ellauri028.html on line 198: Apparently man is a selfish prick that can't think for himself and relies on "outside influences". He is a chameleon. He is nothing but a mere machine. Well, at least according to Twain. Man is a fraud and only lives for himself. He is really driving home this point that everyone is selfish and acts out of selfish needs (big surprise?), even if viewed (publicly and personally) as a self-sacrificing person. My question is; who cares? If the end result is the same, what does the actions matter. Let's say, saving a woman from a burning house. Twain says you do this out of making yourself feel good and avoiding the pain of not saving the woman, nothing else; the woman comes second to your own need of feeling good. But regardless of how it makes you feel, you still saved the woman in the end. The good is still done, even though you did it for yourself. Forget how the action was achieved. What does it matter if we refer to this as "self sacrificing" or "selfishness". Answer me this question, Twain! THE ACTION REMAINS THE SAME!!!.... I feel this must have been written during a time when everyone was going around smugly proclaiming to be self-sacrificing do-gooders and self-proclaimed religious nuts while really being shitty people; which had to be the most annoying thing ever. I guess it feels a bit outdated and I think people who naively go around claiming that they are "self-sacrificing do-gooders" are simply laughed at in our post modern times as smug assholes who need to get off their high horse (high horse? who owns a fucking horse nowadays, anyways?). I feel it is pretty accepted now that those who do good are doing them for their own selfish gains and the view of acceptance by others, at least I think this is the case. I don't know cause I don't know do-gooders, everyone I know (including myself) are dicks and more concerned with their celluar phones and creating social dating websites on the internet in vain attempts to pick up chicks only to drink alone and desperately spend several hours harassing women on social dating sites until one, out of pity, decides to respond to your 50 private messages, which then they foolishly decides to set up a date with you; only for you to be disappointed and stood up; which results in more drinking and paying a "dancer" to give you a hand job behind the goodwill on a Saturday night....
ellauri028.html on line 204: Jesus, I am sorry for this whole rant. This is a book review, not a therapy session...I guess I am having a bad day ...Sorry...This is all pathetic, this is all a very sad, sad self centered review...I have lost all my steam, as if I had much to begin with. Where did it all go wrong? When did it start? What has happened to me?
ellauri050.html on line 319: I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Mä hämärästi arvaan mitä aika söhlää sumussa;
ellauri051.html on line 659: 101 I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Kai se on mun asennelogo, sellainen toiveikkaan vihervä.
ellauri051.html on line 660: 102 Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, Tai sit se on herran nenäliina,
ellauri051.html on line 664: 105 Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Tai ehkä ruoho on ize lapsi, kasvillisuuden pikkaninni, papoose.
ellauri051.html on line 665: 106 Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, Tai sit se on yxitotinen hieroglyyfi,
ellauri051.html on line 968: 382 Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? 382 Luuletko, että minulla on jokin monimutkainen tarkoitus?
ellauri051.html on line 1037: 448 You sea! I resign myself to you also -- I guess what you mean, 448 Sinä meri! Luovun myös sinulle -- arvaan mitä tarkoitat,
ellauri051.html on line 1058: 469 Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? 469 Arvasitko, että taivaalliset lait on vielä työstettävä ja korjattava?
ellauri051.html on line 1310: 710 Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, 710 Tila ja aika! nyt näen sen olevan totta, mitä luulin,
ellauri051.html on line 1311: 711 What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, 711 Mitä arvelin, kun leipäsin nurmikolla,
ellauri051.html on line 1312: 712 What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, 712 Mitä arvelin, kun makasin yksin sängyssäni,
ellauri066.html on line 908: Joku irakilainen suht kermaperseinen perhe peukutti Tegnelliä, I guess I'm quite integrated to Sweden. Sit kaikki sairastu covidiin ja sano toisilleen hyvästejä huoneesta toiseen FaceTimessa. (Huom niillä sentään oli monta huonetta kuten isällämme taivaassa. Sevverran integroituneita.) My dad was very happy & died 16h later. Meni edeltä petaamaan muille sänkyjä.
ellauri069.html on line 495: Recently, I got a subscription to Audible and picked up the George Guidall unabridged audiobook of this dense tome. Unabridged, the book took up 37 hours and 21 minutes. Over about 2 months of commutes and air travel, I finally “read” the book. And that will only be the FIRST reading. I probably absorbed maybe 25% of the meaning (generously) but at least got to hear the sections waxing poetic on calculus, aeronautical engineering, and the nature of creating things. There was also an unexpected amount of graphic sex and other wacky perversions, but I guess that was just a bonus.
