ellauri100.html on line 262: Return to D.C.: When asked why, replied “Give a person an opportunity to feed at the public trough and that person will take the opportunity.” Incentives work! Another incentive was the opportunity to criticize analysis (instead of doing it), as an in-house reviewer of technical reports. Notice how I always returned to my masters like a dog after running awaay. It's Peters principle: I had reached my glass ceiling. I just couldn't do anything else. Unfortunately, my position AND PAY deteriorated at each round, until I ended up basically an over-aged proofreader.
ellauri107.html on line 477: The Athletic Club building is nine stories high, yellow brick with glassy roof-garden above and portico of huge limestone columns below. The lobby, with its thick pillars of porous Caen stone, its pointed vaulting, and a brown glazed-tile floor like well-baked bread-crust, is a combination of cathedral-crypt and rathskeller. The members rush into the lobby as though they were shopping and hadn't much time for it. Thus did Babbitt enter, and to the group standing by the cigar-counter he whooped, “How's the boys? How's the boys? Well, well, fine day!”
ellauri108.html on line 179: Ital is an ancient styrofoam container of food, plastic fork, and glass of juice.
ellauri111.html on line 437: (Phew. A glass of water please. Thank you dear.) God is holy. We are sinful. By his very nature, God cannot have fellowship with us sinners. There is no amount of "good" that we can do to make up for our crimes against God. They must be punished. And the wages of sin is DEATH. Somebody has to DIE to pay for sins against God. Oh, you'll die physically--sin requires that. But you've got a choice about that SECOND DEATH where a man goes to the lake of fire that burneth with fire and brimstone....
ellauri112.html on line 721: Plaid shirts, horn-rimmed glasses and beards are associated with the stereotypical 21st-century hipster. Retro electronics, Casio watch pictured, full beards and vintage clothes are associated with hipster subculture. Tampere in Pirkanmaa, Finland is ranked one of the world´s most popular hipster cities.
ellauri112.html on line 936: Ford and Zaphod clinked their glasses together. Ford i Zaphod kucnuše se čašicama.
ellauri117.html on line 320: They drew to the fire, with the decanters and the glasses and the food.
ellauri119.html on line 113: In season 2's "Hot Off the Griddle," Catwoman captures Batman and Robin and straps them to two giant aluminum grills, smears them with margarine and places two giant magnifying glasses above them, with the intent to roast them with the hot sun. Robin shouts, "Holy Oleo!" to which Catwoman humorously retorts, "I didn't know you could yodel."
ellauri119.html on line 141: In the season one episode "Not Yet, He Ain't," Batman and Robin go back to the Batcave to relax with some nice cool milk after surviving an attempt on their lives by the Penguin. What's to love about this exclamation is that Robin is so enraged and yet he's carrying a glass of milk and it just looks adorable instead.
ellauri144.html on line 109: I took the Monkey to Italy. Sorry, I haven't mentioned her before. She's the long-legged shiksa model who used to be married to the elderly rich goy that liked to shit on a glass table over a schwartz while she ate a banana. Hence Monkey. Her real name is Mary Jane Reed and she's a thinly-disguised caricature of my alter ego's first wife. Revenge really is best served cold.
ellauri147.html on line 92: In 1949 Tyynni’s sixth poetry collection was published – ‘Ylitse vuoren lasisen’ (‘Over the glass mountain), which included one of her best loved poems ‘Kaarisilta’ (‘The arched bridge’). The poems make reference to the difficulties she faced in her own life circumstances.
ellauri147.html on line 860: faces to find out the current standard of good looks on the Internet. On the Hot or Not web site, people rate others' attractiveness on a scale of 1 to 10. An average score based on hundreds or even thousands of individual ratings takes only a few days to emerge. To make this hot or not palette of morphed images, photos from the site were sorted by rank and used SquirlzMorph to create multi-morph composites from them. Unlike projects like Face of Tomorrow, where the subjects are posed for the purpose, the portraits are blurry because the source images are of low resolution with differences in variables such as posture, hair styles and glasses, so that in this instance images could use only 36 control points for the morphs. A similar study was done with Miss Universe contestants, as shown in the averageness article, as well as one for age, as shown in the youthfulness article.
