ellauri041.html on line 1937: It’s difficult to reconcile corpse disposal with typical teen awkward-boner gags. In American lamestream programming, they belong to different genres. That’s where the “dark” half of the comedy comes from, and it’s not a mode that necessarily suits the show – at least not all of the time.
ellauri051.html on line 717: 153 I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen. Mä nään raadon läikittyneen tukan, huomaan mihin rivolli on pudonnut.
ellauri051.html on line 1188: 595 (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) 595 (He menevät vartioimaan ruumista, lipunpäät ovat päällystetty mustalla musliinilla.)
ellauri051.html on line 1385: 785 Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle; 785 Lähestele arkun ruumista, kun kaikki on hiljaa, tutkii kynttilän kanssa;
ellauri051.html on line 1536: 933 Near by the corpse of the child that serv'd in the cabin, 933 Mökissä palveleneen lapsen ruumiin vieressä,
ellauri066.html on line 900: No genocide committed until habeas corpus. Thou shalt have corpses.
ellauri095.html on line 327: my corpse is being carried Mua kannettavan
ellauri099.html on line 59: Deciding that only full confession will absolve him of wrongdoing, Dorian decides to destroy the last vestige of his conscience and the only piece of evidence remaining of his crimes; the picture. In a rage, he takes the knife with which he murdered Basil Hallward and stabs the picture. The servants of the house awaken on hearing a cry from the locked room; on the street, a passerby who also heard the cry calls the police. On entering the locked room, the servants find an unknown old man stabbed in the heart, his figure withered and decrepit. The servants identify the disfigured corpse by the rings on its fingers, which belonged to Dorian Gray. Beside him, the portrait is now restored to its former appearance of beauty.
ellauri108.html on line 104: While he was emperor, many Jamaican Rastas professed the belief that Haile Selassie would never die. The 1974 overthrow of Haile Selassie by the military Derg and his subsequent death in 1975 resulted in a crisis of faith for many practitioners. Some left the movement altogether. Others remained, and developed new strategies for dealing with the news. Some Rastas believed that Selassie did not really die and that claims to the contrary were Western misinformation. To bolster their argument, they pointed to the fact that no corpse had been produced; in reality, Haile Selassie's body had been buried beneath his palace, remaining undiscovered there until 1992. Another perspective within Rastafari acknowledged that Haile Selassie's body had perished, but claimed that his inner essence survived as a spiritual force. A third response within the Rastafari community was that Selassie's death was inconsequential as he had only been a "personification" of Jah rather than Jah himself.
ellauri109.html on line 330: What the fuck just open up the corpse and retrieve the papers. The plot simply sucks. Kleist was clearly not the sharpest pencil in the box.
ellauri152.html on line 549: The apparent purpose of this unusually high gallows can be understood from the geography of Shushan: Haman's house (where the pole was located) was likely in the city of Shushan (a flat area), while the royal citadel and palace were located on a mound about 15 meters higher than the city. Such a tall pole would have allowed Haman to observe Mordechai's corpse while dining in the royal palace, had his plans worked as intended.
ellauri189.html on line 79: In 1825 Antoni Malczewski published a long poem, Maria (Marya: A Tale of the Ukraine), which constitutes his only contribution to Polish poetry but occupies a permanent place there as a widely imitated example of the so-called Polish-Ukrainian poetic school. In the poem, Wacław, a young husband, goes to fight the Tatars and, after routing the raiders, hurries home to his wife, Maria. All he finds is a cold corpse. Yeah, great. Oh fuck. What's the use. The poem makes use of diversified rhythms and carefully chosen rhymes; and its Byronic hero, as well as its picture of Ukraine as a land of sombre charm, assured Malczewski both popularity and critical applause.
ellauri198.html on line 402: Suits best for carrying the corpse away, Olis paras järjestää peijaiset,
ellauri211.html on line 150: The bodies of thousands of victims of the massacre were dumped into the Yangtze River until the river water turned red due to the corpses of the victims of the massacre. After looting Nanking City, the Japanese burned and annihilated a third of the city´s area.
ellauri222.html on line 290: Englannin kuningatarvainajaa kierrätetään poliittisena maskottina kuin täytettyä eläintä viikkokaudet kuorma-auton avolavalla ympäri valtakuntaa. Onnexi sentään jotkut skottilaiset jalkapallistit älysivät mitä tässä taas on tekeillä ja näyttivät kuninkaalle fäkkiä. Smelled the rat. The corpse smell is rising to high heaven from the box, despite the refrigerator truck.
ellauri222.html on line 1065: 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.
