21244667">Maikki Koiranen, ruotsinmaikka,
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ellauri038.html on line 80: Juurikin näin. 2126769" data-nimi="Rée Paul">Paul Rée (sepalusta kaiveleva nikkari yo. kuvassa) oli mursua 5v nuorempi, jonkinlainen sielutieteilijä sekin, ei oikeastaan hullumpi: materialisti, deterministi, darwinisti, viis välitti vapaasta tahdosta. Edusti siis 2120638" data-nimi="Bourget Paul">Paul Bourgetin nimenomaan inhoamia näkemyxiä, ja osallistui samaan sotaan vastapuolella. Mikä pahinta: äveriästä eheytynyttä jutkusukua. Loppuun filosofoituaan liukastui johki rotkoon ehkä tahallaan. Osterina kolmantena toimiva Lou oli ryssä, josta tuli matkailija ja kirjailija. Nazit haukku sitä Suomen jutkuxi vaikka se oli hugenotteja. Loun 25vuotta vanhempi ope, holl. pastori Gillot oli niin siihen lääpällään et olis jättäny vaimoparkansa jos Lou ois siitä huolinut. Ei huolinut.
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ellauri047.html on line 109: Goethe oli herttuan rötykkäkomitean (Privy Council) jäsen, istui sota- ja maantiekomiteassa (haukotus), leikkas sinisen nauhan kun Ilmenaun hopeakaivos avattiin ja jarrutti tutkinnonuudistusta Jenan yliopistossa. Antoi avustuxen kasvitieteelliseen puutarhaan ja suunnitteli mukavuuslaitosta herttuan palaziin. Jotain nilkkimäistä näyttää siinä olleen, tulee mieleen 2123456" data-nimi="Mustajoki Arto">Arto Samuli. Se mm. möi kulkureita ja toisinajattelijoista sotilaixi armeijoihin. Pientä kaupantekoa ei vielä ihan kuolleilla sieluilla.
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ellauri051.html on line 788: 212 An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, 212 Näkymätön käsi kulki myös heidän ruumiinsa yli,
ellauri051.html on line 1825: 1212 It is not far, it is within reach, 1212 Se ei ole kaukana, se on käden ulottuvilla,
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ellauri053.html on line 1205: Mitä oli tarjolla 2126063">Tylsän riikinkukkopäivällisillä Sussexissa 1914? Mitähän. Veikkaan että suusexiä. Dobby ja Jästi oli kuzuttu, missä luuraa Tomppa? No se oli 25 ja vasta muuttamassa jenkeistä. Se oli hädin tuskin kuoriutunut munasta. Jästi on eri nenäkkään näköinen. Sillä on mirri kaulassa kuin Armas Salosella, muttei sentään nenäliinaa päässä.
ellauri060.html on line 1070: Nyt kun Iloisesta surusta on 163s luettu, voidaanko tuohon kysymyxeen vastata? Voi olla liian hätäistä, mutta tähän asti luetun perusteella se olisi jonkinlainen passiivis-aggressiivinen, epäonnistunut setämies. Voi helvetti, tätä elämää! Aika samanlajista on setäily tähän saakka kuin 21234" data-nimi="Hotakainen Kari">Kari Hotakaisen passiivis-aggressiivisella Virtas-Matilla. Mutta hirvijahdista alkaa aktiivisempi misogynia:
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Introduction
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I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the 212; the limb 212; were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls 212; that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime 212; an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) 212; go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) 212; it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …