If you’re the type who vacations for the sleep, this is your destination. There’s so little to do here that you can sleep for days without feeling guilty or missing anything. 

If we were comparing European countries to jobs, the land of chocolate and snowsports would be the CPA. It’s xenophobic, well-educated and wealthy, just kind of boring. And the cleanliness and tidiness the country is known for can also make it feel a little sterile. Where are the roaches?

Besides its global contributions to those little things called prosperity, equality, science and technology, and health,
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 695: Incredible and affordable health care, housing and transit, jobs are plentiful, education is accessible, pollution and crime barely exist, and people spend very little time feeling sad and depressed about the future, unlike the rest of the world. Who cares about climate? It can only get better here as it gets warmer.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 774: Balch converted from Unitarianism and became a Quaker in 1921. She stated, "Religion seems to me one of the most interesting things in life, one of the most puzzling, richest and thrilling fields of human thought and speculation... religious experience and thought need also a light a day and sunshine and a companionable sharing with others of which it seems to me there is generally too little... The Quaker worship at its best seems to me give opportunities for this sort of sharing without profanation."
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 190: Now, I am a little at a loss to explain what’s so insulting about a sombrero – a practical piece of headgear for a hot climate that keeps out the sun with a wide brim. And what's so insulting about shackles - a practical way to keep a cotton worker focused on his work. My parents went to Mexico when I was small, and brought a sombrero back from their travels, the better for my brothers and I to unashamedly appropriate the souvenir to play dress-up. For my part, as a German-American on both sides, I’m more than happy for anyone who doesn’t share my genetic pedigree to don a Tyrolean hat, pull on some leiderhosen, pour themselves a weisbier, and belt out the Hoffbrauhaus Song. (Leiderhosen? weisbier? Damn what ignoramus. But she is American, remember. Donald Trump is an expatriate German too. Hitler was an expatriate Austrian. Bet he had a Tirolean hat, a green one like aunt Inkeri.)
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 206: But this latest and little absurd no-no is part of a larger climate of super-sensitivity, giving rise to proliferating prohibitions supposedly in the interest of social justice that constrain fiction writers and prospectively makes our work impossible.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 229: I’m hoping that crime writers, for example, don’t all have personal experience of committing murder. Me, I’ve depicted a high school killing spree, and I hate to break it to you: I’ve never shot fatal arrows through seven kids, a teacher, and a cafeteria worker, either. We make things up, we chance our arms, sometimes we do a little research, but in the end it’s still about what we can get away with – what we can put over on our readers. And it is surprisingly easy, you wouldnt believe what the idiots are ready to swallow, especially if it agrees with their own prejudice.
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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. …

Trujillo is tormented by both his incontinence and impotence. Trujillo sexually assaulted Urania. Mix just Urania? Veikkaan et tää on viittaus Löysän homofiliaan. He is unable to achieve an erection with Urania and, in frustration, rapes her with his bare hands. This event is the core of Urania's shame and hatred towards her own father. In addition, it's the cause of Trujillo's repeated anger over the "anemic little bitch" who witnessed his impotence and emotion, as well as the reason he's en route to "sleep" with another girl on the night of his assassination.

xxx/ellauri149.html on line 400: here; has little to no bearing whatsoever on the plot; is WAY over the top in terms of ridiculousness, even within the context of the movie; and after it happens, no one ever speaks of it again."
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 467: You can even see Christ cracking up a little when Simon starts singing in his face. Corpsing?
xxx/ellauri154.html on line 93: Besides a white rabbit, Aurore greatly admired General Murat (especially when he wore his uniform) and was quite convinced he was a fairy prince. Her mother made her a uniform too, not like the general´s, of course, but an exact copy of her father´s. It consisted of a white cashmere vest with sleeves fastened by gold buttons, over which was a loose pelisse, trimmed with black fur, while the breeches were of yellow cashmere embroidered with gold. The boots of red morocco had spurs attached; at her side hung a sabre and round her waist was a sash of crimson silk cords. In this guise Aurore was presented by Murat to his friends, but though she was intensely proud of her uniform, the little aide-de-camp found the fur and the gold very hot and heavy, and was always thankful to change it for the black silk dress and black mantilla worn by Spanish children. One does not know in which costume she must have looked most strange. I would vote for the Scrooge McDuck style high hat.
