The crazy coach rocked on its great leather springs, and swayed like a boat tossed on a stormy sea.
(Mem., this diary seems horribly like the beginning of the "Arabian Nights," for everything has to break off at cockcrow, or like the ghost of Hamlet's father.)
In and out amongst these green hills of what they call here the "Mittel Land" ran the road, losing itself as it swept round the grassy curve, or was shut out by the straggling ends of pine woods, which here and there ran down the hillsides like tongues of flame.
The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold, he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed cold as ice, more like the hand of a dead than a living man.
The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.
There were many things new to me. For instance, hay-ricks in the trees, and here and there very beautiful masses of weeping birch, their white stems shining like silver through the delicate green of the leaves.
There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth.
The thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal.
His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen.
His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires.
But my very feelings changed to repulsion and terror when I saw the whole man slowly emerge
Before many minutes had passed a pack of them poured, like a pent-up dam when liberated, through the wide entrance into the courtyard.
All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips.
from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over the dreadful abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like great wings.
He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone.
I am, I know, either being deceived, like a baby, by my own fears, or else I am in desperate straits, and if the latter be so, I need, and shall need, all my brains to get through.
Here, too, when they came, they found the Huns, whose warlike fury had swept the earth like a living flame, till the dying peoples held that in their veins ran the blood of those old witches, who, expelled from Scythia had mated with the devils in the desert.
He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.

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I gained a great deal of flesh, and we all ate like horses.
-- Two Years Before the Mast - Dana Jr., Richard Henry - 1840