ellauri153.html on line 411: pair of glasses (or a coloured glass?) for seeing the theological issues involving God and evil. The
ellauri183.html on line 103: And Malamud himself -- still frail from a recent illness -- at first appears an improbable Isaiah. With his tidy demeanor, incessant self-editing ("no, wait, there's a better word . . . ") and deadpan, scrupulous style, he could be the most successful publican in Galilee. He is uneasy with talking about himself ("that kind of stuff, it's not up his alley," says his publicity-hungry "friend" Philip Roth) and seems reluctant to start. He pauses to choose among several pairs of glasses, then sits down carefully, feet flat on the floor, long fingers knitted in his lap. Finally, with the anxious geniality of a brave man settling in for root canals, he says, "Now then, I think we can begin."
ellauri189.html on line 765: In some Pashtuns weddings, the bride breaks a glass (in particular, I heard it done by Pashtuns in Kandahar). In Jew’s weddings the groom breaks it. This is actually a relatively new tradition that Jews do for the remembrance of the destroyed Temple, so it is likely that Pashtuns heard of this tradition after they have already been exiled and added it to their other Israeli traditions.
ellauri192.html on line 549: and Mother put on her glasses. Ja äiti laittoi päähän lukurillit.
ellauri196.html on line 631: Lewis argued that the AFL was too heavily oriented toward traditional craftsmen, and was overlooking the opportunity to organize millions of semiskilled workers, especially those in industrial factories that made automobiles, rubber, glass and steel. In 1935 Lewis led the dissenting unions in forming a new Congress for Industrial Organization (CIO) within the AFL. Both the new CIO industrial unions, and the older AFL crafts unions grew rapidly after 1935. In 1936 union members enthusiastically supported Roosevelt's landslide reelection. Proposals for the creation of an independent labor party were rejected.
ellauri203.html on line 641: Tiihonin tuntematon biblesitaatti tässä kohtaa on varmaan se Anssi Jyrän Bergmanista tuttu jippo "through the glass darkly". Yep, it appears in 1 Corinthians — here´s the full quote:
ellauri203.html on line 643: For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
ellauri204.html on line 690: On October 4, 1974, Sexton had lunch with Kumin to revise galleys for Sexton's manuscript of The Awful Rowing Toward God, scheduled for publication in March 1975 (Middlebrook 396). On returning home she put on her mother's old fur coat, removed all her rings, poured herself a glass of vodka, locked herself in her garage, and started the engine of her car, ending her life by carbon monoxide poisoning. Narsistinen pelle.
ellauri206.html on line 63: The concept is often attributed to Russian playwright Anton Chekhov, reputed to have said "Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." What Chekhov actually said, in a letter to his brother, was "In descriptions of Nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture. For instance, you’ll have a moonlit night if you write that on the mill dam a piece of glass from a broken bottle glittered like a bright little star, and that the black shadow of a dog or a wolf rolled past like a ball."
ellauri217.html on line 386: Konsul Åke hade tagit del i det idiotiska kriget, i fältartilleriet just som CEC, och blev löjtnant just som han. Jag blev första jägarkompaniets skrivare. Min mindre son blev vapenvägrare, bra gjort. Nu bor sonen, som inte förmår säga R, på Skrivargränden i Bergans med en brasilianska och säljer italiensk glass i Mattby när han minns. (Det låter som något Jörkka kunde ha hittat på.) Min far bytte rum när släktingarna började prata om sina söners militärkarriärer.
ellauri219.html on line 758: Some of the schools of India say that the psychic nature is, as it were, a looking-glass, eli narsismihan siinä taas on kyseessä. Eli the purpose of life, taas kerran, is the "the undressing of the immortal man; the birth of the spiritual from the psychical, whereby we enter our divine inheritance and come to inhabit Eternity. This is, indeed, salvation, the purpose of all true religion, in all times."
ellauri222.html on line 501: A baldheaded man with gold glasses, Lubin is the caseworker assigned to work with the Marches through the government charities program.
ellauri226.html on line 135: My wife marched right in. All six guys filed in behind her, like a spaghetti western, many of which were filmed close by. Inside, the pallid bartender was polishing glasses. I slapped a euro on the bar and ordered two macchiatos. Then, in my grunting Italian American, I asked if this might be the same Risveglio from D.H. Lawrence’s day.
ellauri241.html on line 1416: (It was a spy-glass, I would bet.)