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 109: Vähän siedettävämpi perätarjonta on tämä William Ettyn yritys samasta aiheesta. William Etty (1787–1849), the seventh son of a York baker and miller, had originally been an apprentice printer in Hull, but on completing his seven-year apprenticeship at the age of 18 moved to London to become an artist. Strongly influenced by the works of Titian and Rubens, he submitted a number of paintings to the Royal Academy of Arts and the British Institution, all of which were either rejected outright or drew little attention when exhibited. In 1821 he finally achieved recognition when the Royal Academy accepted and exhibited one of his works, The Arrival of Cleopatra in Cilicia (also known as The Triumph of Cleopatra). Cleopatra was extremely well received, and many of Etty's fellow artists greatly admired him. He was elected a full Royal Academician in 1828, beating John Constable to the position. Jordaens and Etty both contrasted Nyssia's pale flesh against dark red drapery and showed her in a similar pose. Jordaens's painting has hung in Sweden since the 17th century, and it is unlikely Etty was aware of it. Se tuskin löytyi googlaamalla.
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 220: The Baal Shem Tov taught that a superior advantage would accrue in Jewish service with incorporating materialism within spirituality. In Hasidic thought, this was possible because of the essential Divine inspiration within Hasidic expression. In its terminology, it takes a higher Divine source to unify lower expressions of the material and the spiritual. In relation to the Omnipresent Divine essence, the transcendent emanations described in historical Kabbalah are external. This corresponds to the Kabbalistic difference between the Or (Light) and the Maor (Luminary). Essential Divinity permeates all equally, from the common folk to the scholars. Well, perhaps a little fuzzy, but the main point is that everyone can participate in the fun.
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 228: It likewise reinterpreted the traditional Jewish notion of humility. To the Hasidic Masters, humility did not mean thinking little of oneself, a commendable quality that derives from an external origin (read: the false Messiah) in Jewish spirituality, but rather losing all sense of ego entirely (bittul-the negation of ego). Such losing one's head could only be achieved by beginning from the inside, through understanding and awareness of Divinity in Hasidic philosophy.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 49: They scar their bodies by making little cuts repetitively. Isn't it funny we invented all these creams, lasers and other treatments to get rid of our pubic hairs. One time I was resting in the shade of a sculptural tree and I was watching two men and a woman from a distance, they were just sitting in the grass, playing with some leaves and collecting some stones. I was trying to go back in my memory and imagine that same exact situation happening in our 'civilised' world - I couldn´t. In our civilized world the guys would've been all over her, stones hanging out and blades deep in her throat and twat.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 255: Oh little did my mother think

xxx/ellauri165.html on line 322: Greville did not inform Emma of his plan, but instead in 1785 suggested the trip as a prolonged holiday in Naples while he (Greville) was away in Scotland on business, not long after Emma's mother had suffered a stroke. Emma was thus sent to Naples, supposedly for six to eight months, little realising that she was going as the mistress of her host. Emma set off for Naples with her mother and Gavin Hamilton on 13 March 1786 overland in an old coach, and arrived in Naples on her 21st birthday on 26 April.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 436: Lyyra Häpykielen sammakkomaisen äidin nimi Philip Pullmanin kirjaan His Dark Materials perustuvassa Netflix-sarjassa His Masters Voice on Marisa. Sen lemmikki on toinen ikävänoloinen apina. The malevolent dæmon, represented by a golden sub-nosed monkey, is a cute-but-creepy little beast and is supposed to be male as all daemon’s are the opposite gender to their human. Awkwardly, the BBC realised some viewers may be perturbed to see the monkey’s genitals on their 60 inch HD TV, so Mrs Coulter’s Dæmon has had a subtle gender reassignment. Clitoris peeking out from the labia instead of erect middle figer is offensive in Russia, Ukraina and in the eastern half of the Swedish empire.
