ellauri008.html on line 963: Muutama enemmän tai vähemmän, who cares.
ellauri011.html on line 1136: Eli hyviäkö vai pahoja, who cares, se on jo ihan unohtunut, ja rohkeuskin on kyseenalaista. Pelosta tulee salonkikelpoista, kun sen nimexi pannaan izehillintä. Niinkuin imugeeni Savvalla, jonka teki mieli myydä usko kullasta, mut hillizi izensä, teki mieli panna kokottia, mutta hillizi izensä, ja teki mieli sanoa rumasti ikävälle ihmiselle, mut hillizi izensä kuin Pirkko, ei sanonut mitään, oli ihan hiljaa.
ellauri014.html on line 518: A cartoon depicting Rousseau as a Savage Man, a Yahoo, caught in the woods was more to Hume's taste. He described it to her with relish. "I am represented as a farmer, who caresses him and offers him some oats to eat, which he refuses in a rage; Voltaire and D'Alembert are whipping him up behind; and Horace Walpole making him horns of papier maché. The idea is not altogether absurd." (Edmonds/Eidinow, Enlightened enemies, the Guardian 2007)
ellauri018.html on line 498: One is tempted to ask who cares
ellauri026.html on line 227: This is a famous line, but here it would hardly seem to merit its fame—who cares about people “arguing about how tough they are”? The word here translated as “tough” just happens to be one of the central words of Hellenic thought: arete, “virtue” or “excellence,” that subject of so many subsequent philosophy lectures—whose learnability or unlearnability Plato made the subject of inquiry, and which Aristotle defined as a mean between two vices. The word can be used to mean something like “bravery,” but it is wildly broader and richer than “how tough one is” (there is a queen named Arete in the poem, but Wilson refrains from translating her as “Queen Tough”). The line was quoted over and over again in later days because it was considered the height of happiness for a man to have a son and grandson competing with each other to possess virtue or true excellence. This Wilson suppresses, as a thing irrelevant to contemporary idiom—“toughness” will have to serve in its place.
ellauri028.html on line 100: Toinen aivan mainio kahden markan pläjäys on What is man. Kyse on taas just samoista teemoista kuin mullakin, onx ihminen vaan tyhmä elukka vai vielä pahempaa, vaan kone, vaiko jotain hienoa, joku taskukokoinen puolijumala. Nuori mies uhoilee, vanha mies suhtautuu kyynisesti, ei enää edes sarkastisesti. (Joku kyllä kommentoi, fair enough, että näissä filosofisissa dialogeissa on aina joku fixu, esim. vanha mies, ja toinen totaalinen tomppeli, esim. nuori mies. Epistä, Joni heittää KOKO AJAN! valitti Pauli lumisodassa Juuan mökillä.) Erittäinkin hyvin väännettyjä pointteja. Mm. se LM Alcottin runotytön skizo et jos hyvis saa hyvät vibat kiltteydestä onx se sillon izekäs vai epä. Turhaa nikerrystä ja nakerrusta, mitä väliä. Hyvin menee mutta menköön. Who cares, kuten argumentoi Booze Hound alempana.
ellauri028.html on line 198: Apparently man is a selfish prick that can't think for himself and relies on "outside influences". He is a chameleon. He is nothing but a mere machine. Well, at least according to Twain. Man is a fraud and only lives for himself. He is really driving home this point that everyone is selfish and acts out of selfish needs (big surprise?), even if viewed (publicly and personally) as a self-sacrificing person. My question is; who cares? If the end result is the same, what does the actions matter. Let's say, saving a woman from a burning house. Twain says you do this out of making yourself feel good and avoiding the pain of not saving the woman, nothing else; the woman comes second to your own need of feeling good. But regardless of how it makes you feel, you still saved the woman in the end. The good is still done, even though you did it for yourself. Forget how the action was achieved. What does it matter if we refer to this as "self sacrificing" or "selfishness". Answer me this question, Twain! THE ACTION REMAINS THE SAME!!!.... I feel this must have been written during a time when everyone was going around smugly proclaiming to be self-sacrificing do-gooders and self-proclaimed religious nuts while really being shitty people; which had to be the most annoying thing ever. I guess it feels a bit outdated and I think people who naively go around claiming that they are "self-sacrificing do-gooders" are simply laughed at in our post modern times as smug assholes who need to get off their high horse (high horse? who owns a fucking horse nowadays, anyways?). I feel it is pretty accepted now that those who do good are doing them for their own selfish gains and the view of acceptance by others, at least I think this is the case. I don't know cause I don't know do-gooders, everyone I know (including myself) are dicks and more concerned with their celluar phones and creating social dating websites on the internet in vain attempts to pick up chicks only to drink alone and desperately spend several hours harassing women on social dating sites until one, out of pity, decides to respond to your 50 private messages, which then they foolishly decides to set up a date with you; only for you to be disappointed and stood up; which results in more drinking and paying a "dancer" to give you a hand job behind the goodwill on a Saturday night....
