ellauri052.html on line 751: So the two men entwined and wrestled with each other, working nearer and nearer. Both were white and clear, but Gerald flushed smart red where he was touched, and Birkin remained white and tense. He seemed to penetrate into Gerald´s more solid, more diffuse bulk, to interfuse his body through the body of the other, as if to bring it subtly into subjection, always seizing with some rapid necromantic fore-knowledge every motion of the other flesh, converting and counteracting it, playing upon the limbs and trunk of Gerald like some hard wind. It was as if Birkin´s whole physical intelligence interpenetrated into Gerald´s body, as if his fine, sublimated energy entered into the flesh of the fuller man, like some potency, casting a fine net, a prison, through the muscles into the very depths of Gerald´s physical being.
ellauri067.html on line 470: The relationship between J.P. Morgan and Thomas Edison is a classic case of high finance. As Edison needed money to fund his work he would give a huge block of stock in his company to Morgan. Eventually the bulk of Edison Electric shares were controlled by the J.P. Morgan.
ellauri082.html on line 131: JOI also created DMZ as part of an attempt to undo the effects of Hal’s eating mold as a child (recall: DMZ is a mold that grows on a mold). He left it along with the Entertainment (recall: ETA kids find JOI’s personal effects (670: “a bulky old doorless microwave…a load of old TP cartridges…mostly unlabelled”); the tapes and the DMZ are delivered together to the FLQ) which is about this goal (it stars a woman named Madame Psychosis (a street name for DMZ; another is 1st Av.) explaining that the thing that killed you in your last life will give birth to you in the next). The DMZ and the Entertainment were meant to go together for Hal. Now that the Entertainment has escaped, he needs to get Hal the DMZ.
ellauri117.html on line 249: So the two men entwined and wrestled with each other, working nearer and nearer. Both were white and clear, but Gerald flushed smart red where he was touched, and Birkin remained white and tense. He seemed to penetrate into Gerald´s more solid, more diffuse bulk, to interfuse his body through the body of the other, as if to bring it subtly into subjection, always seizing with some rapid necromantic fore-knowledge every motion of the other flesh, converting and counteracting it, playing upon the limbs and trunk of Gerald like some hard wind. It was as if Birkin´s whole physical intelligence interpenetrated into Gerald´s body, as if his fine, sublimated energy entered into the flesh of the fuller man, like some potency, casting a fine net, a prison, through the muscles into the very depths of Gerald´s physical being.
ellauri190.html on line 261: In the first half of the 14th century, most of what is now Ukraine was cleared of the Mongols by the troops of a powerful ruler of Lithuania, Gedimin, and Ukraine became a part of the Great Duchy of Lithuania. The latter was a peculiar country. The bulk of its territory and population was what now is the Slavic country of Belarus. Only a small minority of its people traced their origin from the Baltic tribes, while the majority were Slavs. Gedimin’s name in modern Lithuanian is Gyadiminas, but in the chronicles he is named Kgindimin or Kindimin, which might have a Slavic root. The language of Gedimin’s court, and the court of his sons and grandsons was very Slavic, much like a mixture of somewhat archaic Ukrainian and Belarusian. The laws of the entire Duchy, the so-called Lithuanian Statutes, were written in the Cyrillic alphabet and read very much like the Belarusian (definitely Slavic) language. So they were bad guys in anyone's book already then.
ellauri236.html on line 475: Fenner got to his feet. He was surprised Blandish wasn’t a bigger man. Only slightly above middle height, the millionaire seemed puny beside Fenner’s muscular bulk. His eyes gave his face its arresting power and character. Fenner has arresting power on his bulk, and Paula has a caracteristic butt. They were hard, shrewd and alert eyes of a man who has fought his way to the top with no mercy asked nor given. Now this is proper monkey business! Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk in the flesh! Täähän on yhtä mahtavaa kuin Malamudin apinoiden saarella!
ellauri321.html on line 101: A new English edition appeared in the year following, and an American reprint of the editio princeps was brought out by Matthew Carey in Philadelphia in 1793. In the meantime its author, whose full name was J. Hector Saint John de Crèvecoeur, had himself translated the book into French, adding to it very considerably, and publishing it in Paris in 1784.* A second French edition, still further enlarged and containing excellent maps and plates, appeared in 1787. These bibliographical facts are significant. They show that for at least twenty years, probably for a much longer period, the “Letters from an American Farmer” was an important interpreter of the New World to the Old. It seems to have been in answer to a demand aroused by his first book that Crèvecoeur ventured to treat the same theme once more. But the three bulky volumes of his “Journey in Upper Pennsylvania” (1801) contain little that is now or illuminating.
ellauri386.html on line 428: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
xxx/ellauri027.html on line 954: The participant is approached with respect, handed a bulk cut flower with a kiss or handshake depending on gender, and treated as a miraculous (if suspect) specimen of life. (I realize the romanticism of this way of speaking, but that’s the way I think, and it works. Everybody buys it hook, line, and sinker.) Whether a clown or a king, the participant is assumed to possess potential that nobody can quite name. (Not before nor after the treatment. But that is not the point.)
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 500: Ukkola on rohkea ja älykäs tabujen murtaja, joka on rohkeasti esittämässä kaikki anglosaksisten konservatiivien tuoreimmat kliseet suomalaisen yhteiskunnan huutavimpiin tarpeisiin. Hänen suurin avunsa toimittajana on autenttisen ja tuoreen ummikkonäkökulman välittäminen, mikä johtuu hänen kyvyttömyydestään tajuta mitään hämmentävän suuresta asiajoukosta. Tähän mennessä Ukkola on lähestynyt mm. kasvatustiedettä, kulttuurijournalismia, opetussuunnitelmaa, politiikkaa, historiaa ja sosiologiaa ymmärtämättä ko. aiheista ensimmäistäkään seikkaa. Ukkolan harvinaislaatuinen kyky toimia johdonmukaisesti huonossa uskossa 24/7 edesauttaa häntä mahdollisimman puhtaan journalistisen bulkkityhjyyden sarjatuotannossa. Ukkola on kansallinen voimavara, ja hänen ansioluettelossaan ehkä korkeimmalle sijalle sijoittuu Julkisen sanan neuvoston langettava päätös toimittajan aseman väärinkäytöstä – maininta on imarteleva, koska siinä JSN tunnustaa pitäneensä Ukkolaa toimittajana.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 99: 28. Tradition not only authenticates Books in the bulk, but it gives moreover the distinct degrees of Credibility to divers passages in the same Book already authenticated in gross. [That¨s for you fundamentalists!]
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 688: Ancæus, great of hand, an iron bulk,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1736: The blind bulk of the immeasurable beast.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1801: Under the last rib, sheer through bulk and bone,
xxx/ellauri385.html on line 425: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
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