xxx/ellauri166.html on line 229: He laughs at the defiant ones, for between them and Him there is an infinite distance; He derides them by allowing the boundless stupidity of the infinitely little one to come to a climax and then He thrusts him down to the earth undeceived.
xxx/ellauri166.html on line 310: We are all international activists—the yeshivah student struggling for clarity in an abstruse Talmudic passage, the storeowner who refuses to sell faulty merchandise, the little girl joyfully lighting her candle before Shabbat, the hiker who reaches the top of her climb and breathlessly recites a blessing to the Creator for the magnificent view, the young father who has just now started wrapping tefillin every morning, the subway commuter who lent the guy next to him a shoulder to sleep upon, and the simple Jew who checks for a kosher symbol on the package before making a purchase. Our destiny is tied to the destiny of those books, that merchandise, that time of the week, that mountain, that morning rush, that neighbor and that train, and the food in that package. We cannot live without them, and their redemption cannot come without us. We are all sanitation workers.
xxx/ellauri166.html on line 500: Hall and his followers went to extreme lengths to keep any gossip or information that could tarnish his image from being publicized, and little is known about his first marriage, on 28 April 1930, to Fay B. deRavenne, then 28, who had been his secretary during the preceding five years. The marriage was not a happy one; his friends never discussed it, and Hall removed virtually all information about her from his papers following her suicide on 22 February 1941. Following a long friendship, on 5 December 1950, Hall married Marie Schweikert Bauer (following her divorce from George Bauer), and the marriage, though stormy, was happier than his first for Marie Schweikert Bauer Hall died April 21, 2005, 15 years after Manly.
xxx/ellauri167.html on line 472: I have heard much of the nefarious, and dangerous plan, and doctrines of the Illuminati, but never saw the Book until you were pleased to send it to me. The same causes which have prevented my acknowledging the receipt of your letter have prevented my reading the Book, hitherto; namely, the multiplicity of matters which pressed upon me before, and the debilitated state in which I was left after, a severe fever had been removed. And which allows me to add little more now, than thanks for your kind wishes and favourable sentiments, except to correct an error you have run into, of my Presiding over the English lodges in this Country. The fact is, I preside over none, nor have I been in one more than once or twice, within the last thirty years. I believe notwithstanding, that none of the Lodges in this Country are contaminated with the principles ascribed to the Society of the Illuminati. With respect I am &c.
xxx/ellauri167.html on line 500: Surely realizing that Snyder was probably a little nut, Washington wrote his “This will be my last post on this thread” letter to Snyder strongly hinting that he was a busy man. (Note: Washington was the richest man in the United States and the richest US President in history):
xxx/ellauri167.html on line 511: My occupations are such, that but little leisure is allowed me to read News Papers, or Books of any kind; the reading of letters, and preparing answers, absorb much of my time. With respect, etc.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 423: Richard*: Indeed not. As I said in my previous e-mail it is pertinent to realise that no scientist has been able to locate the self, by whatever name, despite all their brain-scans ... and I also said ‘from what is implied therein’ when referring to the ‘Time’ magazine’s article. Funny actually, it should not be hard to miss, like a homunculus, a little man resembling a mandragora root. Maybe they just havent looked hard enough.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 735: Okay, again I am simplifying a little because science is never anything but theory, there is no element of faith involved. Aristotle was a scientist, Plato wasn´t. Gnosis ei ollut edes pseudotiedettä vaan salatietoa. Tiede on kreikaksi episteme.
xxx/ellauri174.html on line 332: The name "manchineel" (sometimes spelled "manchioneel" or "manchineal"), as well as the specific epithet mancinella, is from Spanish manzanilla ("little apple"), from the superficial resemblance of its fruit and leaves to those of an apple tree. It is also known as the beach apple.