ellauri080.html on line 413: Mood: Some children naturally have a happier mood, and other children may have a more serious mood. Mood refers to the overall tone of a person’s feelings, interactions and behaviors. Some people are dispositioned to have a happier overall mood, and they generally feel good about things. Others may have more of a negative mood. They may be referred to as more unpleasant, as they may not react in a strong, positive way with the world around them. Children who have a more naturally negative mood may appear to be more subdued than happy. They may have a demeanor that is more calm and may appear gloomy, sad or negative. They may not show their positive feelings externally, but may still feel positive things. I guess.
ellauri082.html on line 66: And supported Ross Perot! But his loathing of George W. Bush turned Wallace into a some kinda liberal. Woodrow Wilson kind, I guess.
ellauri082.html on line 511: James lifts his blue jeans and says that for "continuity of evolution" if there is consciousness now somebody (guess who) must have been conscious all along. If we have pricks and cunts now somebody must have sported them from the dawn of time. Well at least Jamesey must then allow for our "fellow animals" some rudiments of soul, that's a big concession.
ellauri094.html on line 758: And the stark evil of the atheist Communists becomes even more stark when considering the fact that Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan were fighting for what most wars are fought for: Wealth and Empire. Which is A-OK. The Israeli did the same with the help of Jehovah. The atheist regimes slaughtered their own people simply to impose their will upon their less powerful compatriots. Which the Christians never do. Well, not nearly as many got killed anyway. I guess. Haven't really toted up all the Christian wars. The colonial ones too, and the U.S. neocolonial ones like Korea and Vietnam, or the Desert Storm. Should one use the absolute body count or percentages? Ethics is not an exact science after all. It's more like economics.
ellauri096.html on line 55: Michael Scriven (1964) tried to refute predictive determinism (the thesis that all events are foreseeable), by conjuring two players, “Predictor” who has all the data, laws, and calculating capacity needed to predict the choices of others. Scriven goes on to imagine, “Avoider”, whose dominant motivation is to avoid prediction. Therefore, Predictor must conceal his prediction. The catch is that Avoider has access to the same data, laws, and calculating capacity as Predictor. Thus Avoider can duplicate Predictor’s reasoning. Consequently, the optimal predictor cannot predict Avoider. Let the teacher be Avoider and the student be Predictor. Avoider must win. Therefore, it is possible to give a surprise test. This sounds silly. The Predictor can predict that the Avoider double guesses her. Both can fiture out that this will go on and on, until time runs out, and they still just sit on their asses doing nothing. Thing is, you must remember that the players are part of the game, not outside of it as idealists would have it.
ellauri096.html on line 186: But the skeptic should not lose his nerve. Proof does not always yield knowledge. Consider a student who correctly guesses that a step in his proof is valid. The student does not know the conclusion but did prove the theorem. His instructor might have trouble getting the student to understand why his answer constitutes a valid proof. The intransigence may stem from the prover’s intelligence rather than his stupidity. L. E. J. Brouwer is best known in mathematics for his brilliant fixed point theorem. But Brouwer regarded his proof as dubious. He had philosophical doubts about the Axiom of Choice and Law of Excluded Middle. Brouwer persuaded a minority of mathematicians and philosophers, known as intuitionists, to emulate his inability to be educated by non-constructive proofs.
ellauri097.html on line 155: If chemists were similarly given to fanciful and mystical guessing, they would have hatched a quantum theory forty years ago to account for the variations that they observed in atomic weights. But they kept on plugging away in their laboratories without calling in either mathematicians or theologians to aid them, and eventually they discovered the isotopes, and what had been chaos was reduced to the most exact sort of order.
ellauri102.html on line 604: Yeah, I guess I want a family
ellauri107.html on line 511: “I don't see why they give us this old-fashioned junk by Milton and Shakespeare and Wordsworth and all these has-beens,” he protested. “Oh, I guess I could stand it to see a show by Shakespeare, if they had swell scenery and put on a lot of dog, but to sit down in cold blood and READ 'em—These teachers—how do they get that way?”
ellauri111.html on line 512: (Oh this is getting SOOO boring. I guess I just roll out some more bible quotes with just short rants in between.)
