ellauri011.html on line 560: His work has been published in more than 170 countries and translated into eighty languages. Together, his books have sold in the hundreds of millions. On 22 December 2016, Coelho was listed by UK-based company Richtopia at number 2 in the list of 200 most influential contemporary authors.
ellauri051.html on line 1392: 792 Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diameter of eighty thousand miles, 792 Ylinopeutta seitsemän satelliitin ja leveän renkaan keskellä, ja halkaisija on kahdeksankymmentätuhatta mailia,
ellauri066.html on line 904: In April, 2020, a widely-circulated pre-print version of a paper by researchers at Uppsala University, adapting the Imperial College model, predicted that, under the Swedish strategy, fifty per cent of susceptible Swedes would be infected within thirty days, resulting in over eighty thousand deaths by July.
ellauri159.html on line 1349: He was born in 1832 and lived for eighty-six years. During that time he wrote much, but unsystematically. His favorite form of publication was letters to newspapers, mainly local newspapers with a small circulation. These letters dealt with an astonishing diversity of subjects, from local petty politics or the tricks of spiritualist mediums to principles of industry and finance and profundities of metaphysics.
ellauri188.html on line 142: Referring to the last paragraph in Mr. Wester's communication-It would appear that if one is dependent, as was the writer, upon trading schooners to get from Tahiti to the Marquesas, then amongst these islands and return to Tahiti, his program for work in these two groups would take more than a year and his estimate of expense might, in consequence, be exceeded. Sometimes one is obliged to wait from one month to three to get the opportunity to move from one island in the Marquesas to another forty or fifty or eighty miles away, so rare and uncertain are the visits of these schooners. Further, in the absence of any regular means of communication, one has to seize any chance opportunity of transportation or run the risk of being marooned for a long period. On the other hand, if a schooner were chartered, which is the best possible way of visiting and working among the South Sea Islands, schooner, captain, crew and provisions would cost about $1,000 per month (this figure was obtained from an authoritative source) and a year on shipboard might not be needed. Under such conditions Mr. Wester's calculation of $8,500 for a year's work in the Marquesas and Societies may not be far out of the way.
ellauri236.html on line 200: The thing that the ordinary reader ought to have objected to — almost certainly would have objected to, a few decades earlier — was the equivocal attitude towards crime. It is implied throughout No Orchids that being a criminal is only reprehensible in the sense that it does not pay. Being a policeman pays better, but there is no moral difference, since the police use essentially criminal methods. In a book like He Won't Need It Now the distinction between crime and crime-prevention practically disappears. This is a new departure for English sensational fiction, in which till recently there has always been a sharp distinction between right and wrong and a general agreement that virtue must triumph in the last chapter. English books glorifying crime (modern crime, that is — pirates and highwaymen are different) are very rare. Even a book like Raffles, as I have pointed out, is governed by powerful taboos, and it is clearly understood that Raffles's crimes must be expiated sooner or later. In America, both in life and fiction, the tendency to tolerate crime, even to admire the criminal so long as he is success, is very much more marked. It is, indeed, ultimately this attitude that has made it possible for crime to flourish upon so huge a scale. Books have been written about Al Capone that are hardly different in tone from the books written about Henry Ford, Stalin, Lord Northcliffe and all the rest of the ‘log cabin to White House’ brigade. And switching back eighty years, one finds Mark Twain adopting much the same attitude towards the disgusting bandit Slade, hero of twenty-eight murders, and towards the Western desperadoes generally. They were successful, they ‘made good’, therefore he admired them.
ellauri244.html on line 626: If at eighty you're not a cripple or an invalid, if you have your health, if you still enjoy a good walk, a good meal (with all the trimmings), if you can sleep with hairy elves without first taking a pill, if birds and flowers, mountains and sea still inspire you, you are a most fortunate individual and you should get down between her knees morning and night and thank the good Lord for your stayin' and keepin' it up power.