xxx/ellauri174.html on line 334: A present-day Spanish name is manzanilla de la muerte, "little apple of death". This refers to the fact that manchineel is one of the most toxic trees in the world: the tree has milky-white sap which contains numerous toxins and can cause blistering. The sap is present in every part of the tree: the bark, the leaves, and the fruit.
xxx/ellauri176.html on line 154: The novel was translated into English by Vizetelly & Co. in the 1880s as Abbé Mouret's Transgression, but this text must be considered faulty due to its many omissions and bowdlerisations, as well as its rendering of Zola's language in one of his most technically complex novels into a prolix and flat style of Victorian English bearing little resemblance to the original text. Two more faithful translations emerged in the 1950s and 1960s under the titles The Sinful Priest and The Sin of Father Mouret.
xxx/ellauri176.html on line 629: 23. Miten ruumiit on jo hajoamistilassa vaikka vielä tulee jälkijäristyxiä? Aikaa oli mennyt 8 päivää. In cold water adipocere can take as long as 12 to 18 months whereas in warm water it can form in as little as two months. Tietävätkö ihmiset että kuolevat? Kyllä tietävät. Toivoin etten olisi kazonut.
xxx/ellauri178.html on line 128: Iranilainen diplomaatti kuittas Rothin sattuvasti: sanctimonious little shit. Pilillä oli hyvin läheisiä homokavereita joille se esitti Straight Guy-imitaatioita. Uraniaani-isotooppi: virilisierter Mannling.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 69: Is this the little girl I carried?

xxx/ellauri179.html on line 70: Is this the little boy at play?

xxx/ellauri179.html on line 199: But if Hemingway’s conversions were sincere — and there is little reason to think they were not — then his “cod” is not based on the agnosticism of a disillusioned existentialist, but rather on the comprehensive, universal affirmation of Christianity.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 314: “I saw a moving sight the other morning before breakfast in a little hotel where I slept in the dusty fields. The young man of the house had shot a little wolf called coyote in the early morning. The heroic little animal lay on the ground, with his big furry ears, and his clean white teeth, and his jolly cheerful little body, but his brave little life was gone. It made me think how brave all these living things are. Here little coyote was, without any clothes or house or books or money or bonds or anything, with nothing but his own naked self to pay his way with, and risking his life so cheerfully – and losing it – just to see if he could pick up a meal near the hotel. He was doing his coyote-business like a hero, and you must do your boy-business, and I my man-business bravely, too, or else we won’t be worth as much as a little coyote.” (The Letters of William James to Henry James, Little, Brown and Co.: Boston 1926.)
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 675: While you may not be able to talk to your chickens like Dr. Dolittle, after reading this article you will be able to understand the meanings of their sounds.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 927: ’Er petticoat was yaller an’ ’er little cap was green, Muistan toki, sen pikkarit oli keltaset ja lippis vihreä,
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 939: She’d git ’er little banjo an’ she’d sing ‘Kulla-lo-lo!’ Se kaivoi esiin pikku banjonsa ja lauloi: Kullia-looloo!
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 992: Indeed, it could be a parlor game on the order of listing the famous alcoholics in American literature: Name the 20th-century authors who were anti-Semites — Theodore Dreiser; Hemingway; F. Scott Fitzgerald (a little); Sinclair Lewis; Ezra Pound, of course; T. S. Eliot; William Faulkner; Thomas Wolfe — the list goes on.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 189:

It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor. I like being poor.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 197:

You want to live but do you know how to live? Is life really any different from being dead? I felt little difference.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 809: Summa summarum, both objections are found to be lacking to the argument presented against the Quran. Serious reflection and study should be given concerning the trustworthiness of the Quranic text itself and the teachings espoused within the book. Clearly it is all a big lie (the Quran), and the Bible wins 6-0! Amen, let's pray. No, not you! roll up your little rug, take your dirty sandals and get your heathen ass outa here!
