Then I stopped the ears of all my men, and they bound me hands and feet to the mast as I stood upright
on the cross piece; but they went on rowing themselves.
With that, he takes three strides forward to replace the papers on the lawyer's table and three strides backward to resume his former station, where he stands perfectly upright
, now looking at the ground and now at the painted ceillhg, with his hands behind him as if to prevent himself from accepting any other document whatever.
Any indignity that Villa Kennan chose to inflict upon him he was throbbingly glad to receive, such as doubling his ears inside out till they stuck, at the same time making him sit upright
, with helpless forefeet paddling the air for equilibrium, while she blew roguishly in his face and nostrils.
There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey, sitting upright
on its haunches and waving a hoof toward Button-Bright.
But it soon had to repent of its boasting, for a hurricane arose which tore it up from its roots, and cast it a useless log on the ground, while the little Reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright
again when the storm had passed over.
A sword whose hilt sparkled with gems stood fixed and upright
in the breast; a pool of blood had collected on the stones of the sidewalk.
But it is a terrible ordeal for a man to stand upright
on his two legs unswaying, and decide that in all the universe he finds for himself but one freedom--namely, the anticipating of the day of his death.
The English reader may perhaps form a better idea of it, by being told that it was impossible to stand upright
anywhere but in the middle.
And this most upright
existence, the ego--it speaketh of the body, and still implieth the body, even when it museth and raveth and fluttereth with broken wings.
Of an increase of hideous customers, and this horrible bedstead set upright
again, and this horrible court swept clean?
The canoes appeared very black on the white hiss of water; turbaned heads swayed back and forth; a multitude of arms in crimson and yellow rose and fell with one movement; the spearmen upright
in the bows of canoes had variegated sarongs and gleaming shoulders like bronze statues; the muttered strophes of the paddlers' song ended periodically in a plaintive shout.
If one was the most dutiful child in existence (of course on the whole one hopes one is), isn't she enough to make one want to poke her with something wooden, sitting there bolt upright
in a corner?