ellauri033.html on line 373: anathématise par devoir et se récompense en les caressant.
ellauri035.html on line 390: I love long black eyes that caress like silk,
ellauri038.html on line 403: Ja nyt vanhuxena se, että sepalus on useimmiten auki. Who cares,
ellauri039.html on line 521: For me, a developed nation is one in which it cares for it´s people. That accepts science when it says “this affects your health negatively", and says “we don't want our people sick"
ellauri050.html on line 239: Let me twine you with caresses, antakaa mun kietoa teidät hyväilyihin,
ellauri050.html on line 356: Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly? vaan sen ystävällisesti ojennetun käden varjo?
ellauri051.html on line 812: 232 In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, 232 Minussa elämän hyväilijä kaikkialla, missä liikkuu, niin taaksepäin kuin eteenkin,
ellauri051.html on line 817: 237 My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, 237 Askelmani pelottaa hirven ja metsäankkaa kaukaisella ja päivän mittaisella vaelluksellani,
ellauri051.html on line 1300: 701 A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, 701 Jättimäinen ori, raikas ja herkkä hyväilleni,
ellauri053.html on line 1273: Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed Över den jättelessna tjejen, hennes lår den här gången
ellauri065.html on line 514: 1. "le ironical" term used alot on 4chan to mock people using maymays (memes) often accompanied by the word "le" for extra effect. 2. a very sweet person who cares about all his close friends and family he may get in trouble a lot but he will never stop caring he is a humble strong and a person who just loves without showing it if you meet an ebin make sure you keep him close he is a good lover and great in bed with a lover take care of any ebin. 3. Someone who is afraid of legit every little frickin´ thing, also known as a wuss or pansy. 4. (Nzadi) (plural mbin) door Synonym: elaŋ.
ellauri066.html on line 354: Jotkut pellet on jo 45v miettineet onko Tolpan differentiaaliyhtälö siv. 313 (huom: Aku Ankan rekkari! Onko tää jokin salaliittojuju?) oikein vaiko vasein. (One is tempted to ask: Who cares?)
ellauri067.html on line 461: He continued, “So Santa´s reindeer, which all sport antlers, are therefore all female, which means Rudolf has been misgendered.” Tyson’s message triggered swift criticism, which included accusations that Tyson was “ruining things that are supposed to be fun.” “Why ruin this magic for children with your reddit-tier haha i’m so smart bulls***, this isn’t funny, you aren’t clever, and nobody cares, let them have this magic in their lives, you sound like an adolescent,” another person said. “They’re magic reindeer a**hole. The normal rules don’t apply. Quit trying to s*** on Christmas,” one person replied.
ellauri067.html on line 581: From early on, Prokosch sought to surround himself with a veil of mystification and cast his life into a hopeless riddle. Approaching his sixtieth year, he boasted that no person had succeeded in knowing him as an integral personality: "I have spent my life alone, utterly alone, and no biography of me could ever more than scratch the surface. All the facts in Who’s Who, or whatever, are so utterly meaningless. My real life (if I ever dared to write it!) has transpired in darkness, secrecy, fleeting contacts and incommunicable delights, any number of strange picaresque escapades and even crimes, and I don't think that any of my 'friends' have even the faintest notion of what I'm really like or have any idea of what my life has really consisted of. . . .With all the surface 'respectability,' diplomatic and scholarly and illustrious social contacts, my real life has been subversive, anarchic, vicious, lonely, and capricious."
ellauri092.html on line 428: But the city that scares me the most is East St. Louis, Illinois. Unlike other American cities, there are NO nice parts of town. In East St. Louis, you’ll have the greatest chance of becoming the victim of a violent crime! They lead in the categories of overall violent crime rate, murder rate, aggravated assault rate, and robbery rate. Nearby St. Louis is 2nd when it comes to violent crime and murder, and among the top five in aggravated assault and robbery. But East St. Louis takes the cake!
