Literary notes about Conveyance (AI summary)
The word "conveyance" in literature often straddles both literal and figurative realms. In many narratives, it straightforwardly denotes a mode of transportation, whether it's a carriage on a foggy London street or a mule-drawn cart on rugged roads, as seen when characters await a vehicle to carry them to their destination ([1], [2], [3]). Yet, the term is equally at home in more abstract or formal contexts. It can evoke the gentle transmission of sound through an organ's pipes, as Milton vividly illustrates ([4]), or it might appear in legal discussions concerning the transfer of property or rights ([5], [6], [7]). Through these varied usages, "conveyance" enriches the text by underscoring the movement not only of people and goods but also of ideas and intentions, thereby deepening the reader's engagement with both plot and theme ([8]).
- I was now myself looking out for the conveyance which was to take me to the Count.
— from Dracula by Bram Stoker - Procuring a conveyance, young Waddill and Northup were not long in traversing the few miles to the latter place.
— from Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup - It was pretty late in a summer evening when we reached the town, in our slow conveyance, though drawn by six at length.
— from Memoirs of Fanny Hill by John Cleland - By strange conveyance filled each hollow nook; As in an organ, from one blast of wind, To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton - I have said, Glanvill's predecessors probably regarded warranty as an obligation incident to a conveyance, rather than as a contract.
— from The Common Law by Oliver Wendell Holmes - A title by prescription is not a presumed conveyance from this or owner alone, it extinguishes all previous and inconsistent claims.
— from The Common Law by Oliver Wendell Holmes - The most familiar mode of gaining ownership is by conveyance from the previous owner.
— from The Common Law by Oliver Wendell Holmes - Unusual and new-coined words are doubtless an evil; but vagueness, confusion, and imperfect conveyance of our thoughts, are a far greater.
— from Biographia Literaria by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
