By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk

The/Professor/at/the/ Breakfast/Table/(Excerpt) By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/ to/relate,/which/must/be/dull/// reading/to/some/of/my/young/ and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t// know,/however,/that/any/of///// them/have/entered/into/a////// contract/to/read/all/that/I///// write,/or/that/I/have/promised/ always/to/write/to/please/////// them./What/if/I/should///////// sometimes/write/to/please////// myself?///////////////////////////

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Now/you/must/know/that//////// there/are/a/great/many//////// things/which/interest/me,/to//// some/of/which/this/or/that///// particular/class/of/readers///// may/be/totally/indifferent./I/// love/Nature,/and/human//////// nature,/its/thoughts,///////////// affections,/dreams,///////////// aspirations,/delusions,—Art/in/// all/its/forms,—virtue/in/all/its/// eccentricities,—old/stories/////// from/black-letter/volumes////// and/yellow/manuscripts,/and/// new/projects/out/of/hot//////// brains/not/yet/imbedded/in///// the/snows/of/age./I/love/the/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

generous/impulses/of/the/////// reformer;/but/not/less/does//// my/imagination/feed/itself///// upon/the/old/litanies,/so/often/ warmed/by/the/human/breath/ upon/which/they/were/wafted/ to/Heaven/that/they/glow////// through/our/frames/like/our//// own/heart’s/blood./I/hope/I///// love/good/men/and/women;/I/// know/that/they/never/speak/a/ word/to/me,/even/if/it/be/of/// question/or/blame,/that/I/do/// not/take/pleasantly,/if/it/is///// expressed/with/a/reasonable/// amount/of/human/////////////// kindness/./././///////////////////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

I/hope/I/love/good/people,///// not/for/their/sake,/but/for/my/ own./And/most/assuredly,/if//// any/deed/of/wrong/or/word//// of/bitterness/led/me/into/an/// act/of/disrespect/towards////// that/enlightened/and/////////// excellent/class/of/men/who///// make/it/their/calling/to/teach/ goodness/and/their/duty/to//// practice/it,/I/should/feel/that/ I/had/done/myself/an/injury/// rather/than/them.///////////////


The/Professor/at/the/ Breakfast/Table/(Excerpt) By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/ to/relate,/which/must/be/dull/// reading/to/some/of/my/young/ and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t// know,/however,/that/any/of///// them/have/entered/into/a////// contract/to/read/all/that/I///// write,/or/that/I/have/promised/ always/to/write/to/please/////// them./What/if/I/should///////// sometimes/write/to/please////// myself?///////////////////////////


Now/you/must/know/that//////// there/are/a/great/many//////// things/which/interest/me,/to//// some/of/which/this/or/that///// particular/class/of/readers///// may/be/totally/indifferent./I/// love/Nature,/and/human//////// nature,/its/thoughts,///////////// affections,/dreams,///////////// aspirations,/delusions,—Art/in/// all/its/forms,—virtue/in/all/its/// eccentricities,—old/stories/////// from/black-letter/volumes////// and/yellow/manuscripts,/and/// new/projects/out/of/hot//////// brains/not/yet/imbedded/in///// the/snows/of/age./I/love/the/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

generous/impulses/of/the/////// reformer;/but/not/less/does//// my/imagination/feed/itself///// upon/the/old/litanies,/so/often/ warmed/by/the/human/breath/ upon/which/they/were/wafted/ to/Heaven/that/they/glow////// through/our/frames/like/our//// own/heart’s/blood./I/hope/I///// love/good/men/and/women;/I/// know/that/they/never/speak/a/ word/to/me,/even/if/it/be/of/// question/or/blame,/that/I/do/// not/take/pleasantly,/if/it/is///// expressed/with/a/reasonable/// amount/of/human/////////////// kindness/./././///////////////////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

I/hope/I/love/good/people,///// not/for/their/sake,/but/for/my/ own./And/most/assuredly,/if//// any/deed/of/wrong/or/word//// of/bitterness/led/me/into/an/// act/of/disrespect/towards////// that/enlightened/and/////////// excellent/class/of/men/who///// make/it/their/calling/to/teach/ goodness/and/their/duty/to//// practice/it,/I/should/feel/that/ I/had/done/myself/an/injury/// rather/than/them.///////////////