ellauri094.html on line 367: It took me some time to track down the Greek text of Baruch 6:2. Baruch 6:2 does say in the Greek “until the seventh generation.” The word “ἕως” is interpreted as “until” and it is a Greek particle marking a limit, that is, a temporal point of termination. (Who cares about the Greek anyway. It was dictated in hebrew or something.)
ellauri100.html on line 1059: Squeez’d and caress’d her:
ellauri107.html on line 195: In the following excerpts from Hawthorne's The Blithedale Romance, the Hawthorne-like character, poet and narrator Miles Coverdale, and the Melville-like character, passionate monomaniac Hollingsworth suggest Melville's influence on the novel. The first person narrator, a young man who joins a major enterprise with mostly adventure-seeking motives, certainly calls to mind narrator Ishmael in Melville's Moby-Dick. The dark and brawny Hollingsworth, bearing a physical resemblance to Melville, cares for Coverdale and seeks his partnership, moreover, in an intensity that seems to parallel Melville's evident affection for and desire for intimacy with Hawthorne. The sharp, mysterious break in the relationships between the two authors and the fictional pair constitute yet another likeness.
ellauri115.html on line 422: A cartoon depicting Rousseau as a Savage Man, a Yahoo, caught in the woods was more to Hume's taste. He described it to her with relish. "I am represented as a farmer, who caresses him and offers him some oats to eat, which he refuses in a rage; Voltaire and D'Alembert are whipping him up behind; and Horace Walpole making him horns of papier maché. The idea is not altogether absurd."
ellauri133.html on line 75: Geography. If I had wanted to know that Granard was in the midlands and had 1200 inhabitants, I would have bought an atlas. I wanted to read about people doing interesting things. Interesting monkeys doing interesting monkey things, like fleecing, hooting, or masturbating in a tree. Yep, who cares which tree.
ellauri133.html on line 402: King has stated that his goal with It was to blend all of the scariest monsters together. "But then I thought to myself, ‘There ought to be one binding, horrible, nasty, gross, crevice kind of thing that you don’t want to see, [and] it makes you scream just to see it,’" he explained. "So I thought of myself: ‘What scares children more than anything else in the world?’ And the answer was ‘a clown like me with a scary face like mine.´ Reconsidering, no that was daddy's nightly horror that drove him away. For me, the answer was, 'it is mommy's IT as daddy's stickig it to IT.'"
ellauri143.html on line 1221: Explanation : (A) pleasing (object) to his foes is he who reads not moral works, does nothing that is enjoined by them cares not for reproach and is not possessed of good qualities.
ellauri146.html on line 469: L’Homme a toujours besoin de caresse et d’amour, Miespä tarvii koko ajan haleja,
ellauri150.html on line 269: à table, battant des mains, quand il y avait un plat qu’elle aimait ; au salon, grillant des cigarettes, affectant, devant les hommes, une affection exubérante pour ses amies, se jetant à leur cou, leur caressant la main, leur chuchotant à l’oreille, disant des ingénuités, disant aussi des méchancetés, admirablement, d’une voix douce et frêle, qui savait même, à l’occasion, dire des choses très lestes, sans avoir l’air d’y toucher, qui savait encore mieux en faire dire, — l’air candide d’une petite fille bien sage, les yeux brillants, aux paupières lourdes, voluptueux et sournois, qui regardaient de côté, malignement, guettant tous les potins, happant toutes les polissonneries de la conversation, et tâchant de pêcher çà et là quelque cœur à la ligne.
ellauri150.html on line 279: Dans le salon de l’hôtel aristocratique, décoré de tapisseries un peu pâles, avec, sur un chevalet, au milieu de la pièce, le portrait de la robuste madame Stevens par un peintre à la mode, qui l’avait représentée languissante, comme une fleur sans eau, les yeux mourants, le corps tordu en spirale, pour exprimer la rareté de son âme millionnaire, — dans le grand salon aux baies vitrées, donnant sur de vieux arbres, que la neige poudrait, Christophe trouvait Colette toujours assise devant son piano, ressassant indéfiniment les mêmes phrases, se caressant les oreilles de dissonances moelleuses.
ellauri150.html on line 309: — Parfaitement. Vous lui dites : « Cher piano, cher piano, dis-moi des gentils mots, encore, caresse-moi, donne-moi un petit baiser ! »
ellauri151.html on line 268: Old hands get soiled, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing (sic) of love. It is a pity to make them come too soon.
ellauri151.html on line 489: But when the dew of the dawn caresses the wire, Mutta kun auringonnousun kaste hellii rautalankaa,
ellauri153.html on line 326: the world reaches its telos. Who cares what the monkeys think. Dog knows best.
