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ellauri051.html on line 899: 317 Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface, 317 Järvien päällä hauenkalastaja tarkkailee ja odottaa jäässä olevan reiän vieressä,
ellauri082.html on line 236: Between the woods and frozen lake Mezikön ja järven jään välimaille
ellauri095.html on line 580: The ´New York Times´, in the best traditions of media coverage, focused on the "weirdness of the scene". The newspaper contrasted the nuns´ "terror-stricken conduct", frozen with terror, and "deaf to all entreaties", with the "plucky" behaviour of the stewardess who tried to encourage them to leave the saloon for rigging as the water rose around them. One of the nuns was heard to cry in a voice heard above the storm "O my God, make it quick, make it quick". Hopkins, however, saw these words as an example of courage in the fate of extremity, and as the active seeking of the soul reaching towards God.
ellauri172.html on line 260: Other writers [who?] have opted to deny the validity of the illustration. A typical [citation needed] counter-argument is that rationality as described in the paradox is so limited as to be a straw man version of the real thing. The idea that a random decision could be made is sometimes used as an attempted justification for faith. The argument is that, like the starving ass, we must make a choice to avoid being frozen in endless doubt. Other counter-arguments exist. [This paragraph was total balderdash, if I may say so.]
ellauri223.html on line 166: I remember I have read in one of your European books, of an holy hermit amongst you that desired to see the Spirit of Fornication; and there appeared to him a little foul ugly Aethiop. Fuckin niggah. But if he had desired to see the Spirit of Chastity of Bensalem, it would have appeared to him in the likeness of a fair (paleface) beautiful Cherubim. For there is nothing amongst mortal men more fair and admirable, than the chaste minds of this people. Know therefore, that with them there are no chicken stews, frozen or otherwise, no dissolute houses, no courtesans, nor anything of that kind.
ellauri276.html on line 608: Turning over frozen earth in dark January days behind a horse drawn or an ox drawn plough, must have been back breaking labour. The hours were long, pay was poor. A ploughman at the Alnwick Hiring Fair of spring 1819 for instance, was offered merely bed and food as payment for his fee for six months work. In the depression of that year, the ploughman had no choice, yet, these ploughmen appeared to enjoy their job and approached life with a sense of honest reality and humour. Their songs are nearly always cheerful. Cyril Tawney sang The Ploughman in 1974 on the Argo anthology The World of the Countryside. Jon Loomes sang The Ploughman in 2005 on his Fellside CD Fearful Symmetry. He noted:
ellauri302.html on line 294: Are you cold, Rifkele darling? Nestle close to me... Ever so close... Warm yourself next to me. So. Come, let's sit down here on the lounge. (Leads Rifkele to a lounge; they sit down.) Just like this... Now rest your face snugly in my bosom. So. Just like that. And let your body touch mine... It's so cool... as if water were running between us. (Pause.) I uncovered your breasts and washed them with the rainwater that trickled down my arms. Your breasts are so white and soft. And the blood in them cools under the touch, just like white snow, — like frozen water... and their fragrance is like the grass on the meadows. And I let down your hair so... (Buns her fingers through RifkeWs hair.) And I held them like this in the rain and washed them. How sweet they smell... Like the rain itself... (She huries her face in Rifkele's hair.) Yes, I can smell the scent of the May rain in them... So light, so fine... And fresh... as the grass on the meadows... as the apple on the bough... So. Cool me, refresh me with your tresses. (She washes her face in Rifkele^s hair.) Cool me, — so. But wait... I'll comb you as if you were a bride... a nice part and two long, black braids. (Does so.) Do you want me to, Rifkele? Do you?
ellauri362.html on line 737: The poem vividly portrays the desolation of winter, with its barren landscapes, frozen streams, and harsh weather conditions. This imagery serves as a metaphor for the effects of alcohol on the human spirit. Just as winter chills and hardens the earth, alcohol numbs the senses, dulls the intellect, and stifles emotions.
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xxx/ellauri139.html on line 351: The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass, Jänö kömpii lumihangessa ihan nolona,
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 652: More black humor: "Get up," Kake tells Bill, who replies "What? I never get up." Of course, it is Kake, not Bill, who never gets up. Later, trout (again, a phallic fish) try in vain to swim against the current of a waterfall, and — not so humorously — Kake reads a book about a man frozen inside a glacier whose wife awaits the reappearance of his body for twenty-four years. Kake is "frozen," too, only no one has the patience to await his unthawing.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 386: Its mere existence has been a guarantee for peace. Now Putin has used NATO expansion as an excuse. But remember, he attacked Georgia after Gruzia started it and created the frozen conflict, only a few months after the NATO summit in Bucharest in 2008. That too had nothing to do with NATO. It had much more to do with an expansionist Russia and Putin who wanted to create their own spheres of interest and cause insecurity around his neighborhood. As if one big Western sphere of interest would not be enough globally.
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