ellauri241.html on line 1562: Come to this glasshouse full of stiffs,
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ellauri262.html on line 403: As an advertiser, Sayers's collaboration with artist John Gilroy resulted in "The Mustard Club" for Colman's Mustard and the Guinness "Zoo" advertisements, variations of which still appear today. One example was the Toucan, his bill arching under a glass of Guinness, with Sayers's jingle:
ellauri263.html on line 453: Today, Hebron is the capital of the Hebron Governorate, the largest governorate of the State of Palestine, with an estimated population of around 782,227 as of 2021. It is a busy hub of West Bank trade, generating roughly a third of the area's gross domestic product, largely due to the sale of limestone from quarries in its area. It has a local reputation for its grapes, figs, limestone, pottery workshops and glassblowing factories. The old city of Hebron features narrow, winding streets, flat-roofed stone houses, and old bazaars. The city is home to Hebron University and the Palestine Polytechnic University.
ellauri264.html on line 168: Its edginess comes at the expense of its own characters and punishes the audience for being invested. Like a certain Mystery Inc. member rummaging around in the dark for her glasses, the series is unfocused, confused, and desperately lost. In the original, there were just 2 races, white termite ape and dog. You knew where everything was at.
ellauri276.html on line 994: Kate Rusby lauloi Iloiset kyntöpojat vuonna 1997 CD-levyllään Hourglass.
ellauri284.html on line 654: On a blindingly sunny day in Gurgaon, Pankaj Bansal, son of Basant Bansal, appeared on a golf green to greet contestants from the “Apprentice”-style Indian reality show “The Pitch.” The young scion, in a lilac shirt and aviator sunglasses, told the budding entrepreneurs that his family was positioning itself to be “one of the most respected developers in the country” and worked only with the best architects, interior designers and landscapers.
ellauri301.html on line 261: De Klerk was a heavy smoker but gave up smoking towards the end of 2005. He also enjoyed a glass of whisky or wine while relaxing his muscles. He enjoyed playing golf and big game hunting, as well as going for brisk walks.
ellauri302.html on line 164: Reb Ali: We'll go to the synagogue and gather a minyan of Jews. It will be easy enough to find men who are willing to honor the Law. (Arises from the table, pours brandy into the glasses, slapping Yekel on the shoulder.) There, there! God will help you! Rejoice, host! The Lord befriends the sincere penitent... Don't worry. You'll marry your girl to some proficient scholar; you'll take some poor Yeshiva student for a son-in-law, and support him while he sits and studies the Holy Law. And the blessings of the Law will win you the Lord's forgiveness.
ellauri302.html on line 188: The furniture of the basement brothel consists of several lounges, a tahle, benches and card-tables; on the walls, looking-glasses bedecked with gaudy ornaments; chromos representing women in suggestive poses...
ellauri302.html on line 229: At home, in my village, the first sorrel must be sprouting. Yes, at the first May rain they cook sorrel soup... And the goats must be grazing in the meadows... And the rafts must be floating on the stream... And Franek is getting the Gentile girls together, and dancing with them at the inn... And the women must surely be baking cheese-cakes for the Feast of Weeks.* (Silence.) Do you know what? I'm going to buy myself a new summer tippet and go home for the holidays... (Buns into her room, brings out a large summer hat and a long veil; she places the hat upon her wet hair and surveys herself in the looking-glass.) Just see! If I'd ever come home for the holidays rigged up in this style, and promenade down to the station... Goodness! They'd just burst with envy. Wouldn't they? If only I weren't afraid of my father! He'd kill me on the spot. He's on the hunt for me with a crowbar. Once he caught me dancing with Franek at the village tavern and he gave me such a rap over the arm with a rod (Showing her arm.) that I carry the mark to this very day. I come from a fine family. My father is a butcher. Talk about the fellows that were after me!... (In a low voice.) They tried to make a match between me and Nottke the meat-chopper. I've got his gold ring still. (Indicating a ring upon her finger.) He gave it to me at the Feast of Tabernacles.* Maybe he wasn't wild to marry me, — but I didn't care to.
ellauri324.html on line 293: Eventually the fake money in the stock exchange thats being backed by the one world people will eventually burst and when it does their will be a solution. A new digital currency will slowly be on the rise as the new and “logical” solution to the economic disaster. Since our currency is paper and is no longer backed by gold it is easy to just switch to digital money. This new idea (which has been planned for years) will start to make its way on your smart phones and new trendy devices like wrist bands and and tech glasses. This will hold your driving traveling financial health and social information on it and money and credit cards will slowly be pushed out to the point of being obsolete and a thing of the past. Crime will arise and these trendy devices will get hacked stolen and destroyed. their will be a type of digital fraud that will be almost impossible to deal with until a “new solution arrises”.
ellauri352.html on line 465: Ford and Zaphod clinked their glasses together.