ellauri156.html on line 709: I hope I am not guilty of attempting to make this story “walk on all fours” when I stress the same thing the story does -- that there is a very warm and loving relationship between the rich man and the poor man's “pet lamb.” It really tasted great! Considered along with everything else we read about Uriah and Bathsheba and David, I must conclude that the author is making it very clear that Uriah and Bathsheba dearly loved each other. Anyway, who cares this way or that, it was his lamb. When David “took” this woman to his bedroom that fateful night, and then as his wife after the murder of Uriah, he took her from the man she loved. Bathsheba and Uriah were devoted to each other, which adds further weight to the arguments for her not being a willing participant in David's sins. It also emphasizes the character of Uriah, who is so near to his wife, who is being urged by the king to go to her, and yet who refuses to do so out of principle.
ellauri164.html on line 114: Je devrais avoir mon enfer pour la colère, mon enfer pour l’orgueil, — et l’enfer de la caresse ; un concert d’enfers.
ellauri171.html on line 792: At this point, Jesus said to His disciples, “it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 19:23). Hard but not impossible. A camel can be diluted in acid and injected thru a needle. Anyway it was just the name of a gate in Jerusalem. This is because the care of riches in this life can be a snare for a Christian. A Christian’s heart cannot be set on riches and cares of this world above the Kingdom of God. In another example, the parable of the sower, Jesus warned that some who receive the word of God will allow their spiritual growth to be choked off by “the cares of this world and the deceitfulness of riches” (Matthew 13:22). These things show us that being poor can help a Christian not to be ensnared by such things. No cause to complain then.
ellauri172.html on line 579: — Brutalité de soldats ! — fit Mesnilgrand froidement, who cares; — mais voici du raffinement d’officier.
ellauri172.html on line 627: Non, si je la quittai, ce fut pour une raison de dégoût moral, de fierté pour moi, de mépris pour elle, pour elle qui, au plus fort des caresses les plus insensées, ne me faisait pas croire qu’elle m’aimât… Quand je lui demandais : M’aimes-tu ? ce mot qu’il est impossible de ne pas dire, même à travers toutes les preuves qu’on vous donne que vous êtes aimé, elle répondait : « Non ! » ou secouait énigmatiquement la tête. Elle se roulait dans ses pudeurs et dans ses hontes, et elle restait là-dessous, au milieu de tous les désordres de sens soulevés, impénétrable comme le sphinx. Seulement, le sphinx était froid, et elle ne l’était pas… Mikä Katariina Suuri sekin oli olevinaan!
ellauri180.html on line 534: Which answer'd not with a caress—he died. Joka ei vastannut rapsutuxella,
ellauri183.html on line 88: Roth contrasted Malamud’s protagonisz to the exuberant Jewish characters created by Saul Bellow, especially the picaresque Augie March, and his own hypersexual Alexander Portnoy. In effect, Roth said, Malamud had created Jews who were stereotypes, not fully realized human beings like him and Sal.
ellauri185.html on line 493: Tolstoi ymmärsi todennäköisesti Jeesuxen pointin ihan oikein toisen posken kääntämisestä: ei sodat lopu ellei lakata puolustautumasta. Si vis pacem bara bellum on paska ajatus. "Puolustusvoimat" on pelkkää kusetusta, puhumattakaan japsujen "Itsepuolustusvoimista", se on jo puhdasta käteenvetoa. Tietysti ne toiset paskiaiset sitten voittavat, mutta who cares, sanoisi Jeesus: kuha päästään viimeiselle tuomiolle, nähdään kuka nauraa parhaiten. Jostain kumman syystä tää lohdutus ei vakuuta, vaikka järvät kuinka vakuuttaisivat olevansa hyviä uskovaisia. Jokainen haluaa päästä joholle vielä tällä puolella kiveä. Parempi pyy pivossa kuin 10 oxalla.
