ellauri051.html on line 1281: 683 I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. 683 Seuraan nopeasti, nousen kallion halkeaman pesään.
ellauri161.html on line 986: Bloy ottaa osaa bravuurina ranskalaisten häpeäsotaan 1870-71. Sitten aika toimetonta tunarointia, kunnes vanhemmat kuolevat, ja Bloy alkaa seukata ex-lutkan Anne Marie Roulén kaa, jonka se käännyttää, päinmakuultako selinmakuulle, ei selviä. Anna osoittautuu meedioxi, ja Bloy alkaa vakavammin sekoilla symbolien kaa. Lopulta Anna sekoaa ihan kokonaan ja joutuu pöpilään. Bloy alkaa kaveerata Huysmansin kaa ja tapailee Isle-Adamia. Se on kuin André Breton, joutuu aina kaverien kanssa hakauxiin. La mort de Barbey d´Aurevilly en avril 1889 puis celle de Villiers de l´Isle-Adam en août l´affectent profondément, tandis que son amitié avec Huysmans se fissure. Elle ne survivra pas à la publication de Là-Bas (1891), où Bloy se trouve caricaturé.
ellauri333.html on line 243: In India, it is now openly acknowledged that the state is capitalist. That it is also male may not be openly stated as such, but is getting clearer by the day. And now a new belligerent face of Hanuman, replacing the earlier one of a genial monkey god, erupts through this fissure. According to reports, Karan Acharya, a 29-year-old graphic designer from Kerala now based in Mangaluru, generated this image of an angry Hanuman playfully and for free for his friends. And yes, he was very pleased when he heard that Prime Minister Narendra Modi had appreciated the new-look Hanuman at an election rally in Karnataka earlier this month.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 124: I would argue that the first real fissure in the adulatory critical wall hailing the “literary giant” came in 1990, in George Steiner’s erudite assessment of the first volume of Brian Boyd’s Nabokov biography, “Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years.” Writing in The New Yorker, Steiner perceived, a lack of generosity of spirit in Boyd’s subject: “Nabokov’s case seems to entail a deep-lying inhumanity, or, more precisely, unhumanity,” Steiner wrote. “There is compassion in Nabokov, but it is far outweighed by lofty or morose disdain.”
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