ellauri046.html on line 422: 416-978-2522 (for directions)
ellauri051.html on line 1411: 811 The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions, 811 Valtavat jäämassat ohittavat minut ja minä ohitan ne, maisema on tasainen joka suuntaan,
ellauri102.html on line 443: Il recharge son arme et se rend, à nouveau, à l'avant de la classe, tirant par intermittence dans toutes les directions. À ce moment, Maryse Leclair, blessée, demande de l'aide. Lépine avance vers elle et, après avoir dégainé son couteau de chasse, la poignarde à trois reprises, l'achevant. Il enlève alors sa casquette, entoure son arme de son manteau, et s'exclame : « Oh, shit! », avant de se suicider d'une balle dans la tête, une vingtaine de minutes après avoir commencé son massacre.
ellauri163.html on line 476: When I first searched for Rozabal two years ago, the taxi circled around a minor Muslim tomb in a city of many mosques and mausoleums, the driver asking directions several times before we found it. The shrine, on a street corner, is a modest stone building with a traditional Kashmiri multi-tiered sloping roof.
ellauri196.html on line 853: So-called lyrics is at work, self-proclaimed poets like Bob Dylan fall into step with new times. Poetry becomes acoustic guitar and visual effects again, as it was in the times of Erato. The words splash in all directions, like the explosion of dynamite, there is no true meaning, but a verbal earthquake with many epicenters. Decipherment is not necessary, in many cases the aid of the psychoanalyst may help.
ellauri204.html on line 393: If you thought that a visit to the brothel district was going to be fun and sexy, the “Circe” episode’s opening stage directions quickly dispel you of that notion by establishing the unseemly setting of Joyce’s Nighttown. The tracks are “skeleton,” the signals warn of “danger,” the houses are “grimy,” the men are “stunted,” and the women “squabble” about price. Indeed, Encyclopaedia Britannica in 1885 labeled this part of Dublin “the worst slum in Europe”. Located in east Dublin between Montgomery Street and Tyrone (né Mecklenburgh) Street, Nighttown is an ugly place filled with unsavory people. Moly (ei Molly) yrtti oli luultavasti valkosipuli. Bloomin mielixeen kengittämän hoidon hampaat haisi valkosipulilta.
ellauri245.html on line 261: First devised and created in the Belgian Congo by King Leopold, son of Queen Victoria. A smooth metallic ball, slightly smaller than a tennis ball in circumference with tiny apertures along its contours. Made of gold, GAL-TAN, and steel, the ball is a minor feat of engineering. An additional small opening reveals a looped wire. The ball is placed in the victim´s mouth. When the wire is pulled, 24 tiny termite monkey antennae jut out from the ball, causing it to lodge itself in the mouth. At this point, though not overly painful, the victim cannot remove the ball, nor can another extract it for them. With a second pull of the wire, 24 needles erupt outwards from the extended antennae in 24 directions, causing severe damage to throat, cheek, tongue, palate, nasal cavity, etc....the victim will usually bleed out slowly in excruciating pain. How was this used for torture? It usually involved 2 victims. One who who was forced to swallow the ball, and the second who was forced to watch the effects. That second person would usually begin talking quickly about other things. Naah, too sophisticated. A waste on the Congolese niggahs. Cutting hands and feet worked just as well.
ellauri270.html on line 351: A hush falls over the crowd as Mr. Summers states that he’ll read the names aloud and the heads of families should come forward and draw a slip of paper from the box. Everyone should hold his paper without opening it until all the slips have been drawn. The crowd is familiar with the ritual, and only half-listens to these directions. Mr. Summers first calls “Adams,” and Steve Adams approaches, draws his slip of paper, and returns to his family, standing a little apart and not looking down at the paper.