ellauri190.html on line 279: By the end of the 17th century, the newly forming Russian Empire under Tzar Peter I established its reign over the Ukrainian lands to the east of the Dnipro river, ceding the western part of Ukraine to the Republic (which, in turn, evolved more and more into the Polish monarchy rather than the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth of the old days). In 1702, a great son of Ukraine, a giant of military strategy, diplomacy, and statesmanship, Ivan Mazepa, being the Kozak leader of the eastern part of Ukraine, suppressed the uprising of Paliy on the other (Western) side of the Dnipro and added huge parts of the country to his control. It was a big step toward the unification and freedom of Ukraine. Moreover, in 1709 Mazepa joined his forces with the Swedish king Charles XII (haha, the gay) against Tzar Peter, hoping to rid his dear mother Ukraine from slavery in the captivity of the Tzars. And again… tragically, Mazepa managed to gather less manpower than he hoped to gather, because the populist agitators slandered him in their massive propaganda campaign (no doubt, directed from Muscovy), portraying him in the eyes of the Ukrainian Kozaks as a rich aristocrat who cares nothing about the “simple people,” a clandestine Catholic (or Protestant), and overall “not really Ukrainian.” (This tragedy will repeat itself in 1918 and in 2019.) Mazepa’s loyalists were defeated together with the Swedes, and Ukraine lost her historical chance for yet another time. But third time is a charm! Nobody will blame a Jew for being on the side of the catholics!
ellauri203.html on line 225: Appolinaria Suslova was perhaps the woman who hurt Dostoevsky most. According to Slonim: “He winced while calling her name, he was in communication with her while married; he always depicted her in his novels. Until his death he remembered her caress and slaps in the face. He was devoted to this seductive, cruel, unfaithful and tragic love.”
ellauri203.html on line 602: Onnex onnex pikkupillu oli niin päästä sekaisin eze tappoi izensä hyyskän viereisessä kojussa, ehkä Stavron kynäveizellä tai paskalapiolla, who cares. Nikke odotteli ikkunassa ja kazoi pientä hämähäkkiä. Sen jälkeen se oli mainiolla tuulella, hakuna matata, ja silloin sen kaveritkin oli aina loistotuulella. Koska ne oli sen narsistinen hovi.
ellauri214.html on line 157: Despite growing up in an abusive family where nobody actually cares about me, I'm the most entitled person.
ellauri220.html on line 233: | Clarice | Clarice is Marvin and Eleanor's daughter. After Eleanor dies, Clarice cares for her father. |
ellauri222.html on line 727: The first novel to display Bellow's characteristic expansiveness and optimism, The Adventures of Augie March presents a dazzling panorama of comically eccentric characters in a picaresque tale narrated by the irrepressible title character, who defends human possibility by embracing the hope that "There may gods turn up anywhere." Subsequent novels vary in tone from the intensity of Seize the Day to the exuberance of Henderson the Rain King to the ironic ambiguity of Herzog, but all explore the nature of human male freedom and the tensions between the individual's need for self and the needs of society. Augie March, Tommy Wilhelm, Eugene Henderson, and Moses Herzog all yearn to please themselves by finding the beauty in life. By creating these highly individualistic characters and the milieu in which they move, Bellow reveals the flashes of the extraordinary in the ordinary that make such fun possible and rejects the attitude that everyday life must be trivial and ignoble. It is like that just for the losers.
ellauri222.html on line 1031: A sudden light glowed in the eyes of the young chief. There was something akin in the souls of these two, and perhaps Timmendiquas alone knew it. He raised one hand, gave a one-finger salute in the white man´s fashion, and said four words. "I shall not forget." So who cares, some corpses more or less, noblemen's tit for tat takes right of way.
ellauri236.html on line 184: Miss Blandish, the daughter of a millionaire, is kidnapped by some gangsters who are almost immediately surprised and killed off by a larger and better organized gang. They hold her to ransom and extract half a million dollars from her father. Their original plan had been to kill her as soon as the ransom-money was received, but a chance keeps her alive. One of the gang is a young man named Slim, whose sole pleasure in life consists in driving knives (well, his prick as well, got to give that much to him) into other people's bellies. In childhood he has graduated by cutting up living animals with a pair of rusty scissors. Slim is sexually impotent, but takes a kind of fancy to Miss Blandish. Slim's mother, who is the real brains of the gang, sees in this the chance of curing Slim's impotence, and decides to keep Miss Blandish in custody till Slim shall have succeeded in raping her. After many efforts and much persuasion, including the flogging of Miss Blandish with a length of rubber hosepipe, the rape is achieved. (Ei se ihan näin mennyt, George!) Meanwhile Miss Blandish's father has hired a private detective, and by means of bribery and torture the detective and the police manage to round up and exterminate the whole gang. Slim escapes with Miss Blandish and is killed after a final juicy rape, and the detective prepares to restore Miss Blandish to her pristine shape. By this time, however, she has developed such a taste for Slim's caresses(3) that she feels unable to live without him, and she jumps, out of the window of a sky-scraper. Footnote 1945. Another reading of the final episode is possible. It may mean merely that Miss Blandish is pregnant, i.e. she is damaged goods. Maybe she is sad that the baby's dad is dead. But the "interpretation" I have given above seems more in keeping with the general brutality of the book.