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ellauri381.html on line 358: And drink a bitter glass of wine
ellauri386.html on line 67: When not in a good mood he often looked at everything through dark glasses, became vexed, forgot good manners, and sometimes was carried away to the point of abusiveness and loss of self-awareness.
ellauri389.html on line 230: “But I feel weighed down by the short sightedness, the petty bureaucracy, and the often pointless activities that are creeping into higher education. These things eat time and, more importantly, sap energy. Meanwhile the sand sifts through the hourglass. At the Open University I’d always hoped that we’d be able to offer a named undergraduate degree in philosophy, but actually the subject has, if anything, become marginalised, with fewer courses available than when I joined nineteen years ago, and with much higher fees. This at a time when philosophy is becoming increasingly popular. There had also been suggestions that I might be able to take on an official role promoting the public understanding of philosophy, but that didn’t materialise either.
xxx/ellauri010.html on line 1193: Äidin konttoriin tullee glass bnb.
xxx/ellauri076.html on line 131: Kajanus moved with his mother and sister to Paris at the age of twelve where he studied music and classical guitar, as well as attending the Cité Universitaire’s flying school. The family then relocated to Montreal, Quebec, Canada, where Kajanus worked as a stained-glass window designer.
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 621: The prefect says that he and his police detectives have searched D-'s town house and have found nothing. They checked behind the wallpaper and under the carpets. His men have examined the tables and chairs with magnifying glasses and then probed the cushions with needles but have found no sign of interference; the letter is not hidden in these places. Dupin asks the prefect if he knows what he is seeking, and the prefect reads a minute description of the letter, which Dupin memorizes. The prefect then bids them good day.
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I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …
xxx/ellauri121.html on line 358: Peg on muistavinaan että jonkun nazin morsian olisi ollut keskitysleirin pihalla bikineissä kissalasit päässä. Hmm. Although two-piece bathing suits were being used by women as early as the 1930s, the bikini is commonly dated to July 5, 1946 when, partly due to material rationing after World War II. Cat eye glasses first became popular in the 1950s with their feline inspired style. A huge contrast to the frames that had been in fashion previously, cat eye glasses marked a new era of chic style for women. The glasses were originally created to be worn only with optical lenses, but it was the hugely famous actress Audrey Hepburn that kicked off the trend for cat eye sunglasses after her starring role in 1961 hit film Breakfast at Tiffanys. Eli selkeästi joku anakronismi, sodanjälkeisiä muoteja. Platform shoes oli kyllä muotia 30-40-luvuilla. Mitä vittua on "sen ajan painokuvahatut?" Ei takuulla ollut 40-luvun muotia, mitä sitten ovatkaan. Ja sit toi älytön Nolite te bastardes carborundorum josta on ollut useaankin otteeseen syytä marista.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 181: But to answer your question: I do have some personal rules like all my main characters can’t wear glasses ‘cause that’s geeky and I’m geeky (I also wear glasses). But another one is that the main character has to be a smoker. That’s not so true anymore, so I broke that one.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 352: The mahogany bar spread eight feet with dark boards underneath that swirled up to a marble top. A famous writer with taped up glasses and grey-flaked hair sat at a table in the back corner. Two Americans walked in and sat on the barstools. They acknowledged the writer and ordered drinks. They were big men, just like him, and he had seen them in here many times. It was a small room. Fifteen by thirty feet at most with windows only in the door. The writer drank his Asti Spumante. The owner of the bar, Giuseppe Cipriani, walked towards his table and crouched down.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 358: “No names.” Papa met his hand and winked through the glasses and the light flickered. “Your freedom's at stake.”
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 390: “The bourgeois appreciates?” Papa laughed big and drank his grappa and picked up the walking stick. The two Americans sat drinking their grappas at the bar. One had taped up glasses and the other had messy grey-flaked hair. The one with the glasses listened closely. The other just drank.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 472: “No, you're not a man for that. Even in war. I've seen it. Or what you did. Not how you mean. Have child, that what man does.” Papa ran the back of his hand on his cheek and felt the tape on his glasses. “That tree. A man planted that.”