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The/Professor/at/the/Breakfast/ Table/(Excerpt)

By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/to/ relate,/which/must/be/dull/////// reading/to/some/of/my/young///

and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t//// know,/however,/that/any/of//////

them/have/entered/into/a//////// contract/to/read/all/that/I//////

write,/or/that/I/have/promised/// always/to/write/to/please/them.//

What/if/I/should/sometimes///// write/to/please/myself?///////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

Now/you/must/know/that////// there/are/a/great/many/things/// which/interest/me,/to/some/of//// which/this/or/that/particular////

class/of/readers/may/be/totally///

indifferent./I/love/Nature,/and/// human/nature,/its/thoughts,/////

affections,/dreams,/aspirations,//// delusions,—Art/in/all/its//////// forms,—virtue/in/all/its///////// eccentricities,—old/stories/from//// black-letter/volumes/and/yellow/ manuscripts,/and/new/projects///

out/of/hot/brains/not/yet////////


imbedded/in/the/snows/of/age./I/ love/the/generous/impulses/of/the/

reformer;/but/not/less/does/my/// imagination/feed/itself/upon/the/

old/litanies,/so/often/warmed/by/

the/human/breath/upon/which/// they/were/wafted/to/Heaven/that/

they/glow/through/our/frames//// like/our/own/heart’s/blood./I///// hope/I/love/good/men/and//////

women;/I/know/that/they/never/ speak/a/word/to/me,/even/if/it/// be/of/question/or/blame,/that/I// do/not/take/pleasantly,/if/it/is//


expressed/with/a/reasonable////// amount/of/human/kindness/././. I/hope/I/love/good/people,/not/// for/their/sake,/but/for/my/own.//

And/most/assuredly,/if/any/deed/ of/wrong/or/word/of/bitterness///

led/me/into/an/act/of/disrespect// towards/that/enlightened/and////

excellent/class/of/men/who/make/ it/their/calling/to/teach/goodness/

and/their/duty/to/practice/it,/I//

should/feel/that/I/had/done////// myself/an/injury/rather/than/// them.////////////////////////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

The/Professor/at/the/Breakfast/ Table/(Excerpt)

By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/to/ relate,/which/must/be/dull/////// reading/to/some/of/my/young///

and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t//// know,/however,/that/any/of//////

them/have/entered/into/a//////// contract/to/read/all/that/I//////

write,/or/that/I/have/promised/// always/to/write/to/please/them.//

What/if/I/should/sometimes///// write/to/please/myself?///////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

Now/you/must/know/that//////

there/are/a/great/many/things/// which/interest/me,/to/some/of//// which/this/or/that/particular//// class/of/readers/may/be/totally///

indifferent./I/love/Nature,/and/// human/nature,/its/thoughts,/////

affections,/dreams,/aspirations,//// delusions,—Art/in/all/its//////// forms,—virtue/in/all/its///////// eccentricities,—old/stories/from//// black-letter/volumes/and/yellow/ manuscripts,/and/new/projects///

out/of/hot/brains/not/yet////////


imbedded/in/the/snows/of/age./I/

love/the/generous/impulses/of/the/

reformer;/but/not/less/does/my/// imagination/feed/itself/upon/the/ old/litanies,/so/often/warmed/by/

the/human/breath/upon/which/// they/were/wafted/to/Heaven/that/

they/glow/through/our/frames//// like/our/own/heart’s/blood./I///// hope/I/love/good/men/and//////

women;/I/know/that/they/never/ speak/a/word/to/me,/even/if/it/// be/of/question/or/blame,/that/I// do/not/take/pleasantly,/if/it/is//


expressed/with/a/reasonable////// amount/of/human/kindness/././.