ellauri241.html on line 1023: whose caressing tongue
ellauri241.html on line 1119: Alex the great, Ulysses, who cares,
ellauri247.html on line 207: L’Histoire de Gil Blas de Santillane est un roman d'inspiration picaresque de l'écrivain français Alain-René Lesage, paru entre 1715 et 1735. Lesage joue avec les références antiques et picaresques qu'il détourne. Et l'inspiration antique marque l’œuvre jusque dans le découpage en douze livres, qui rappelle les douze chants de l'Énéide.
ellauri247.html on line 209: L'Histoire de Gil Blas de Santillane n'est pas un roman picaresque puisque le personnage éponyme monte au fur et à mesure l'échelle sociale contrairement au picaro qui, lui, cherche en vain à atteindre la richesse et la noblesse, contrairement à Gil Blas qui devient riche et obtient ses lettres de noblesse. La dimension religieuse est présente dans l’œuvre puisqu'Ambroise de Lamela et don Raphaël, deux brigands ayant joué des tours à Samuel Simon et ayant volé l'argent d'un couvent, seront punis par l'Inquisition sous les yeux de Gil Blas (XII, 1).
ellauri247.html on line 211: Alain-René Lesage ou Le Sage, né le 8 mai 1668 à Sarzeau1 et mort le 17 novembre 1747 à Boulogne-sur-Mer, est un romancier et dramaturge français. Bien qu’il soit aujourd’hui surtout connu pour son roman picaresque Histoire de Gil Blas de Santillane, Lesage est l’auteur d’une importante production théâtrale. Il a notamment contribué au développement et au renouvellement du « théâtre de la Foire » Après les marionnettes et les danseurs de corde, les acteurs forains en vinrent progressivement à jouer de véritables petites comédies, souvent écrites par des auteurs de renom et de talent. Toujours modeste, c’est par ses ouvrages seuls qu’il obtint sa réputation, et jamais il ne rechercha les dignités et les titres littéraires. Nietsche piti Gil Blasista enemmän kuin Shakespearesta. Varmaan se oli parempi kuin tuo nenäkäs skottitohtori.
ellauri247.html on line 230: Pikareskiromaani syntyi Espanjassa 1500-luvun puolivälissä tarkoituksellisesti kehiteltynä vastagenrenä ritariromaanille ja sen harhailevalle, haavemaailmassa elävälle sankarille. Pseudoautobiografisena pikareskiromaanin tapahtumat myötäilevät sankarin (espanjan picaro = 'ratsastaja') monipolvista vaellusta ja antavat sen kautta humoristis-satiirisen kuvan maailmasta. Veijarityylin (gusta picaresca) varhainen edustaja oli tuntemattoman tekijän romaani La vida de Lazarillo de Tormes (1554). Muita varhaisia klassikkoja ovat Mateo Alemánin La Vida del picaro Guzman de Alfarache (1599–1604), sekä lajin tunnetuin klassikko, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedran El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha (1605, 1615, Don Quijote manchalainen, surullisen hahmon ritari). Veijariromaanin sankarina on esiintynyt myös naisia, jotka käyvät veijarimaisesta seikkailusta toiseen pyrkien valloittamaan mahdollisimman paljon varakkaita miehiä, kuten Francisco López de Úbedan romaanissa La pícara Justina (1605).
ellauri267.html on line 97: Based on the novel by Walter Wager, "Telefon" has not aged well because it'(TM)s so dependent on the cold war tension that existed between the USSR and the US in the Seventies. The film is basically a cat-and-mouse game with Soviet agent Major Grigori Borzov (Charles Bronson, that's right Bronson is a commie) tracking rogue Russian scientist Nicolai Dalmchimsky (Donald Pleasence) across America to prevent him from activating sleeper agents. Borzov is assisted by Barbara (Lee Remick. fresh from "The Omen") who asks more annoying questions than necessary, leading the audience to believe she may not be completely true to the motherland. The film's middle section is dragged down by repetitive bomb scares. Dalmichimsky is working from outdated intelligence so his targets are all de-classified U.S. Military installations. Once Borzov realizes the pattern and hones in the next target the action shifts to a more linear chase that'(TM)s further heightened by Barbara'(TM)s loyalties. But the ultimate showdown is deflating because beyond some silly disguises Pleasence's Dalmichimsky is never built up to be a threat. Director Don Siegel uses his flair for montage to craft a his action sequences without dialogue. "Telefon" is a road movie, much like Alfred Hitchcock's "Saboteur" and "North by Northwest" had their leads criss-crossing America here we see plenty of seventies architecture including San Francisco's Hyatt Regency Hotel (used in "The Towering Inferno") and a modernist house resting on top of a barren rock outcropping. The supporting cast is uniformly good (but trapped in underwritten roles), and it'(TM)s nice to see veteran character actors Alan Badel and Patrick Magee playing snotty KGB strategists, and Tyne Daly in a small (and ultimately irrelevant role) as a computer geek. Trivia note: The poem that activates the Russian sleeper agents was used by Quentin Tarantino in "Death Proof" as the lines Jungle Julia has her listeners recite to Butterfly. The lines are an excerpt of the poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep."