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 510: “Papa, one grappa,” the older officer said. Papa was drunk but told Juice to pour them. Juice poured four glasses and the Americans held their glasses out as Juice poured. They drank slowly and the officers said they would not raise suspicion returning late.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 530: “I think he's hiding something,” the one with the taped up glasses said.
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 129: The first strut of biographical art to buckle under such an avenging mission is language. "Death emasculates," Freedman reports dishearteningly. He describes one doubly unlucky fellow as being "fatally electrocuted." We find Rilke seeking the "panacea of a cure." Women almost never give birth--they just "birth." Clara, Rilke's wife, "was the messenger but also the transparent glass and reflecting mirror of Rilke's depression." And what a shame that a sentence like this should appear in a book about a poet's life: "Like garden flowers opening their petals early only to wither quickly, Italy's current art avoided the hard surface required for effective poetry." It's as if, somewhere in the deeper regions of his writing self, Freedman knows that Rilke wasn't any of the bad things his biographer says he was.
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 282: You want one glass lassi?
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 330: and grape juice from a common glass for bride and
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 333: I remember the breaking of the glass and the congregation
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xxx/ellauri235.html on line 497: During the Seven Years' War (1756-1763), Britain's ruinously expensive naval sorties against France were actually inflicting very little damage. In the specific case of the Sept 1757 Raid on Rochefort, British MP Henry Fox said it was like breaking their windows with guineas (i.e. - using and thus losing our most valuable coins as missiles, simply to break their glass windows).
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 766: I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, Mulla on makkarissa peili koko vartalolle,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 525: Grief, with a glass that ran;
xxx/ellauri252.html on line 529: It is very hard to determine, given the facts at hand, whether or not MacArthur would have been right in dropping 30 nuclear bombs on China. I will say this, though; the rose-colored glasses of the present often change the shading of situations in the past. When you consider the decisions of MacArthur and Truman, remember that they lived in a different time with different values and ideas. And don't be afraid to make up your own mind.
xxx/ellauri307.html on line 630: Käytyään South River High Schoolissa hänestä tuli ensimmäinen perheessä, joka opiskeli yliopistossa, kun hän ilmoittautui Rutgersin yliopistoon kuuluvaan Douglass Collegeen opiskelemaan maalaustaidetta. Kun Schneider sai lapsia, hän päätti tulla kotiäidiksi kuten hänen äitinsä. Kolmekymppisenä hän alkoi kirjoittaa romaaneja.
xxx/ellauri320.html on line 363: Det å bli gammel, tenkte jeg ikke over før for 2 år siden da jeg plutselig havnet på sykehuset en morgen. Jeg skulle dusje, så da vannet kom over hodet mitt, var det plutselig vondt å få vann i håret? Jeg skjønte ingenting, så ble alt rundt meg "rosa?" Da besvimte jeg og hektet av glassdøren på dusjkabinettet. Jeg våknet etter noen sekunder på gulvet utenfor dusjen med døren på snei! Jeg hadde ikke følt meg dårlig før dette. Var frisk som en fisk og syklet mye. På sykehuset konstanterer de dobbel lungebetennelse, og flere mangler i blodet, bl.annet Kadium? Og jeg som spiser variert mat, tar mine vitaminer og noe kosttilskudd, vet ikke hvorfor dette skjedde. Men etter noen dager på sykehus var alt ok igjen. Det var ikke hyggelig å reise til sykehus med håndkle rundt håret og badehåndkle rundt kroppen uten noen andre ting med. Jeg ler av det i dag. Men tilbake til det å bli gammel! Plutselig skjer det noe uventet, som artrose, dårligere tarmfunksjon. Jeg la om kostholdet mitt 100%, og vips var alle smerter borte, tarmene har begynt å fungere normalt igjen etter å ha fått Ulcerøs kolitt. Med min nye måte å spise på, er alt bra hittil. Håper det fortsetter slik. Når man blir gammel, gjør det ofte litt vondt her og der. Men kostholdet er nøkkelen til god og smertefri helse. God sommer!
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 253: Sartre has said that the writer's is to cure the "sick" language that is incommunicative. Iris Murdoch, in attempting to answer what the sickness of the language really is, says it is the fact that we can no longer take language for granted as a medium of communication. "Its transparancy has gone. We are like people who for a long time looked out of a window without noticing the glass - and then one day began to notice this too. Hemingway also feals this way. Our time demands a simple prose. with an Eliot-like emphasis on semantics."
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