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The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br /><div class="glpost"><img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dEH7DcScEWpG9jGcU9PPy1-81lz8IXPuFYFhE2XkCS9H6x4rtj0ZFLfKNqWUWFnpulGk04WMTgJltIW50FTkRImc6gEx7DBAzTYVsJJtpNLzl8gFxYUB-cG2knt0k6YJfsO54K0u_Hxk/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"/><img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9r1lmXxUX_19CGrpWHOduca_fQerJtdy9p8AH8FWR9DYg0GU7XR1AW5w7PQ36j-eIh8LdF1XRDx4uI1TXa8MfvVs4j4aXbVakUtKFSrCrR98FA0yq15GGYJGl1ntHVDBrOwJb7Zkl-tt/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"/> <img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lkAibo_Ww1dnCwujcsT4HPWK2lZfEMqIJLgkV81RHhT2arIS59UGHT9hb6X6gH2Wqx_MRtku-7in3rNJCvZxUlTW1sJeINgA2jo8mcqDEnKMptmSnm2E3y8o4_5odYcY0SSGXy8WAODy/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"/><img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsdK_AWo3AI1hNX_ozhybAAcT64by71DmeOPgMCWLX-ehLXy8uKIUP11KNvu2B4e0dFlKYQ7tuNMBSNy1ZoOldZO1rRwv9k42D72rotNr0AQvSEct_Q_zwgJOifwaCkT-8u04MWkp7OvS/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"/><img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DBTY1vdyQyuApu8rkFrMpPYJGIG91o8FCoj7RPJYqewxx0Z2gGtbvJ-HyIeykDMkKvu5RumvDTofERw3raK7vdfK-30McWWp7kkLcHFzWf-6GVKJ-8TGYjXP167sb2ixKABy3dMrodCm/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"/><img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XkrTlqSaMOcR3pbAtdPrqIWRacLJyv2ZAoSn93zTBLpJem3uLUFdVp2_wLV0ql1yZpDvDcAgZUiM4UBQ_j-_bQBgJk-yJSeDgJf9Y1Vj7Hs2uTs1ZCPDFW_z7E5ehZUeZVS5WmfQAK8H/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"/></div>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br /><br />His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br />It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjormPOfDtO_xPRm1Y2dK2CFyib60rccAcWAhUVUGGXziJkPTatkhnWwpuMK-uwnEoYw7WTqZZkWTgKWvsssvqasqW7YF-p7gbD3j6hwxZ99dqWkFI04aqUFoKLWfjrsPwb6VrIhW4PXBbI/s1600/6604840535_dfa537635b_o-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjormPOfDtO_xPRm1Y2dK2CFyib60rccAcWAhUVUGGXziJkPTatkhnWwpuMK-uwnEoYw7WTqZZkWTgKWvsssvqasqW7YF-p7gbD3j6hwxZ99dqWkFI04aqUFoKLWfjrsPwb6VrIhW4PXBbI/s1600/6604840535_dfa537635b_o-702x336.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br /><br />He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br /><br /><blockquote>He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote><br />Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWuyGQa694iTlEDB7zECXuHg6LkM_85I1CwIOr-0w94r9PWqxQTL4RS5kNGVc045ONmuuqsixnrp1V6luA_Fm0Hb8fZQX2crMFV8fXht25JJVb9h3Jqg1z0c7kbWNGWPc0KfEC5sL2Qop/s1600/92334668@N07-11368399496_102334390b_o-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWuyGQa694iTlEDB7zECXuHg6LkM_85I1CwIOr-0w94r9PWqxQTL4RS5kNGVc045ONmuuqsixnrp1V6luA_Fm0Hb8fZQX2crMFV8fXht25JJVb9h3Jqg1z0c7kbWNGWPc0KfEC5sL2Qop/s1600/92334668@N07-11368399496_102334390b_o-702x336.jpg" /></a></div><br />He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.<br /><br />Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key.<br /><br />Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.<br /><br />Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.<br /><br />There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.<br /><br />There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.<br /><br />The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.<br /><br />"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJix351LFc7RwAREcrkwyzVEFY00bSL0Hs458KNBmrs-cn8M0EgBwPFeuOleMr-rcYs6kaByzy-wBOIBls5J7yHc1yF9uFCHF7hNOUXhkq5-_o-XP2t7hNRPU9V5VlrhBB7OTYwZKqSgbM/s1600/DeskWalls-82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJix351LFc7RwAREcrkwyzVEFY00bSL0Hs458KNBmrs-cn8M0EgBwPFeuOleMr-rcYs6kaByzy-wBOIBls5J7yHc1yF9uFCHF7hNOUXhkq5-_o-XP2t7hNRPU9V5VlrhBB7OTYwZKqSgbM/s1600/DeskWalls-82.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.<br /><br />"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.<br /><br />"I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still living with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her.<br /><br />"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger--that my joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her."<br /><br />Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of the Tin Woodman, and now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart.<br /><br />