ellauri111.html on line 594: "Hi Lord, how are you doing? Any catches from the pool of sinners today? Well here's one, if your daily quota is short. I know that I am a sinner but I want to be saved before the gong. I repent of my sins, every one, even the one... OK I get it, you know. I don't WANT to do evil anymore, it just happens. I want to become self-righteous through the blood of Jesus. I'm asking you to please forgive some of my sins against you. I want a new lease of life in the Lord Jesus Christ. I want to be everything that You created me to be, and more. I think Jesus shed His blood and died for me so that I could be saved from my sins. I guess He rose from the dead on the third day. I so want to be your child and follow behind the holy scriptures like a dog. Okay? In that case, thank you for being merciful to me, a sinner. Thank you Lord Jesus for saving my soul from sin. Please fill me with your precious, Holy Spirit so that I can live a self-righteous, fun-denying life for you. I'm giving you myself, for what it's worth. Please show me what you want me to do. Give me a sign! Any sign! Please help me to understand your word and to walk in your leash. Please don't mumble! Please guide me to Jesus!. It is in Jesus' Name I pray, Amen."
ellauri118.html on line 761: Who can the Nymphs Confusion guess ? Kuka voi aavistaa neidon hämäännyxen?
ellauri118.html on line 783: But none can guess Lisander´s Soul, Mutta kukaan ei voi arvata Lisanderin ajatuxia,
ellauri141.html on line 502: George Beresford ('Turkey'), who shared a study with Kipling and Dunsterville ('Stalky'), reports Kipling as bad at Latin and with no Greek. Little of his education stuck. His reputation at school was of someone who was imprecise about scansion, long or short syllables and syntax, and who made wild and funny guesses at the sense.
ellauri144.html on line 110: I'm ruled by pussy. I yearn for it, can't believe my luck at some of the glorious muff that comes my ugly, long-nosed way but I treat it badly. I guess only my mother's would really do. Mikä surkeus laskeutuukaan minuun kun viimeinen tippa nytkähtää räpylään.
ellauri145.html on line 553: In other words: that guy was an overbearing ass, a misanthrope at best and a narcissist of the worst kind. I guess he appeals to men about as much as Hemmingway. That would be very, very little. In The Gay Science, he notes how monstrous it is that young women are brought up told that sex is shameful and sinful. Koska se oli säälittävä mursuwiixinen luuseri joka ei päässyt viivalle, vaivoin ulettui vetämään wiixeen edes izeään. Lou Salomekin bylsi mieluummin Rane Rilkeä. Ei wiixet kutittaneet niin ilkeästi.
ellauri146.html on line 690: Indeed, Poe seems much more the Southerner than the Yankee American, and it is not hard to guess which path he would have chosen had he lived into the 1860’s. One may be very sure that Edgar Poe, though born, almost by accident, in Boston, would have proved one of the Confederacy’s most eloquent and committed partisans. In reviewing the various factors which we may believe shaped Poe’s youthful mind, we would expect to find in Poe, and in re-examining his opinions we do find, a cosmopolitan rather than a parochial outlook. And yet, at the same time, we know Poe was serious when he proclaimed, “I am a Virginian!” We may be justified in looking upon the general influences of his formative years as contributing factors in the development of strong inclinations to Europe, Britain and the American South, rather than to the American Union.
ellauri150.html on line 770: Recently Kevin Jonas claimed that sex is not worth the wait. I guess that is their real message to young people.
ellauri152.html on line 593: The story ends with the townspeople of Bechev wondering about Anshel’s disappearance and why he divorced Badass so suddenly, but none of them guess the truth. Badass is heartbroken but eventually recovers enough to marry Avigdor, though she cries even at their wedding. They name their first child Anshel.
ellauri155.html on line 880: Santayana is mostly known for aphorisms, such as "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", "Only the dead have seen the end of war", and the definition of beauty as "pleasure objectified". Although an atheist, he treasured the Spanish Catholic values, practices, and worldview in which he was raised.] Santayana was a broad-ranging cultural critic spanning many disciplines. He was profoundly influenced by Spinoza´s life and thought; and, in many respects, was another Spinoza. Was he too a jew? I guess not. His father was a minor intellectual. His mother married a Bostonian merchant Sturgis who died. In Madrid, he married the Santayana guy. In 1869, Josefina Borrás de Santayana returned to Boston with her three Sturgis children, because she had promised her first husband to raise the children in the US. She left the six-year-old Jorge with his father in Spain. Jorge and his father followed her to Boston in 1872. His father, finding neither Boston nor his wife´s attitude to his liking, soon returned alone to Ávila, and remained there the rest of his life as a minor intellectual.