ellauri269.html on line 60: His hand lingered a moment caressingly on Arthur's shoulder, then he too, defecated in his tights.
ellauri270.html on line 337: Tessie Hutchinson’s late arrival establishes her character in a few sentences: she cares little about the lottery and the pomp and circumstance of the ritual. She is different from the other villagers, and thus a potential rebel against the structure of the village and the lottery.
ellauri317.html on line 377: Byronin Don Juanin leppoisa jälkeläinen, Linklaterin Juan on antisankari, joka pitää groteskista ja naurettavasta, yhtä aikaa sekä likaisesta että jumaluudesta, jonka vastaus joko äkillisen katastrofin tai ihmeellisen selviytymisen edessä on yksinkertaisesti nauraa. Romaani picaresque-tilassa, tämä on tarina eroottisesta löytämisestä siinä mielessä, kuten Juan sanoo, että "housusi piilottavat paitsi alastomuutesi myös sukulaisuutesi klovniin." Tommy Tubervillen housuista pilkottaa klovnin vekottimet eri näkyvästi. Pro liferinä ex soikiopallokouzina se ei siedä että pyöreetä ja soikeeta koittaa joku tulpata.
ellauri321.html on line 186: Let me select one as an epitome of the rest, say this wetback from South America: he is hired, he goes to work, and works moderately; instead of being employed by a haughty person, he finds himself with his equal, placed at the substantial table of the farmer, or else at an inferior one as good; his wages are high, his bed is not like that bed of sorrow on which he used to lie: if he behaves with propriety, and is faithful, he is caressed, and becomes as it were a member of the Amazon family.
ellauri321.html on line 220: Set in the year before the Wall Street crash, Juan in America is a classic evocation of the final mania of prohibition, as seen through equally maniacal British eyes. The character Eric Linklater devised to be his unreliable explorer was one capable of absorbing the enormity of the American experience without being overwhelmed by its incongruities. A blithe, bastard descendent of Byron(tm)s Don Juan, Linklater´s Juan is an anti-hero with a taste for the grotesque and the ridiculous, at once both dirty and deity whose response when faced either with sudden catastrophe or miraculous survival is simply to laugh. A novel in the mode of the picaresque, this is a story of erotic discovery in the sense, as Juan puts it, that, eh, your trousers hide not only your willy but your kinship to the clown. A nation emerging as a great power is exalting in absurdist energies. In its last spasms before the great depression, America is revealed through a series of unlikely accidents as Juan stumbles from state to state, somehow evading consequences as he goes. On his first day, he falls for the daughter of a gangster, witnesses a murder in a speakeasy and watches a woman leap to her death in a New York street. He thrills to the bizarreness of each spectacle and moves on to the next in a galloping mood that is part medieval romance, part running commentary on what was still, in the 1920s, the new world.
ellauri322.html on line 458: From what I have seen throughout my journey, I do not think the situation of the poor in England is much, if at all, superior to that of the same class in different parts of the world; and in Ireland I am sure it is much inferior. I allude to the former state of England; for at present the accumulation of national wealth only increases the cares of the poor, and hardens the hearts of the rich, in spite of the highly extolled rage for almsgiving.
ellauri349.html on line 704: Eskin kannalta oli convenient, ettei systeemitieteessä tarvinnut määritellä mitään, senkun antoi mennä. Mikä "ylärekisteri"? Mikä "majesteetti"? Who cares. Marxille se oli selvää kuin pläkki, mutta Aalto-yliopistolle sopi obfuskaatio. Kuka kaipaa Marxia, riittää kun mietiskelemme jotain lähellä olevaa (Heidegger). Let it be, he Jude, the movement you need is on your shoulder. Eskin luennot ei ole sokraattista dialektiikkaa eikä interaktiota. Interaktiona ne ovat lähinnä saarnoja, tositeeveetä, tai kissavideoita. Kuuntele Eskin nonstop sössötystä ja mieti omiasi. Se on Eskin filosofia: jokainen ajatelkoon omiaan. Merkitys ei ole sulkemista vaan avaamista, sanoi Eskin usein lehteilemä Mauri Merlot-Pönttökin. Fucking Merlot. Tärkeämpää kuin uusi tieto on se tietty edestakainen liike ja vanhan vatvominen. Toisto tyylikeinona.
