ellauri051.html on line 358: The tendency in savages to imagine that natural objects and agencies are animated by spiritual or living essences, is perhaps illustrated by a little fact which I once noticed: my dog, a full grown and very sensible animal, was lying on the lawn during a hot and still day; but at a little distance a slight breeze occasionally moved an open parasol, which would have been wholly disregarded by the dog, had any one stood near it. As it was, every time that the parasol slightly moved, the dog growled fiercely and barked. He must, I think, have reasoned to himself in a rapid and unconscious manner, that movement without any apparent cause indicated the presence of some strange living agent, and no stranger had a right to be on his territory. (Darwin)
ellauri203.html on line 324: A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn, Spuge nukkuu viimeistä unta ent. nurmikolla,
ellauri241.html on line 84: From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, ja jarrutuksista, ja lehmän lipsahtamat nurmikot,
ellauri297.html on line 48: Founder, Ammi Ruhama Community Christian Union. Living History Interpretor. Baker. Milford Baby and Toddler Group Organizer. Bada Bing Pizza Chef. Sunnymead Residential Home Kitchen Assistant. Be Life Cafe and Marketplace Operations Personnel. Summit Christian Academy Steward. I vacuum the hallways, library, music room and preschool room. I clean the bathrooms and mop the gym/cafeteria floor. I also maintain the general premises. Dan the Handy Man. Do you need handy work done around your house, but don't want to have to call in the big guys with the big price? My name is Daniel Bacon and I am an experienced handy man living right here in Clarks Summit. If you need your lawn cut, bushes trimmed, garden weeded, fence painted / stained or just about any other job done, then call me at 570-585-9595 or email me at contactdanielbacon@gmail.com and we'll set up a time for me to come and see if I am the right man for the job. Wait! let me…Show more... (Ouch!) I emptied the front cash register as well as filling in as a sandwich maker. I created schedules and activities for the campers and staff to participate in. I also led worship during the evenings. Student janitor.
ellauri324.html on line 49: They're gonna landscape my lawn this Christmas
ellauri375.html on line 286: Sounds like more beating about the bush. I don't thing you got a clue. You are not very deep, sorry to say. I have had a better conversation with a coffee machine. You're as useless as a screen door on a submarine! You're about as much fun as a sandpaper toilet roll! You're as welcome as a skunk at a lawn party! You've got a face like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle! You're as sharp as a bowling ball! You're about as subtle as a chainsaw in a library!
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1045: Many a true word is spoken in jest, especially about the kinship between eros and thanatos. FUCK! KILL! Puuttuu enää EAT! The two closest glimpses Humbert gives us of his own self-hatred are not without their death wish—made explicit in the closing paragraphs—and their excremental aspects: "I am lanky, big-boned, wooly-chested Humbert Humbert, with thick black eyebrows and a queer accent, and a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile." Two hundred pages later: "The turquoise blue swimming pool some distance behind the lawn was no longer behind that lawn, but within my thorax, and my organs swam in it like excrements in the blue sea water in Nice." And then there's the offhand aside "Since (as the psychotherapist, as well as the rapist, will tell you) the limits and rules of such girlish games are fluid …" in which it takes a moment to notice that "therapist" and "the rapist" are in direct apposition.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1265: If I paid someone to do my lawn, and they then told me they will do so only because they are forced to, then I would tell them to either do the job or give me my money back.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 60: However, Kilmer's eldest son, Kenton, declares that the poem does not apply to any one tree—that it could apply equally to any. "Trees" was written in an upstairs bedroom at the family's home in Mahwah, New Jersey, that "looked out down a hill, on our well-wooded lawn". Kenton Kilmer stated that while his father was "widely known for his affection for trees, his affection was certainly not sentimental—the most distinguished feature of Kilmer's property was a colossal woodpile outside his home". The house stood in the middle of a forest and what lawn it possessed was obtained only after Kilmer had spent months of weekend toil in chopping down trees, pulling up stumps, and splitting logs. Kilmer's neighbors had difficulty in believing that a man who could do that could also be a poet.
xxx/ellauri129.html on line 675: Henry Jones (2 November 1831 – 10 February 1899) was an English writer under the name "Cavendish", an authority on whist and other card games, tennis and other lawn games. Aivan vitun iso hipsterparta muttei wiixiä. Haavuri "Dervishi" Jonesin poikia. Loppupeleissä Henryllä meni aika heikosti.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 388: In 2008 when Putin attacked Georgia, George Bush and Condoleezza Rice came out onto the Whitehouse lawn and said, "We will help Georgia, we will back them up." And what happened? We got a ceasefire agreement in 5 days. In 2014 when Putin attacked Crimea, Obama was pivoting towards Asia and it wasn’t about Russia; and, Obama said we weren't going to intervene in Crimea. But of course in this case he got it wrong, he was just a dumb coon and a democrat to boot. The message that Putin got was completely the opposite that's why he attacked the Donbas because he thought that the reaction of the EU and US would be the same. He is almost as dumb as me, and I'm an ass in shorts."
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 300: To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. Kohtaamaan aurinkoa ylänkön nurmikolla.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 315: Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; Hän ei ollut nurmikolla eikä metsässä;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2993: ⁠Leaves lowland and lawn
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 596: Status objects. An essay by Tom Wolfe (Bonfire of the Vanities) put this in my head some years ago. A certain kind of person wants to wear shirts that have little alligators on them and another totally different type of person perhaps wants to have a statue of a black jockey on his lawn…or a pink flamingo. My late loving mother, a paragon of taste, once moved into our guest house and put painted plywood cutouts of the backviews of two people, bending over as if planting something in the yard. Naturally, butt cracks were visible because they were the whole point of this architectural and horticultural display. Since my house then was a mansion and a national historic site, I suggested that my mother take her plywood cutouts off the front lawn and put them in her backyard where nobody could see her butt. (I am a long time out of Alabama.)
xxx/ellauri357.html on line 509: Shelleyn pahasti hajonnut ruumis huuhtoutui maihin Viareggiossa kymmenen päivää myöhemmin, ja Trelawny tunnisti sen vaatteista ja kopiosta Keatsin Lamiasta takin taskussa. Elokuun 16. päivänä hänen ruumiinsa polttohaudattiin rannalla lähellä Viareggioa ja tuhkat haudattiin Rooman protestanttiselle hautausmaalle. Päivä sen jälkeen, kun uutiset hänen kuolemastaan ​​saapuivat Englantiin, Tory Lontoon sanomalehti The Courier painoi: "Shelley, joidenkin uskottomien runojen kirjoittaja, on hukkunut; nyt hän tietää, onko Jumalaa vai ei. Vai onko se ehkä suuri kana."
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