ellauri483.html on line 92: Madame Tracy + Aziraphale and Shadwell are cruising on the scooter at about 4/5mph making the journey time to Tadfield about 5 hours. Aziraphale intervenes, and they whizz over the site of Crowley's earlier spectacle on the M25 to the bemusement of many soggy law enforcers. Newt and Anathema arrive at the airfield. Adam and the Them approach Tadfield military base. R. P. Tyler, a bit of a miserable old sod, gives the 4 horsebikers directions to the airbase. The Them pass him by on route there too, but they know a shortcut. Soon after Madame T, Aziraphale and Shadwell appear on the scooter asking Tyler about Adam Young. Finally Crowley's flaming Bentley. All our MC's are in place! Tyler goes to inform Mr. Young that Adam is up at the airbase whilst composing angry letters to the newspapers in his mind. The 4 horsebikers arrive feeling disappointed that the end of the world isn't quite as they imagined. They bamboozle the guard to get inside, but still it sets of the alarms. Newt and Anathema can hear them as they try to also get inside. Newt flashes his WA ID card to the guard monitoring the hole in the gate as Anathema threatens him with a gun stick. Simultaneously Madame T, Aziraphale and Shadwell are, unsuccessfully, trying to get past the guard of the front gate. Adam knows that he is likely to get the Them in trouble (again). He is fighting the tumultuous darkness in his mind. He needs a sword, a crown and some scales. They must find these things...or make do. Crowley joins Aziraphale and co. at the front gate just as the Them zip by. Aziraphale disappears the guard which makes Shadwell believe that his deadly gun finger weapon has, once again, saved the day. Once inside Adam magically puts some soldiers to sleep. Electricty the world over goes haywire. Death notes that the Anti-christ has arrived. The other horsepeople are changed, becoming less and less humanoid. Anathema and Newt were hidden in the same room to witness it. They are trying to disable the communications equipment, but it isn't going well for Newt. Death and the 3 horsebikers tell Adam "it is done", but Adam is not pleased. When they don't leave Adam orders the Them to attack using their own versions of the sword, balance and crown. Pepper and War go head to head, followed by Wensleyday and Famine, and Brian and Pollution. The children drive them back into the minds of men. Death reveals himself as Azrael. Adam has put a stop to it all. Azrael reminds the Them that the horsepeople are never far away before disappearing himself. Newt confesses to be an anti-computer engineer, and sure enough once he lays hands on the equipment it glitches out causing all electronics right themselves again. Our characters converge, and Metatron appears to them all followed closely by Beezlebub. They both believe Armageddon must happen! Adam makes some good points about why it is pointless. Beezlebub and Metatron want to stick by the Grand Plan but Crowley brings it into doubt. He realises that Adam is neither good nor evil incarnate. He was left alone by both sides, and as such has become human incarnate. Beezlebub and Metatron disappear to consult with their superiors.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 332: The origin of the political left and right in politics do actually have to with the physical directions, left and right. Time for a history lesson.
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 365: We always spent a day in Petra, as well. We traveled south from Amman down the eastern side of the Dead Sea, through ancient Moab and into Edom. As we journeyed south we soon found ourselves in desert country, but it’s still far from being a wasteland. The highway was wide and well maintained, with light to moderate traffic in both directions, and we passed through several villages with pleasant rest stops before reaching Petra.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 739: Shall I give you Miss Brawn? She is about my height—with a fine style of countenance of the lengthen'd sort—she wants sentiment in every feature—she manages to make her hair look well—her nostrills are fine—though a little painful—her mouth is bad and good—her Profil is better than her full-face which indeed is not full but pale and thin without showing any bone—Her shape is very graceful and so are her movements—her Arms are good her hands badish—her feet tolerable—she is not seventeen—but she is ignorant—monstrous in her behaviour flying out in all directions, calling people such names—that I was forced lately to make use of the term Minx—this is I think not from any innate vice but from a penchant she has for acting stylishly. I am however tired of such style and shall decline any more of it".
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 227: (Of course he had the rest of his life before him. Everybody has. It was just rather short in his case in both directions. Eh, guys? Vai mitä jäbät?)
xxx/ellauri414.html on line 232: directions, inquire for bus/train schedules at
xxx/ellauri486.html on line 388: He then cut this entire compound along its length into two, and situated the middles of each together like the letter χ (chi), bent each into a circle and attached each to itself and to the other one at the point opposite to where they overlap, included them in that kind of motion which turns around uniformly in the same place, and made one of the circles inner and the other outer. The outer movement he designated as the movement of same, the inner as the movement of other. He set the movement of same revolving sideways and to the right, and that of other diagonally and to the left, and he granted supremacy to the movement of same and similar, for he left it one and undivided. However, he divided the inner circle six times, producing seven circles based on the double and triple intervals, there being three of each. He commanded the circles to go in opposite directions to one another, three at similar speeds, four at speeds dissimilar to one another and to the other three, but their movements were proportional [to each other].
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