ellauri156.html on line 143: In Mojo magazine in October 2008, McCartney acknowledged that the style of the song is a pastiche, saying: "I was basically spoofing the folksinger." Lennon attributed the song to McCartney, saying: "Couldn't you guess? Would I have gone to all that trouble about Gideon's Bible and all that stuff?"
ellauri156.html on line 412: I should also add that Joab is already being drawn into the conspiracy. Joab obeys David's command to send Uriah, and my guess is that Joab knows something is up. He may even have heard about David's liaison with Bathsheba. When he sends Uriah to Jerusalem, he has to give him some mission, some task to perform. Joab and Uriah may have sensed that this was no “mission impossible” (as you would give a mighty warrior), but that is a “mission incredible.” In any case, the web of deceit and deception is already being woven, and more people are being drawn into the conspiracy. Wow, this is prime material for a soap opera. Maybe there already is one, must check. OF COURSE there is:
ellauri156.html on line 463: However, in giving Bathsheba a more active role, Adele Reinhartz found that "it reflects tensions and questions about gender identity in America in the aftermath of World War II, when women had entered the work force in large numbers and experienced a greater degree of independence and economic self-sufficiency. ...[Bathsheba] is not satisfied in the role of neglected wife and decides for herself what to do about it." Susan Wayward was later quoted as having asked why the film was not called Bathsheba and David. I guess it has something to do with the fact that Dog is called Dog in the bible instead of Bitch.
ellauri156.html on line 810: Note that this last part is full of Saulus quotes. Whenever evangelists are about to finish they pepper their talk with these Saulus quotes. I guess it is because Saulus' job was so close to their own: first scare the suckers and then sugar the medicine.
ellauri159.html on line 989: Note: I referenced the type descriptions at the Center for Applications of Psychological Type. Author types are based on research and educated guesses. No one can type a person with 100% accuracy except a professional or the person him/herself. If even they.
ellauri159.html on line 1254: You generally enjoy brainstorming but may not feel motivated to write until you feel the pressure of a deadline. To avoid a time crunch at the end of the project, set milestones along the way. Make your best guess of how long each step should take, then double it. Schedule enough time to take breaks so you can consider new possibilities. To stay energized, try working in a variety of settings.
ellauri161.html on line 701: No idea what they were trying to do here. Couldn't even get through it. Basically had the plot of Armageddon but wasn't a spoof, guess they were going for a comedy but it wasn't funny at all. Just very Hollywood and very odd. Don't waste your time.
ellauri180.html on line 440: Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how Porfyrian rakkaus, eipä arvannut,
ellauri183.html on line 110: Toisin sanoen: vapaa tahto on kyberneettinen versio determinismistä, siis Ilkka Niiniluodon suotta pilkkaama Ahmavaaran korkkiruuvi! "That's how an inventive god earns his living. I can't outguess my characters all the time, although I know I try. But when I get a character to surprise me, then I know I'm cooking with gas."
ellauri183.html on line 268: What the hell was that? Awful on almost every level. Unless post apocalyptic dystopian tales of bestiality float your boat. I'm guessing there was an allegorical message in there somewhere. Not for me. (less)
ellauri189.html on line 809: I should note that if some of the Pashtun tribes are descendants of Bene Israel and others aren’t, and the Pashtuns mixed within themselves, that would exclude Pashtuns from category 2. Yet, as far as I know, mixing even between tribes is rare (or at least was rare until recently). So I guess that if you are a Pashtun and the elders of your tribe say you are Bene Israel and that your tribe’s ancestors didn’t mix with tribes that aren’t Bene Israel, then you are Israeli. Otherwise, there might be some doubts in case some tribes (those that don’t have this tradition) weren’t original Pashtuns but adopted the Pashtuns’ culture at some point in history.
ellauri192.html on line 273: There are great, canonic names on the Nobel list, choices on which common sense and passionate alertness concur. I have mentioned Yeats. We find Anatole France, Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Andre Gide, T. S. Eliot, Pasternak, Faulkner, Hemingway, Seferis, Montale, Beckett and Solzhenitsyn (the last, I would guess, a titan among men even more, perhaps, than among writers; what I mean by this is he was tall but not much of a novelist). But place the two lists next to each other, and the cardinal truth springs to view: during these past 83 years, the award of the Nobel Prize in Literature has scored more misses than hits. With eminent exceptions, it is the uncrowned who are sovereign.
ellauri198.html on line 371: And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh väärään näyttää puoliojo heppi,
ellauri214.html on line 108: Rowling became popular because she got lucky. Her work is more accessible than the works of people mentioned above. She set out to write light-hearted children's books, which allowed her works to avoid some of the more serious scrutiny from literature critics. And I guess because people don't read nearly as much as they used to. When you never had a good burger, you'd think Big Mac is the best thing in the world.