I/hope/I/love/good/people,/not/// for/their/sake,/but/for/my/own.//

And/most/assuredly,/if/any/deed/ of/wrong/or/word/of/bitterness///

led/me/into/an/act/of/disrespect// towards/that/enlightened/and////

excellent/class/of/men/who/make/ it/their/calling/to/teach/goodness/

and/their/duty/to/practice/it,/I// should/feel/that/I/had/done////// myself/an/injury/rather/than///

them.////////////////////////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

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The/Professor/at/the/Breakfast/ Table/(Excerpt) By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/ to/relate,/which/must/be/dull// reading/to/some/of/my/young/// and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t// know,/however,/that/any/of///// them/have/entered/into/a////// contract/to/read/all/that/I///// write,/or/that/I/have/promised// always/to/write/to/please/////// them./What/if/I/should//////// sometimes/write/to/please/////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

myself?///////////////////////// Now/you/must/know/that////// there/are/a/great/many/things/ which/interest/me,/to/some/of// which/this/or/that/particular// class/of/readers/may/be/totally/ indifferent./I/love/Nature,/and/ human/nature,/its/thoughts,/// affections,/dreams,/aspirations,/ delusions,—Art/in/all/its//////// forms,—virtue/in/all/its///////// eccentricities,—old/stories/from// black-letter/volumes/and/////// yellow/manuscripts,/and/new/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

projects/out/of/hot/brains/not/// yet/imbedded/in/the/snows/of// age./I/love/the/generous///////// impulses/of/the/reformer;/but/// not/less/does/my/imagination// feed/itself/upon/the/old///////// litanies,/so/often/warmed/by//// the/human/breath/upon/which/ they/were/wafted/to/Heaven///// that/they/glow/through/our//// frames/like/our/own/heart’s//// blood./I/hope/I/love/good/men// and/women;/I/know/that/they/ never/speak/a/word/to/me,/even/ if/it/be/of/question/or/blame,/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

that/I/do/not/take/pleasantly,/ if/it/is/expressed/with/a//////// reasonable/amount/of/human/ kindness/./././/////////////////// I/hope/I/love/good/people,/not/// for/their/sake,/but/for/my/own. And/most/assuredly,/if/any///// deed/of/wrong/or/word/of/////// bitterness/led/me/into/an/act/// of/disrespect/towards/that////// enlightened/and/excellent////// class/of/men/who/make/it////// their/calling/to/teach/goodness/ and/their/duty/to/practice/it,/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

I/should/feel/that/I/had/done/ myself/an/injury/rather/than// them.///////////////////////////


The/Professor/at/the/Breakfast/ Table/(Excerpt) By/Oliver/Wendell/Holmes I/have/a/long/theological/talk/ to/relate,/which/must/be/dull// reading/to/some/of/my/young/// and/vivacious/friends./I/don’t// know,/however,/that/any/of///// them/have/entered/into/a////// contract/to/read/all/that/I///// write,/or/that/I/have/promised// always/to/write/to/please/////// them./What/if/I/should//////// sometimes/write/to/please/////// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

myself?///////////////////////// Now/you/must/know/that////// there/are/a/great/many/things/ which/interest/me,/to/some/of// which/this/or/that/particular// class/of/readers/may/be/totally/ indifferent./I/love/Nature,/and/ human/nature,/its/thoughts,/// affections,/dreams,/aspirations,/ delusions,—Art/in/all/its/////// forms,—virtue/in/all/its///////// eccentricities,—old/stories/from/ black-letter/volumes/and/////// yellow/manuscripts,/and/new/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

projects/out/of/hot/brains/not/// yet/imbedded/in/the/snows/of// age./I/love/the/generous///////// impulses/of/the/reformer;/but/// not/less/does/my/imagination// feed/itself/upon/the/old///////// litanies,/so/often/warmed/by//// the/human/breath/upon/which/ they/were/wafted/to/Heaven///// that/they/glow/through/our//// frames/like/our/own/heart’s//// blood./I/hope/I/love/good/men// and/women;/I/know/that/they/ never/speak/a/word/to/me,/even/ if/it/be/of/question/or/blame,/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

that/I/do/not/take/pleasantly,/ if/it/is/expressed/with/a//////// reasonable/amount/of/human// kindness/./././/////////////////// I/hope/I/love/good/people,/not/// for/their/sake,/but/for/my/own. And/most/assuredly,/if/any///// deed/of/wrong/or/word/of/////// bitterness/led/me/into/an/act/// of/disrespect/towards/that////// enlightened/and/excellent////// class/of/men/who/make/it////// their/calling/to/teach/goodness/ and/their/duty/to/practice/it,/// © 2014 Bonnie Rose Hudson WriteBonnieRose.com

I/should/feel/that/I/had/done/ myself/an/injury/rather/than// them.///////////////////////////


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