ellauri248.html on line 244: In Daniel 6, Daniel is raised to high office by his royal master Darius the Mede. Daniel's jealous rivals trick Darius into issuing a decree that for thirty days no prayers should be addressed to any god or man but Darius himself; anyone who disobeys this edict is to be thrown to the lions. Pious Daniel continues to pray daily to the God of Israel; and the king, although deeply distressed, must condemn Daniel to death, for the edicts of the Medes and Persians cannot be altered. Hoping for Daniel's deliverance, Darius has him cast into the pit. At daybreak the king hurries to the place and cries out anxiously, asking if God had saved his friend. Daniel replies that his God had sent an angel to the jaws of the lions, "because I was found tasteless before them". The king commands that those who had conspired against Daniel be thrown to the poor overfed lions in his place with their tasty wives and children, and that the whole world should tremble and fear before the God of Daniel. Although Daniel is sometimes depicted as a young man in illustrations of the incident, James Montgomery Boice points out that he would have been over eighty years old at the time. No wonder perhaps that he did not entice the lions.
ellauri439.html on line 78: Martti ei pitänyt 2000-luvun kenkämuodista, en minäkään. The 2000s was an era of chunky shoes and platforms, but if we were opting for a classier, more grown-up look, square toe heels were always there for us. Varpaat hirmu pitkät, kärjistä poikki leikatut, korot alaspäin levenevät möhköt YÄK! Oliko Ulrike Schwallilla sellaiset? En voi uskoa, elettiinhän vasta kasaria. Hennon isopäisen Ulin naiminen jäi vain haaveexi. Älä unta nää. Wissenschaftszicke. Zicke zacke Hühnekacke. Turha erektio Heidelbergissä. Walseria panettaa Wissenschaftszicke vielä pushing eighty. 40 vuotta häntä pystyssä nuorten naisten kimpussa. 70v Annan kanssa samaan aikaan toisaalla. Ruttuinen vanhuskikkeli lahkeeseen jonkin verran oienneena vaikkei enää käyttökelpoisexi kovettuneena, pystyasennosta puhumattakaan. Nyt ois Marianne rotevaa, jos vain sen saisi vielä esiin yöpöydän laatikosta.
xxx/ellauri087.html on line 641: Yrjön omat pojat eivät olleet eron suhteen yhtä armeliaita. Välirikko kesti aikansa – ja teki kipeää. Nyt Yrjö osaa jo arvostaa sitä, että pojat olivat niin vahvasti äitinsä puolella. Italialainen äitipuoli on jo ollutta ja mennyttä. Yrjö haahuilee yxixensä Sipoon mökissä. Vilkuilee välillä vitriinin rakkaushyllyä. No ei vaitiskaan. Yrjön uudesta liitosta syntynyt Jurij Enzo on nyt 12 eipäskun 15-vuotias. Ykä on vanha ukko jo, pushing eighty, parhaassa covid-rokoteiässä. Edellisen lukuvuoden poika kävi koulua USA:ssa, kun vanhemmat vierailivat Kalifornian yliopistossa Berkeleyssa. Se oli siis 2017, samana vuonna kuin Sammeli pääsi rantaan haudan lepoon, oltuaan vuoden päivät pahvilaatikossa vitriinin päällä rakkaushyllyllä.
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 280: Risto Orava puhui Wokulle LHC kiihdyttimestä, jota yritettiin houkutella Suomeen. Mikä ihmeen El José, ihmetteli Woku muttei kehdannut kysyä. Wokun eläke ei kertynyt Riston leivissä, se aikoo pakertaa Airbussilla pushing eighty ikäisex. Jaxaa jaxaa. Se on (oli) vikkelä kuin orava, menee (meni) kuin väkkärä. Vasaran paukutus da oben päätalolta päin on kyllä vähän hiljentynyt. Higgsin bosoni on painava, painavammat vielä Rikun bosat.