ellauri217.html on line 69: Central to the plot are the futuwwat (strongmen) who control the alley and exact protection money from the people. The successive heroes overthrow the strongmen of their time, but in the next generation new strongmen spring up and things are as bad as ever. Arafat tries to use his knowledge of explosives to destroy the strongmen, but his attempts to discover Gabalawi's secrets leads to the death of the old man (though he does not directly kill him). The Chief Strongman guesses the truth and blackmails Arafat into helping him to become the dictator of the whole Alley. The book ends, after the murder of Arafat, with his friend searching in a rubbish tip for the book in which Arafat wrote his secrets. The people say "Oppression must cease as night yields to day. We shall see the end of tyranny and the dawn of miracles." Haha, night follows day as surely as the other way round, and night wins out in the end. Valot sammuu, haju jää.
ellauri221.html on line 296: Goodhead is a scientist and astronaut working undercover for the CIA on Sir Hugo Drax´s Moonraker 5 space shuttle, to gather intelligence on Drax´s plan to exterminate the human race. Bond is also working undercover in Drax´s organization, for the British Secret Intelligence Service, and he gets good head from Jolly, until she introduces him to a centrifugal force chamber, where astronauts get to grips with Gräfenberg spot sucking, and invites him to have a try. Without her knowledge, however, Drax´s henchman, Charlie Chan, tampers with the sucking machine´s controls to send it into overdrive; by the time Goodhead comes, Bond has nearly been killed. Bond later meets Goodhead in her hotel room and is able to guess her identity when he sees standard CIA underwear and dildo gadgetry there. Bond and Goodhead are at first reluctant to bonk together, fighting who is to be on top, but they are working well enough as a 2-person team by the end of the film.
ellauri222.html on line 163: Bellow must have guessed that “Augie March” would distress some of his admirers. It did. He showed a hundred pages of the manuscript to Lionel Trilling. “It’s very curious, it’s very interesting,” Trilling told him, “but somehow it’s wrong.” When the book came out, Trilling wrote a positive notice in the newsletter of the book club he directed but registered concern about a dangerous notion he detected in the novel, the notion that one could have a meaningful life independent of one’s social function. Bellow wrote to Trilling to say (disingenuously) that he had written the novel without much of a moral purpose in mind. Trilling wrote back. “You mustn’t ignore the doctrinal intention of your book,” he said.
ellauri222.html on line 193: And it got even better. Jack Ludwig reviewed the novel. He informed readers of Holiday that “the book is a major breakthrough.” By no means should it be read as autobiography—“as if an artist with Bellow’s enormous gifts were simply playing at second-guessing reality, settling scores.” No, in this book, Ludwig wrote, “Bellow is after something greater.” The greater something turns out to be “man’s contradiction, his absurdity, his alienation,” and so on. It was pretty chutzpadik, as even Bellow had to admit. But by then he was laughing all the way to the bank.
ellauri222.html on line 799: Stylistically, Bellow's fiction reflects some of the same tensions that his protagonists seek to balance. His concern with social and personal destruction has been traced to the common run of European writers such as Flaubert, Dostoevsky, Kafka, Sartre, and Camus. But Bellow's fiction also has many ties to the American literary tradition. His neotranscendentalism (what? Emersonian tomfoolery I guess), his identification with America, and the loose form of his most acclaimed novels link him most obviously to Emerson and Whitman.
ellauri236.html on line 451: Miss Blandish watched him come across the room. She saw his new confidence and she guessed what it was to mean to her.
ellauri236.html on line 485: Captain Charles Brennan, City Police, a fat, red-faced man with blue hard eyes and sandy-colored hair, greying at the temples, reached across his desk to shake dicks with Fenner. Why do these policemen always have the same look and feel? I guess its natural selection. Chase has an unerring touch of the hackneyed and obvious.
ellauri241.html on line 875: But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Mutta palsamoidussa pimeydessä arvaa jokaisen makeisen
ellauri244.html on line 573: "Oh, some fun-flying, I guess. A dive and pullup to a slow roll with a rolling loop off the top. Just messing around. If you really want to do it well it takes a bit of practice, but it's a nice-looking thing, don't you think?"
ellauri257.html on line 573: Lodge had endorsed a clairvoyant medium known as "Annie Brittain". However, she made entirely incorrect guesses about a policeman who was disguised as a farmer. She was arrested and convicted for fraudulent fortune telling.