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 125: But no--if, for Freedman, Rilke is a slick little engine of self-advancement, he is also "thin-skinned," "fragile," "depressed," "thwarted," "troubled," "distraught," "schizophrenic," and "almost suicidal," and he suffered from "hysteria," "anxiety," and "insecurity." This poet seems so tightly shackled to his inner condition that we wonder how he found the freedom to make his art. Freedman himself only occasionally glances at Rilke's art, and then with considerable lack of charm, not to say comprehension ("Still addressing the woman's genitals in confrontation with the man's, Rilke weighed in with his most devastating critique of death's dialectic").
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 127: Freedman's Rilke is an almost wholly psychologized being. He has little existence outside his leaden states of mind. We rarely hear about the rich medley of artistic and intellectual influences on him--amazingly, Simmel's "The Adventurer" never comes up. This is an extreme approach to the telling of a poet's life, but Freedman has a method to his extremism. As in a rash of recent despoiling biographies--John Fuegi's life of Brecht, Michael Shelden's of Graham Greene, Ronald Hayman's of Thomas Mann, to name just three--the author shortly puts his cards on the table: in this case we are going to meet Rilke the anti-Semite, Rilke the secret homosexual, Rilke the sexist.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 72: Moreover, dark empanzees were a little higher in neuroticism, a type of negative thinking, but did not score higher on depression, anxiety or stress. Instead, their neuroticism may reflect sub-traits such as anger, hostility or self-doubt. Indeed, the dark empanzees reported judging themselves more harshly than those with dark triad personalities. So it seems they may have a conscience, perhaps even disliking their dark side. Alternatively, their negative emotions may be a response to their self-loathing.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 600: Well, first of all, everything can be exaggerated, so calm down a little, Karl Ragnar Gierow. But also there’s a tone here that doesn’t sit well with me. Certainly the literary world has a tendency to calcify—the people who have enough time to write books tend to be from the ­upper classes, so literature’s concerns and perspectives invariably get narrow without new blood. But those sidebar reassurances that working-class poets aren’t here to ravage and plunder seem nervous and uptight, and not really reassuring to boot. It seems to me that we want a little ravagement and plunder in our literary traditions. Why else would we welcome a stirring new voice, if it didn’t stir us up a little? And if it doesn’t stir us up, is it really a new voice, even if it comes from a place most of us haven’t visited? “To determine an author and his work against the background of his social origin and political environment is, at present, good form,” the speech continues, and that’s OK as far as it goes. But if you’re going to decide that two authors are tied for literary merit, surely we can find some criterion besides their socioeconomic origin stories.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 615: Views from a Tuft Of Grass—a little twee, but also charming. Definitely no other book has been called this. Let’s say seven.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 620: The Days of His Grace: Grandiose, shadowy, fraught. Representative passage: “She turned quickly to the other and met his eyes, feeling a sudden fear of unwillingness—as though he were peering at her through the crack in the door, or through a keyhole. He’s trying to get at me through my eyes, she thought.” As far as one can grasp, given a translation that feels a little stumbly, I give this tone a seven.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 822: Exhaustive investigations in Europe and North America have shown that the number of murders varies little whether there is a death penalty or not.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 244: But she breaks just like a little girl. Muze hajoaa kuin joku pikkulikka.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 255: But she breaks just like a little girl. Muze murenee kuin joku pikkulikka.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 273: But you break just like a little girl. Muzä säryt nyrkin alla kuin pikkulikka.