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Sony Xperia Tablet S Review

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloGvs3svaw1ayGb4FeqOV3SLez5ucaxitjUULdJ1hvXH33L_D-MwqXX-CAbfG8IxJX63blZ9PXZYHkJSMCOQ8lawjlWC9Xjb8rKFsNY6f4IjRKPZBIuqKfjb6ylsSDDP4UGL2KPEt330z/s1600/tablets2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloGvs3svaw1ayGb4FeqOV3SLez5ucaxitjUULdJ1hvXH33L_D-MwqXX-CAbfG8IxJX63blZ9PXZYHkJSMCOQ8lawjlWC9Xjb8rKFsNY6f4IjRKPZBIuqKfjb6ylsSDDP4UGL2KPEt330z/s1600/tablets2.jpg" /></a></div>Without saying a word, Queequeg, in his wild sort of way, jumped upon the bulwarks, from thence into the bows of one of the whale-boats hanging to the side; and then bracing his left knee, and poising his harpoon, cried out in some such way as this:—<br /><br />"Cap'ain, you see him small drop tar on water dere? You see him? well, spose him one whale eye, well, den!" and taking sharp aim at it, he darted the iron right over old Bildad's broad brim, clean across the ship's decks, and struck the glistening tar spot out of sight.<br /><br />"Now," said Queequeg, quietly hauling in the line, "spos-ee him whale-e eye; why, dad whale dead."<br /><br />"Quick, Bildad," said Peleg, his partner, who, aghast at the close vicinity of the flying harpoon, had retreated towards the cabin gangway. "Quick, I say, you Bildad, and get the ship's papers. We must have Hedgehog there, I mean Quohog, in one of our boats. Look ye, Quohog, we'll give ye the ninetieth lay, and that's more than ever was given a harpooneer yet out of Nantucket."<br /><br />So down we went into the cabin, and to my great joy Queequeg was soon enrolled among the same ship's company to which I myself belonged.<br /><br />When all preliminaries were over and Peleg had got everything ready for signing, he turned to me and said, "I guess, Quohog there don't know how to write, does he? I say, Quohog, blast ye! dost thou sign thy name or make thy mark?"<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlSYIyCewiPkOohQpnSp-HdEhH-wP2_m2STfPRiN4oKwxggoUidNugLxQgK0oHp_v44E5SQfCx5PB5Zx9CZluDZGlGEpJIpJFdz3RgwuXl-TAOmsO8nGhvIJjCmLZsoczI7TbtalNnxr0/s1600/sony-xperia-j-black-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlSYIyCewiPkOohQpnSp-HdEhH-wP2_m2STfPRiN4oKwxggoUidNugLxQgK0oHp_v44E5SQfCx5PB5Zx9CZluDZGlGEpJIpJFdz3RgwuXl-TAOmsO8nGhvIJjCmLZsoczI7TbtalNnxr0/s1600/sony-xperia-j-black-front.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sony Xperia Black J</td></tr></tbody></table>But at this question, Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken part in similar ceremonies, looked no ways abashed; but taking the offered pen, copied upon the paper, in the proper place, an exact counterpart of a queer round figure which was tattooed upon his arm; so that through Captain Peleg's obstinate mistake touching his appellative, it stood something like this:—<br />Quohog. his X mark.<br /><br />Meanwhile Captain Bildad sat earnestly and steadfastly eyeing Queequeg, and at last rising solemnly and fumbling in the huge pockets of his broad-skirted drab coat, took out a bundle of tracts, and selecting one entitled "The Latter Day Coming; or No Time to Lose," placed it in Queequeg's hands, and then grasping them and the book with both his, looked earnestly into his eyes, and said, "Son of darkness, I must do my duty by thee; I am part owner of this ship, and feel concerned for the souls of all its crew; if thou still clingest to thy Pagan ways, which I sadly fear, I beseech thee, remain not for aye a Belial bondsman. Spurn the idol Bell, and the hideous dragon; turn from the wrath to come; mind thine eye, I say; oh! goodness gracious! steer clear of the fiery pit!"<br /><br />Something of the salt sea yet lingered in old Bildad's language, heterogeneously mixed with Scriptural and domestic phrases.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpwCGEzC7Es9HKUq2sCYqg_Chu_xEqrLzoMiqXIYww1Q-WhpGjNujCR3ZWq2ZWnYijEJDksJijUAvbAa2fEqXrXJmhyEGk0dr5onSfTPhV9hIAGGOdq_dN-64I5isiyyGGw4Kb3vjQtSl/s1600/Xperia_Tablet_S_13_withCoverwithKeyboard1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpwCGEzC7Es9HKUq2sCYqg_Chu_xEqrLzoMiqXIYww1Q-WhpGjNujCR3ZWq2ZWnYijEJDksJijUAvbAa2fEqXrXJmhyEGk0dr5onSfTPhV9hIAGGOdq_dN-64I5isiyyGGw4Kb3vjQtSl/s1600/Xperia_Tablet_S_13_withCoverwithKeyboard1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.<br /><br />In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.<br /><br />The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

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