ellauri266.html on line 62: It’s thought that one of the reasons for humans becoming upright was to see further across the savannah. I wonder if standing to pee could be useful in spotting predators, and if squatting might make us more vulnerable. “I guess if I stand up while I pee I’ve got more of a chance of spotting a sabre-toothed cat running towards me, or someone from a different community who might wish me harm,” Garrod concedes. Again, sounds nice but no evidence. But it is testable, using a set of very rapid gepards. “It might be a nice addendum to my evolutionary journey but it hasn’t driven my evolution as a species.” For men with lower urinary tract symptoms and to limit the bacterial flora on their wives' toothbrush the sitting voiding position is preferable. But wuss.
ellauri269.html on line 307: Which WoW race are you? I guess they are all sorta humanoid from the belt down. And that's what counts.
ellauri302.html on line 428: Fie! You're out of your head altogether. True, a misfortune has befallen you. May Heaven watch over aU of us. Well? What? Misfortunes happen to plenty of folks. The Lord sends aid and things turn out all right. The important point is to keep your mouth shut. Hear nothing. See nothing. Just wash your hands clean of it and forget it. (To Reizel.) Be careful what you say. Don't let it travel any further, God forbid. Do you hear? (Turns to Yekel, who is staring vacantly into space.) I had a talk with... (Looks around to see whether Reizel is still present. Seeing her, he stops. After a pause he begins anew, more softly, looking at Reizel as a hint for her to leave.) With er, er... (Casts a significant glance at Reizel, who at last understands, and leaves.) I had a talk with the groom's father. I spoke to him between the afternoon and evening prayers, at the synagogue. He's almost ready to talk business. Of course I gave him to understand that the bride doesn't boast a very high pedigree, but I guess another hundred roubles will fix that up, all right. Nowadays, pedigrees don't count as much as they used to. With God's help I'll surely be here this Sabbath, with the groom's father. We'll go down to the Dayon and have him examine the young man in his religious studies... But nobody must get wind of this tale. It might spoil everything. The father comes of a fine family and the son carries a smart head on his shoulders. There, there. Calm yourself. Trust in the Lord and everything will turn out for the best. With God's help I am going home to prepare for the morning prayer. And as soon as the girl returns, notify me. Remember, now. (About to go.)
ellauri309.html on line 767: Im Smoking sah ihr Bruder Josh wirklich phantastisch aus! Altmodisch und romantisch. Die schwungvolle Musik lockte Tänzer zum Paaren. Auch Nicht -Alkoholisches wurde serviert. Lauras Verpflichtung als eine Templeton war es, mit alten Ziegen zu tanzen und plaudern. Sie duftete wie eine Frau. Ein Teil ihres Vaters (guess which) hoffte das sie noch schön brav auf Knien vor ihm wäre. Alle Lauras Freunde werden da sein, wenn dasselbe mit diesem Ridgeway nicht klappt.
ellauri321.html on line 172: How does it concern the welfare of the country, or of the province at large, what this man's religious sentiments are, or really whether he has any at all? He is a good farmer, he is a sober, peaceable, good citizen: G.W. Bush himself would not wish for more. This is the visible character, the invisible one is only guessed at, and is nobody's business, whether Cristian, Jew or Muslim.
ellauri336.html on line 392: It SHOULD be the responsibility of adult males to BE able to control themselves but alas it seems popular in Jewish Life to make excuses pertaining to their weaknesses and inability to control themselves. I guess it shows it angers me. There are such double standards it causes me growl moments 😔
ellauri336.html on line 421: I hear you. It certainly feels that way no matter how often we are told it is not. I guess a lot of anger and confusion grew in me from being that 9 year old girl reading the line ‘ thank G_d we were born men not women’ in a prayer book. I have never forgotten it 🙁
ellauri350.html on line 113: Koko ajatus myydä izeään julkisesti netissä eniten tarjoavalle on huorahtava. Mutta sitähän kaupankäynti on, huoraamista. Yhden yön juttuja, I guess. Sotketaan parittelukumppalin hakuun halpaa kaupustelua, se on syyläinen talousliberaali idea. All good things have a number, isoäidillä on hintalappu niskassa. Mummi on punalaputettu tuote, past best before date. Helppohintaiset, iloiset, innokkaat ja intohimoiset ihmiset ovat deittimarkkinoilla hyvässä kurssissa. Hiljaiset ja halukkaat, ketterät ja kurvikkaat, sellaiset me haluaisimme.
