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"It fills all Space," continued the little soliloquizing Creature, "and what It fills, It is.

"'Tis a curious world we live in," continued he, soliloquizing. "There is the lieutenant, now, who might go quietly to bed if he chose, where no doubt he could stretch himself at his ease; but does he do it?

This Narrative contains many affecting incidents, many passages of great eloquence and power; but I think the most thrilling one of them all is the de- scription DOUGLASS gives of his feelings, as he stood soliloquizing respecting his fate, and the chances of his one day being a freeman, on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay--viewing the receding vessels as they flew with their white wings before the breeze, and apostrophizing them as animated by the living spirit of freedom.

D'Artagnan, walking and soliloquizing, had arrived within a few steps of the hotel d'Arguillon and in front of that hotel perceived Aramis, chatting gaily with three gentlemen; but as he had not forgotten that it was in presence of this young man that M.

Soliloquizing thus, the ape-man followed the spoor of Bara, the deer, the unfortunate upon which he had decided to satisfy his hunger.

The best form of soliloquizing is speaking to ourselves and impressing ourselves on our various platforms while the general public is unaware of the activities of government.

Since an actress has a duty to her adoring public, or at least its really handsome representatives, Maria agrees to meet the lieutenant in her dressing room when her husband is soliloquizing on stage.

65-69, prefers "monodrama" to "dramatic monologue" as a classification for Webster's soliloquizing character studies.

The realistic style employed in depicting each of the three characters now facing the wrath of the Supreme Court is that of fear and therefore soliloquizing for not respecting the directives of the Court.

And the soliloquizing spirit concludes: "for the infected world at large I could anticipate no regeneration save in death.

It is no wonder that in response an entire community over the course of the entirety of modernity has elaborated that recurrent moment of apocalypse into a veritable explosion of significance--shucking, jiving, dozens-playing, blues-insinuating, jazz syncopating, funk soliloquizing, diss-rap spittin', turn-table-scratching eloquence whose finesse exponentially wrests the incursion of domination into such a proliferating excess of seeing that even a Richard Prior in his most incantatory zone can only suggest its incandescent blaze.

The speaker is neither arbiter, victim, nor soliloquizing hero, but only, as the poem says, trying to arrive at his "midpoint." That is, he is trying to arrive at a center, one that bears a resemblance to negative capability--what Keats described as "when a person is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason." Poised amidst, and surrounded by, such ghostly forces as those represented in the poem, isn't his insomnia understandable?