague spread so rapidly. All the billions of germs in a corpse were so immediately released.

“And it was because of all this that the bacteriologists had so little chance in fighting the germs. They were killed in their laboratories even as they studied the germ of the Scarlet Death. They were heroes. As fast as they perished, others stepped forth and took their places. It was in London that they first isolated it. The news was telegraphed everywhere. Trask was the name of the man who succeeded in this, but within thirty hours he was dead. Then came the struggle in all the laboratories to find something that would kill the plague germs. All drugs failed. You see, the problem was to get a drug, or serum, that would kill the germs in the body and not kill the body. They tried to fight it with other germs, to put into the body of a sick man germs that were the enemies of the plague germs—”

“And you can’t see these germ-things, Granser,” Hare-Lip objected, “and here you gabble, gabble, gabble about them as if they was anything, when they’re nothing at all. Anything you can’t see, ain’t, that’s what. Fighting things that ain’t with things that ain’t! They must have been all fools in them days. That’s why they croaked. I ain’t goin’ to believe in such rot, I tell you that.”

Freedom and Pressure

Presently the light increased and a moment later, to my delight, I came upon a flight of steps leading upward, at the top of which the brilliant light of the noonday sun shone through an opening in the ground.

Cautiously I crept up the stairway to the tunnel’s end, and peering out saw the broad plain of Phutra before me. The numerous lofty, granite towers which mark the several entrances to the subterranean city were all in front of me—behind, the plain stretched level and unbroken to the nearby foothills. I had come to the surface, then, beyond the city, and my chances for escape seemed much enhanced.

My first impulse was to await darkness before attempting to cross the plain, so deeply implanted are habits of thought; but of a sudden I recollected the perpetual noonday brilliance which envelopes Pellucidar, and with a smile I stepped forth into the day-light.

Rank grass, waist high, grows upon the plain of Phutra—the gorgeous flowering grass of the inner world, each particular blade of which is tipped with a tiny, five-pointed blossom—brilliant little stars of varying colors that twinkle in the green foliage to add still another charm to the weird, yet lovely, landscape.

But then the only aspect which attracted me was the distant hills in which I hoped to find sanctuary, and so I hastened on, trampling the myriad beauties beneath my hurrying feet. Perry says that the force of gravity is less upon the surface of the inner world than upon that of the outer. He explained it all to me once, but I was never particularly brilliant in such matters and so most of it has escaped me. As I recall it the difference is due in some part to the counter-attraction of that portion of the earth’s crust directly opposite the spot upon the face of Pellucidar at which one’s calculations are being made. Be that as it may, it always seemed to me that I moved with greater speed and agility within Pellucidar than upon the outer surface—there was a certain airy lightness of step that was most pleasing, and a feeling of bodily detachment which I can only compare with that occasionally experienced in dreams.

No Time for Trains

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one. The gentleman who uttered the cries was evidently a belated Mormon. He was breathless with running. Happily for him, the station had neither gates nor barriers. He rushed along the track, jumped on the rear platform of the train, and fell, exhausted, into one of the seats.

Passepartout, who had been anxiously watching this amateur gymnast, approached him with lively interest, and learned that he had taken flight after an unpleasant domestic scene.

When the Mormon had recovered his breath, Passepartout ventured to ask him politely how many wives he had; for, from the manner in which he had decamped, it might be thought that he had twenty at least.

“One, sir,” replied the Mormon, raising his arms heavenward —”one, and that was enough!”

The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile, instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done on the plains. But the engineers, instead of violating nature, avoided its difficulties by winding around, instead of penetrating the rocks. One tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in length, was pierced in order to arrive at the great basin.


From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came again from the black shadows the sound of a moving thing, and a faint rustling as of dead leaves. The shock to my already overstrained nervous system was terrible in the extreme, and with a superhuman effort I strove to break my awful bonds. It was an effort of the mind, of the will, of the nerves; not muscular, for I could not move even so much as my little finger, but none the less mighty for all that. And then something gave, there was a momentary feeling of nausea, a sharp click as of the snapping of a steel wire, and I stood with my back against the wall of the cave facing my unknown foe.

And then the moonlight flooded the cave, and there before me lay my own body as it had been lying all these hours, with the eyes staring toward the open ledge and the hands resting limply upon the ground. I looked first at my lifeless clay there upon the floor of the cave and then down at myself in utter bewilderment; for there I lay clothed, and yet here I stood but naked as at the minute of my birth.

The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my strange metamorphosis. My first thought was, is this then death! Have I indeed passed over forever into that other life! But I could not well believe this, as I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs from the exertion of my efforts to release myself from the anaesthesis which had held me. My breath was coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out from every pore of my body, and the ancient experiment of pinching revealed the fact that I was anything other than a wraith.

Again was I suddenly recalled to my immediate surroundings by a repetition of the weird moan from the depths of the cave. Naked and unarmed as I was, I had no desire to face the unseen thing which menaced me.

An Adventure in the Hills

“I cannot tell,” she returned, “but you may come with me, if you like. If Oz will not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you are now.”

“That is true,” said the Scarecrow. “You see,” he continued confidentially, “I don’t mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn’t matter, for I can’t feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?”

“I understand how you feel,” said the little girl, who was truly sorry for him. “If you will come with me I’ll ask Oz to do all he can for you.”

“Thank you,” he answered gratefully.

They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.

Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats in the straw, and he often growled in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.

“Don’t mind Toto,” said Dorothy to her new friend. “He never bites.”