ellauri365.html on line 70: Tuli hyväilemään olkapäitä, sekoittuen S’en venait caresser les épaules, mêlant
ellauri365.html on line 85: rakastaa, sanoa hyväilevällä äänellä D’aimer, de dire, avec une voix qui caresse,
ellauri386.html on line 348: An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 695: Incredible and affordable health care, housing and transit, jobs are plentiful, education is accessible, pollution and crime barely exist, and people spend very little time feeling sad and depressed about the future, unlike the rest of the world. Who cares about climate? It can only get better here as it gets warmer.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 223: Hold it. OK, he’s necessarily “representing” his characters, by portraying them on the page. But of course he’s using them for his plot! How could he not? They are his characters, to be manipulated at his whim, to fulfill whatever purpose he cares to put them to.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 218: Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 297: Can'st thou remember those luscious caresses,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 416: You will recall caresses that were yours
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 457: You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses,
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 214: Ippolit is really, really scared of dying. He´s still putting on his nihilist who-cares attitude, but he was totally thrown by the offhanded way a nihilist doctor told him he had at most a month left. He´s nineteen years old. That's a pretty hardcore thing to be dealing with at nineteen.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 440: To begin with, all the apostles are dressed in tight ripped shirts, leather pants, and very frequently caress and hug each other. Meanwhile the women all wear pretty modest ankle-length dresses and their hair held in a ratty bun.
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 393: Was Adolf Hitler Jewish? Who cares (except Nazis and the Jews)?
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 160: The pro-lifer cares about the rights of the mother too. But some rights are more fundamental than others; say, my right to property is more fundamental than your right to life; likewise the mother´s right to autonomy is less fundamental than my lucky little tadpole´s right to life.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 516: It’s so painful and scares me so much. I think it’s possible my mental health has been disfigured beyond repair from abuse scapegoating and malice.
xxx/ellauri292.html on line 322: Hän oli Tokhatin pojan Sallumin (tunnetaan myös nimellä Tikva) vaimo, Harhasin ( kutsutaan myös Hasrahiksi) pojan, vaatekaapin pitäjän. Hän asui Jerusalemissa toisessa kaupunginosassa tai toisessa neljänneksessä, who cares. Raamatun King James Version kutsuu tätä neljännestä "kollegioksi" ja New International Version kutsuu sitä "uudeksi neljännekseksi". Joojoo, EVVK!
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 610: Dialogue is the easiest, fastest and best way to involve your readers with your subject, your story, your characters, your writing. The fanciest long description of the snow storm slowly cresting the nearby mountain may indeed be beautiful writing but meh, who cares? My advice: leave out the nature shit and get back to the real world; give us this instead:
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 623: What to read? If you get no checks, read Writer’s Digest. Read the how-to books. If you want to read books on writing, you can’t find much better stuff then Stephen King on Writing, anything by Dean Koontz or Larry Block, a very specific mystery writing manual from Hallie Ephron (*1948), Writing Mysteries from MWA, a collection which includes me and my ex-partner, read my blogs and those about the writer’s soul by Molly Cochran. Read “Trial and Error”by Jack Woodford (+1971), one of the great commercial writing geniuses. And be sure to read my long time personal favorite book by one of my all time, all-star heroes, “Dare to be a Great Writer” by Leonard Bishop, which is not 300 pages of “rah-rah boys, go do it” but is instead 329 specific tips on how to get the trucks out of the garage in the morning. Fabulous. Reading and writing and remembering, are the only two of the three R’s that count. Who the hell cares about ‘rithmetic? Except Chuck Berry, who could count 6/8 time like a genius.
xxx/ellauri358.html on line 172: Saanko koskaan tietää kuka tuossa pötköttää? Pääsenkö koskaan perille mitä se oikeasti tarkoittaa? Who knows, who cares. Ihan sama mitä kirjailija on tässä tarkoittanut, tää on mun kappale, mä saan lukea sen niinkuin huvittaa.
xxx/ellauri385.html on line 347: An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
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