ellauri350.html on line 134: Internetin lyhenne ”ig” tarkoittaa ilmausta ”kai”, I guess, tai lyhennettä Instagramista. Molemmat käyttötavat ovat yhtä suosittuja. Lukijan on määritettävä merkitys keskustelun kontekstista. ”IG” -synonyymiluettelo: En ennakoi oletan I uskoa ajattelen arvioin odotan rakastan kerään kuvittelen oletan luulen tunnen oletan oletan epäilen ymmärrän. Ajattelen naintia siis olen. Lähde.
ellauri353.html on line 293: I don't remember just what it was that Milton was doing. But I'll never forget my nephew's pronouncement that. Whatever it was. It was women's work. And somehow it was beneath the man's dignity to do it now and sat him down and gave him a lecture about the working man's work. But I don't think he ever forgot that lecture. Summarized the way we had led we've lived got a life. Ever since during the first year of our married life I guess I could have qualified as a feminist. I had a career in the marketplace. My husband did part of the house. A year later I have never received an offer of a one year appointment at the University of Wisconsin. I got a New York but it was not exciting. I hadn't finished it. And yet it never occurred to me. Or to him that I would stay on and finish my job and we would commute.
ellauri365.html on line 588: The literary career of Verner von Heidenstam (1859-1940) had practically come to an end in 1916 when he awarded himself The Nobel Prize. That I guess answers the question why.
ellauri382.html on line 517: We try to guess at what is normal (but fail).
ellauri384.html on line 212: I guess it is because they are afraid of dying and jealous to others who seem to do better than they do themselves, for no good reason. Heaven and hell allow them to both avoid death and to get even.
ellauri386.html on line 428: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
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ellauri392.html on line 750: it has been shown in literature, art and film, elegantly and majestically but very often by the latent thematic structure and by the strong psychological portraits of their characters. (The American film industry is mainly run by - guess who.) Jewish authors always have in their heads the immense and sacred goal: glorifying the history, the roots and customs of the Jewish people, and specifically the permanent expression of Jewish self-compassion.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 247: A few weeks later pictures emerged of the famous CEO and his girlfriend cavorting in Japan. I guess even alleged 16 hour a day, 7 days a week workaholics take vacations…
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 320: If you haven’t guessed it yet, this is Jeff Bezos (owner of Amazon) in 1999 - and, no, this is not the start of Amazon. In 1999, Amazon was already worth billion(s) of dollars, and yet this man is sitting in a not-so-fancy office, doing what people won’t do so he could be able to do what people MUSTN’T do. Like fuck up the life of everybody else.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 459: If there are profitable jobs to be created and employers don’t have the money to start it off they could take out a loan and pay it off with the profit. There simply is no situation left where lowering the rich’s taxes would create jobs. But we don’t have to rely on this argument, we can look at the many times where this was tried and, guess what: lowering the rich’s taxes has never created more jobs.
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 857: This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing Siinäpä mä sitten istuin, kuumeni pää, naris istuin,
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 212: Seriously folks, we have people questioning whether it’s appropriate for white people to eat pad Thai. (Oh, I read that bit already, Sorry. Ok I was here:) Turnabout, then: I guess that means that as a native of North Carolina, I can ban the Thais from eating barbecue. (I bet they’d swap.) (What? Swap what? Barbecue is really icky gooey meaty stuff, only North Carolinans can like that.)
xxx/ellauri120.html on line 359: "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo." I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30 Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du? "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; "They called me the hyacinth girl." - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40 Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Öd’ und leer das Meer.
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 759: A: Most Europeans would know that the US has some 300 to 350 million people, yes. They would probably guess closer to 300 million, because that’s what many of them would remember from school.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 579: Such rules have extended validity and therefore live right between normal guidelines and the base layer of principles. I guess we could call them ‘cardinal rules.’ As you can imagine, they’re hard to come by.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 766: Drummer Lori Barbero recalled Love's time in Minneapolis: She lived in my house for a little while. And then we did a concert at the Orpheum. It was in 1988. It was called O-88 with Butthole Surfers, Cows & Bastards, Run Westy Run, and Babes in Toyland. And I guess Maureen [Herman] took Courtney to the airport after she stole all the money. She stayed and stayed, and then the next day she wanted me to take her to the airport. And so I drove her to the airport. She had just had some weird fight with the guy at the desk, and then she left. She said, 'I'm going to go to L.A. and I'm going to get my face done and I'm going to be famous.' And then she did."