ellauri244.html on line 597: Here in my opinion is the only imaginative prose-writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past. Even if that is objected to as an overstatement (there is me, after all), it will probably be admitted that Miller is a writer out of the ordinary, worth more than a single glance; and after all, he is a completely negative, unconstructive, amoral writer, a mere Jonah, a passive acceptor of evil, a sort of Whitman among the corpses. Paizi Whatman oli peräreikämiehiä.
ellauri245.html on line 650: The name comes from the Swahili word for water, "maji". Militia members sprinkled themselves with water to protect themselves from bullets. Not any less stupid than Western soldiers who think that a priest sprinkling water or oil on a corpse will secure it another life. Mai-Mai were particularly active in the eastern Congolese provinces bordering Rwanda, North Kivu and South Kivu (the "Kivus"), which were under the control of the Rwanda-allied Bananarepublic-dominated "rebel" faction, the Rally for Congolese Conflict Minerals–in-Goma (RCD-Goma) during the Second Congo War.
ellauri269.html on line 445: Fantasiafiktiossa, (/ˈlɪtʃ/; like, "corpse") on eräänlainen ruumis, luurangon näköinen epäkuollut otus. Brittien hautuumailla on rumihille Lich Gate. Luukurko oli Vitsauksen mestari ja herra, jota hän hallitsi telepaattisesti Dominointimelan avulla Frozen-heittoistuimeltaan Jäätelökruunu-linnakkeen huipulta. Selvensikö yhtään?
ellauri278.html on line 161: Shoot these rabid dogs. Death to this gang who hide their ferocious teeth, their eagle claws, from the people! Down with that vulture Trotsky, from whose mouth a bloody venom drips, putrefying the great ideals of Marxism! ... Down with these abject animals! Let's put an end once and for all to these miserable hybrids of foxes and pigs, these stinking corpses! Let's exterminate the mad dogs of capitalism, who want to tear to pieces the flower of our new Soviet nation! Let's push the bestial hatred they bear our leaders back down their own throats!
ellauri281.html on line 160: Shoot these rabid dogs. Death to this gang who hide their ferocious teeth, their eagle claws, from the people! Down with that vulture Trotsky, from whose mouth a bloody venom drips, putrefying the great ideals of Marxism! ... Down with these abject animals! Let's put an end once and for all to these miserable hybrids of foxes and pigs, these stinking corpses! Let's exterminate the mad dogs of capitalism, who want to tear to pieces the flower of our new Soviet nation! Let's push the bestial hatred they bear our leaders back down their own throats!
ellauri310.html on line 609: On January 23, 1978, Chase broke into a house and shot Teresa Wallin (three months pregnant at the time) three times. He then had sexual intercourse with her corpse while stabbing her with a butcher's knife. He then removed multiple organs, cut off one of her nipples and drank her blood. He stuffed dog feces from Wallin's yard down her throat before leaving.
ellauri310.html on line 610: On January 27, Chase entered the home of 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth. He encountered her friend, Danny Meredith, whom he shot with his.22 handgun. He then fatally shot Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, and her 22-month-old nephew David Ferreira, before mutilating Miroth and engaging in necrophilia and cannibalism with her corpse.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 570: Otherwise, this place is about as depressing as you’d imagine for a former Soviet republic — and one where the greatest nuclear disaster in history took place. Not as many burnt corpses as in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, so we are still leading there.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 470: "Corpsing" (also called "breaking") is actor-speak for having an unscripted fit of laughter onstage, so-called because the worst time to have the giggles is when one is playing a corpse. Corpsing doesn't necessarily mean that the material is especially funny (though, of course, it can be), or that the actors aren't taking it seriously; it just happens, and even excellent actors can corpse. Many actors try to cover this by covering their mouth and muffling the sounds they make. When this is done, a fit of laughter can rather haphazardly be turned into violent sobbing, with varying levels of success. Of course, that only helps if violent crying is appropriate for the scene (again, playing a corpse leaves you in trouble, as corpses don't cry either — usually).
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 364: DNA samples taken from US chess champion's corpse that was dug up in Iceland to determine whether he fathered Filipino girl. Bobby Fischer's body exhumed over paternity row. DNA samples taken from US chess champion's corpse that was dug up in Iceland to determine whether he fathered Filipino girl.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 366: Authorities have exhumed the body of US chess champion Bobby Fischer to determine whether he is the father of a nine-year-old girl from the Philippines, according to reports. The broadcaster RÚV claims Fischer's corpse was dug up in a cemetery near Selfoss in southern Iceland yesterday.