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 224: Elijah said to Rav Y’huda the brother of Rav Sala the Pious: “The world will exist for no less than eighty-five jubilees [that is, 85*50 = 4250 years], and in the last jubilee the Son of David will come.” He asked him: “In its beginning or at its end?” He answered: “I do not know.” [Rav Y’huda then asked:] “Will it [the last jubilee] be complete or not?” He said to him: “I do not know.” Rav Ashi said; “This is what Elijah told him; ‘Until the last jubilee expect him not; from then on expect him.’” So no hurry, there's another 260 jubilees (1300 years) or thereabouts to go. Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 97b[14]
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 107: In the seventeenth century, the story of King Candaules’s wife was seen as a moral lesson, warning against violations of the marital bedchamber. The theme was treated by the poet Jacob Cats in his Toneel vande mannelicke Achtbaerheyt, in which he devoted no less than eighty-six verses to the tale of Candaules and Gyges, and illustrates the scene in the royal bedchamber with a print by Pieter de Jode after Adriaen van de Venne. In the print the Queen is seen half naked from behind. Candaules is already in bed, and the Queen looks at Gyges, who is largely concealed behind the wallhangings. The moral of the story is clarified by a scene on a smaller scale in the background, showing Candaules being slain by Gyges. The print no doubt served as an inspiration for several other later renditions of the theme in Northern Netherlandish painting, including works by Frans van Mieris the Elderv, and Eglon van de Neervi.
xxx/ellauri232.html on line 85: Far-right groups have been a consistent presence in the Swedish political underground since the early 1920s, with their high point coming in the municipal elections of 1934, when around eighty council members of Svenska nationalsocialistiska partiet (the Swedish National Socialist Party) were elected across the country. After a long period of mainstream political inactivity in the wake of the Second World War, neo-fascism grew stronger in the 1980s, culminating in the emergence of several new neo-Nazi organisations in the 1990s. The most notable of these groups was Nationalsocialistik Front (the National Socialist Front), who were replaced by the currently active Svenskarnas Parti (the Party of the Swedes) in 2009. The Party of the Swedes’ political program states that “only people who belong to the western genetic and cultural heritage, where ethnic Swedes are included, should be Swedish citizens”, as well as their belief that “all policy decisions should be based on what is best for the interests of the ethnic Swedes”. Far from being prohibited in Sweden, these monsters are sitting now in public offices.
xxx/ellauri281.html on line 654: The classic form of qasida maintains a single elaborate metre throughout the poem, and every line rhymes on the same sound. It typically runs from fifteen to eighty lines, and sometimes more than a hundred. The genre originates in Arabic poetry and was adopted by Persian poets, where it developed to be sometimes longer than a hundred lines.
xxx/ellauri363.html on line 682: During his youthful visits to Bowood House, the country seat of his patron Lord Lansdowne, he had passed his time at falling unsuccessfully in love with all the ladies of the house, whom he courted with a clumsy jocularity, while playing chess with them or giving them lessons on the harpsichord. Hopeful to the last, at the age of eighty he wrote again to one of them, recalling to her memory the far-off days when she had "presented him, in ceremony, with the flower in the green lane".
xxx/ellauri376.html on line 66: Olli Oravan syyspuuhat. Jussi Jänixen kaveri Olli Orava paljastaa syyn onnettomaan Venäjä-virheeseensä.Iltalehden totuus minusta -ohjelmassa presidenttiehdokas Olli Rehn paljastaa syyn ministerinä tekemäänsä onnettomaan Venäjä-päätökseen. Risto Orava maxoi Wolfram Rothin palkan stipendinä, jonka ansiosta Wolfram raataa töissä vielä pushing eighty.
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/ellauri440.html on line 151: Ihmeellisiä pääsiäistapoja on Sälinkäällä, ne on kuin juutalaisia. Madilda veisaa taas luonnossa, Janne käy kuumana. Madildan piipussa on jotaa tukkoo, voihhaa Janne tulla nuohoomaa? Ehkä oli tarkotettu et Alman asian piti vielä orottaa? Laskelmien mukaan eletään 20-luvun vaihdetta, Matilla on siis 55 ja Janne viisikymppinen. Hävyxissä vielä piilexivä Ismail on siis yli 70, pushing eighty. Ne tapasivat Madildan ollessa noin 25. Siihen väliin mahtuvat Eero Sala lapsineen. Kyllä nää on Jöns ja Tiina ilmiselvästi. Tyhmä Tilta, ei Roope sille pahaa tahtonut, vaan hyvää izelleen. Tiltun jääminen perinnöttömäxi oli vain collateral damage. Niinkuin palestiinalaisten lähtö Libyaan.
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