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As a skip pushing away from its dock
in anxious moments, slipping alee
and you are yet on the same water
inescapably as a him, her or a me
forever saying goodbye in circles
because that is what you wanted
carried empty into a lonelier sea
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You are standing in a little row boat in the middle of a pond and you are holding a heavy rock in your arms. There is a water level gauge that indicates how high the water level is. Let's say for the purpose of discussion, this gauge reads twelve feet. Now, say that you decide this rock is way too heavy to hold, so you toss it in the water.
What happens to the water level mark on the gauge? Does it go up, down or stay the same?
First correct answer receives a special prize, if they wish.
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Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and talked about all kinds of things -- we was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let us -- the new clothes Buck's folks made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go much on clothes, nohow.
Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and maybe a spark -- which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or two -- on a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened.
~ From "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", Mark Twain