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 432: Eliot oikeasti luki kalu jäykkänä 1800-luvun pulppia Sweeney Toddista joka murhasi tyyppejä partaveizellä. Sweeney Todd is a fictional character who first appeared as the villain of the penny dreadful serial The String of Pearls (1846–1847). The original tale became a feature of 19th-century melodrama and London legend. A barber from Fleet Street, Todd murders his customers with a straight razor and gives their corpses to Mrs. Lovett, his partner in crime, who bakes their flesh into meat pies. The tale has been retold many times since in various media.
xxx/ellauri417.html on line 546: This is a sequel to 2020's The Morning Star, right? I must have asked myself that at least a dozen times during the first several hundred pages of "The Wolves of Eternity," because it's not at all apparent. At 666 pages, "The Morning Star" was stuffed full of characters. "The Wolves of Eternity," at 800 pages, is really only concerned with two, neither of whom was featured in the previous book. It's not until more than 700 pages in — 700! — that the same star appears in the sky, equally befuddling the characters of this second book. Up until that point, though, "The Wolves of Eternity" feels like it exists in an entirely separate universe from that first one. I'm sorry to say, that's not a good thing. This is the eighth work of fiction I've read by Karl Ove Knausgård, who, following the second entry in his "My Struggle" series, quickly became one of my favorite authors. I loved all six books in that series, and I loved the first entry in this one, the aforementioned "Morning Star." But this? This book feels as soggy as that one felt crisp. Insipid and light whereas that book felt meaningful and weighty. The first book is a thriller of the best sort, a Dostoevsky-like work full of moral dilemmas and gothic horror. This one feels meandering and pointless. An incredibly taxing number of words to no real purpose. If this had been the first book in the series, it would have been my last. Only because the first one was so good will I carry on and read the third part when it's released, but I'll do so warily, much less inclined to forgive than I was going into this one. I mentioned that while "The Morning Star" contained a whole plethora of characters, this one contains only two. Or maybe 2 1/2. There's a barely formed writer character who suddenly begins to be featured toward the end. We're even treated to one of her essays, although "treated" would be the wrong word. It's a bore. Otherwise, "The Wolves of Eternity" rotates entirely around two characters. We spend the first 450 or pages with Syvert in Norway, and 250 or so with Alevtina in Russia before flipping back to Syvert and then back again. It takes a good long while — i.e. 600+ pages — before we learn how these characters are connected but it doesn't really matter because neither one is particularly likable. Knausgård's writing around Syvert is better, which makes this part of the book slightly more readable (not that that's saying much) but Syvert still comes off as something of a charmless oaf. Alevtina, meanwhile, is even more unlikable. Prone to making rash emotional decisions, she's one of the more frustrating characters I've come across. I didn't like her part of the story at all, despite its arguably more interesting setting, and I was very eager to leave her behind. Another real axe I have to grind here concerns Martin Aitken's translation. It's terrible. Like, distractingly bad. For whatever reason, Aitken translates the entire book into what feels like British cockney. Why would a book set in Norway and Russia and consisting entirely of Norwegian and Russian characters have those characters — particularly Syvert — speaking like they're from East London? It doesn't make sense and it is never less than enraging. A book by a major literary star that feels like it was translated specifically for those who like their English in cockney? Why? The awful translation undoubtedly colored my view of the book, as I couldn't help but view Syvert as a lost character from Burgess' "Clockwork Orange." How did this milquetoast Alex DeLarge find himself in a Knausgård novel? I'm not sure I made it clear earlier, but I am a massive Knausgård fan. Truly. But this, for me, is a serious misfire. Perhaps, when the series is laid to rest, this second entry will be redeemed by dint of what comes after, but such redemption would be a miraculous turnaround — tantamount to the appearance of a huge new star in the sky. For now, though, I have to condemn this book not for being such a letdown, but simply for being such a massively dull book on its own. Bloated. Tired. Rudderless. A waterlogged corpse of a book.
xxx/ellauri417.html on line 628: So, I read the third book in the series first and absolutely loved it, LOVED it. Then I flew through Morning Star, the first book in the series. And then this book, the second in the series... made me come to a dead stop. Part of it was probably because it's not like the other two books and that threw me off, but then also there's this whole section on russian history, politics, philosphy that just felt like a slog to get through. The other books had these sorts of thought-provoking sections within the larger narrative as well, but I found those more easily digestible. I'll try rereading this book again the future, but have a feeling it's just not quite for me. Excerpts: "Every single death has its own explanation. But not death as a whole. That has no explanation." Except it does: shorter generations, faster evolution. p 120 "Everything that was living possessed that will. Perhaps that was even what life itself was: the will to live." Greetings to Schopenhauer. p 576 "The horizontal is the realm of the beast, nature, death; it is the corpse in its grave The vertical belongs to man." Or to Karl-Ove humping yet another preteen. p 636 "Happiness is not to get what you want. Happiness is to get what you do not want, and learn to appreciate it." Happiness is a warm gun. p 719 "Only when it [water in the tap] isn't there do we miss it, only then does it become valuable to us - even if it has been keeping us alive the whole time." p 719 Deep shit.
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