F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 7
on the softly sea along swaying. A moment more and I felt the
tide torn songs and the perfect and ground murmur, as you/he/she had done in mine
infancy, when I had listened and I had wondered what wanted to say. The sea
gull was also, nesting himself/herself/itself on the bald sands, where he had looked for
remains for the night, and there it echoed long through the air this way
pleasant, the music of the song of a fisherman; and the mimic ones practise the danced surfing
and it skipped about along the beach, while spreading him/it with a chain of
phosphorous light on which the lanterns climbed on two grandiose
towers close from it threw a great you flash of light: and this completed the
portrait.
While contemplating the beauties in front of me, I was suddenly grabbed
with a greed for the fame. Me it was true I had the small worth of mine really,
but as you/he/she was become to the fashion to this day for men without worth
famous becoming, the opportunity for me I thought, it was favorable
indeed. I contemplated my trip in search of the fame, and resolved
never to hesitation. "Fame", me the mused, "that quality of art of metal you
fact of, do those millionses arch down and thee of adoration?" And every nature,
through his/her beauties, it seemed to return an answer, and I rose from
my day-dream and wended my way toward the box of my elderly parents. A
bright light streamed from one of the windows, serving as my light of signaling.
I had not gone far in front of the Fame, I thought, he/she answered for her, and
says: "Knows, child of a fisherman, that I am a capricious goddess; to
me has called this way the less, from the critics. And them, being experienced in deep
knowledge, makes verdicts that the world doesn't have to dispute. I have the
world for my court: my shrine is everywhere, and millionses adore to
it. Genius, culture, and value they are mine it serves. I have great and
good men for my vassals; and on them if it allows me comforts to
gives my gifts. I look for out the wise man and the virtuoso and place
garlands of the immortality on their heads; I toy with my victims, and