xxx/ellauri129.html on line 736: Peter Nygårds vänner tex Aira Samulin känner sig lite obekväma om Peters svarta sida. Peter Nygårds aptit på unga kvinnor var bottenlös. Peter Nygård var en skitstövel, säger en ex-anställd. Men nu avslöjer HBL Peters gula sida! Peter Nygård ser ut som en av de kinesiska hjältarna i Marvels nya film. Peter Nygård i sina jetset-millionär-modekungadagar såg ut precis som Ronny Chieng med Akwafina, spelandes Jon-Jon i Marvel´s fantasifilm Tio ringar. Peter sku säkert ha betalt Awkwafinas tandläkarräkningar. Jag med! After Hours, Awkwafina Gets Naked And Watches ASMR Videos. But she has not leaked them as yet, aw shucks. (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR) is a pleasurable, tingling sensation usually felt in the brain, but can spread to the rest of the body. It frequently occurs when watching things such as demonstrations, foreign accents, explanations, naked Asian ladies, etc., and it´s a generally wonderful feeling. I´ve experienced ASMR all my life, but never knew it had a name until now, so hooray I guess!)
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 134: More recently: Israel is the world's nastiest terrorist state since Nazi Germany, (apart from the USA actions in My Lai, Vietnam, when US soldiers massacred 500 unarmed villagers). USA always supports the Israeli atrocities, it even gives the Israelis the aircraft and other weapons for killing Palestinians. Now the USA is blocking UN from criticising Israel. UK politicians and media usually support Israel. Ironic, isn't it? I guess it's usually the guys that feel they're losing that are the most atrocious.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 107: The missing text at the beginning of line two is generally attributed to a printing error, since in the earliest version of the sonnet the second line begins with a repetition of the last three words of the previous lines, commonly called an eye-skip error, which breaks the iambic pentameter. Shakespeare's intention for the line is a subject of debate among scholars, with most modern scholars accepting the emendation, "feeding", based on internal evidence. Other guesses include "Thrall to", "Fool'd by", "Hemm'd by", "Foil'd by", "Fenced by", "Flatt'ring", "Spoiled by", "Lord of", and "Pressed by". Unfortunately, none of the "guesses" seem to work. "Feeding," for example, tends to "explain the joke," and does not let the poem build to the implication that the soul itself is culpable in man's struggle for spirit over the corporal self. Perhaps a better foot would be "disrobe." Musta paras on Lord of.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 330: For some, that could be psychological, or relational, but since you’re over 60, I’m going to guess that it’s physiological. I'd say you haven't got a prayer Bud.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 703: From the name "count Olaf" I can guess that Fatso does not fancy Swedes. He may be worried that he'll have to split his Nobel with another heavyweight like Fats Domino or Canned Heat. Se joka nauraa koviten nauraa parhaiten.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 248: Nobody has to guess Ei tarvi tietää kenkään
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 827: I guess life’s just a bitch
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 676: a rumour of a harbour guessed by faith. Kokka kohti huhuttua satamaa ihan uskon varassa.
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 495: Mannen som anklagas för att ha kissat på Linda Torellos grav valde att inte kommentera ärendet när New York Post kontaktade honom. Hmm. No comments at this time I guess.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 378: Ultimately Bloom cannot change into anything other than who he has always been—masterful and monstrous. He seems to sense he has moved out of favor in many circles but chooses not to dwell upon why. Instead, he continues as he always has: writing and teaching his handpicked “elite” students at Yale—part of the unique arrangement he has made with the university. He has led a long, cloistered, and entitled life. The aloneness he described as a child seems to have shrouded his adult life as well. I wonder if he questions this aloneness in his darkest moments. I would guess that he does not dwell too deeply upon it, perhaps afraid of answers he doesn’t wish to confront.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 446: The year was 1945. Prostitution in America is a respectable business. The sisters weren’t talented and weren’t educated or good looking, but they certainly were not lacking in entrepreneurship. With few available choices, the Venezuela’s set up their business. "Rancho El Ángel" was a bordello featuring as the main dish, you guessed it, the four sisters. An attached bar serving hot mineral oil with ball bearings in it was added to increase the allure.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 483: I guess your parents probably don’t judge you and are glad to have some help at home - washing the toilet and taking out the garbage and such. They probably worry much more when you don't. One little piece of advice anyway: I do suspect that to cultivate self-discipline is a good start. Not to pamper yourself, you stupid lout. And don't forget to take the garbage with you as you go.
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 249: picking through The debris for hindsight. Relentless second guessing. Repeated
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