eep," "peaceful," "unruffled,"
"unexcitable" words and phrases never "loitered" through forty pages
of "dreamy" and "whispering" description.

In the following bit from "Lear," where Edgar tells his blinded father
how high the cliff is, only those details are included which measure
distance.

"How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles; half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire,--dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminished to her cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high.--I'll look no more,
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong."

The following is from Kipling's "The Light that Failed:"--

"What do you think of a big, red, dead city built of red
sandstone, with green aloes growing between the stones,
lying out neglected on honey-colored sands? There are forty
dead kings there, Maisie, each in a gorgeous tomb finer than
all the others. You look at the palaces and streets and
shops and tanks, and think that men must live there, till
you find a wee gray squirrel rubbing its nose all alone in
the marketplace, and a jeweled peacock struts out of a
carved doorway and spreads its tail against a marble screen
as fine pierced as point-lace. Then a monkey--a little black
monkey--walks through the main square to get a drink from a
tank forty feet deep. He slides down the creepers to the
water's edge, and a friend holds him by the tail, in case he
should fall in.

"Is all that true?

"I have been there and seen. Then evening comes and the
lights change till it's just as though you stood in the
heart of a king-opal. A little before sundown, as punctually
as clockwork, a big bristly wild boar, with all his family
following, trots through the city gate, churning the foam on
his tusks. You climb on the shoulder of a big black stone
god, and watch that pig choose himself a palace for the
night and stump in wagging his tail. Then the night-wind
gets up, and the sands move, and you hea