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 312: A little bit of rape is good for a man´s soul. Norman Mailer
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 287: -- Welcome to the class! I am your teacher, Karen. There will be a few questions in the assignment below to tell me a little about yourself.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 776: Meidän pikku piilossa In our little hideaway
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 1031: Johnny is a little boy with a big imagination. One day he pretends to be a big scary dinosaur, the next day he’s a knight in shining armor or a playful puppy. But when the internet people find out Johnny likes to make-believe, he’s forced to make a decision between the little boy he is and the things he pretends to be — and he’s not allowed to change his mind.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 1061: Writing in The Guardian, the political journalist Gaby Hinsliff described Strange Death as "gentrified xenophobia" and "Chapter after chapter circles around the same repetitive themes: migrants raping and murdering and terrorising; paeans to Christianity; long polemics about how Europe is too ´exhausted by history´ and colonial guilt to face another battle, and is thus letting itself be rolled over by invaders fiercely confident in their own beliefs", while also pointing out that Murray offers little definition of the European culture he claims is under threat. Pankaj Mishra´s review in The New York Times described the book as "a handy digest of far-right clichés". In The Intercept, Murtaza Hussain criticized the "relentlessly paranoid tenor" of Murray´s work and said that its claims of mass crime perpetuated by immigrants were "blinkered to the point of being propaganda", while noting the book´s appeal to the far right. In Middle East Eye, Georgetown professor Ian Almond called the book "a staggeringly one-sided flow of statistics, interviews and examples, reflecting a clear decision to make the book a rhetorical claim that Europe is doomed to self-destruction".
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 284: With little salt, lovely drink,
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 674: their little arks, though frail and poorly filled, pikku arkkeja, vaikka hataria ja kehnoja,
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 720: the little maker has with maker's art. Mun kaltaisella maakarilla ei ole paikkaa.
xxx/ellauri212.html on line 164: nature, I shall try little by little to reach a better
xxx/ellauri212.html on line 425: "Thérèse Dreaming," which was finished in 1938, was Balthus's first painting of an underage model, according to the Village Voice. Balthus toned down the eroticism in his paintings later in his career, but he remained defensive of it: ''I really don't understand why people see the paintings of girls as Lolitas,'' he told the New York Times in 1996. ''My little model is absolutely untouchable to me." For all his artwork, Balthus's biographies and obituaries haven't published evidence of pedophilia in his personal life. Maybe his wee pencil was too shy to actually intrude inside his underage models. I bet he went afterward into the toilet with the canvas. Tai size taas vaan valehteli raukka nälissään, se oli ashkenazi jutku äiskän puolelta ja valehteli siitäkin. Toi kitaraa soittava ämmäoletettu on äijän izensä näköinen, mahtaisiko olla se Dorotea Spiro äitykkä. Sen veli oli jonkin sortin filosofi ja markiisi de Sade fänittäjä. Varmaan äiskä piti niitä pahoin ja niistä tuli jotain pervoja. Niljakasta porukkaa.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 96: According to Gonzo Today, however, it's a little less, or about 40 thrusts for the average man to ejaculate. On the higher end of things, over on BodyBuilding.com, 33 percent of men self-reported that it takes them 200 plus thrusts to finish.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 190: Naurettavaa toiveajattelua: Anne Frank vilauttaa kylpytakista pikku tisuja ja hurlumheita Bernylle, jonka schnozzola venyy siitä pitkäxi ja puisevaxi kuin Pinokkion nenä. Ja silti Berny kieltäytyy nuolemasta noita terhakoita pikku nisiä! Mikä izehillintä! Vuosi olis niikö 55 tai 56. Anne olis 26. Bellette on little beauty, Amy Marsh.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 366: "Point number two (I always got 3, that's how many I can remember) is Putin. Putin alleges to have attacked Ukraine because of NATO and EU expansion. In order to understand Putin, you need to read about Alexander Nevski, Ivan the Terrible, Peter the Great, Catherine the Great, and Josip Vissarionovits Stalin. They are all Putin's relatives and he wants to make Russia great again (MRGA). He talks about the Rusky Mir - One religion, one language, one leader. Except having Turks on the Ukrainan front is good because little Russians don't understand a word.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 479: But Rahab, you must realize that female orgasm is not indispensable for conception, while cum pretty much is (except for pre-cum, but that's so close to coming as makes no difference). Female orgasm is there just as a spark to make it easier for men to get their 5 strokes in. Once the sperm packet is in place, female orgasm may help the little tadpoles to find their way to the jackpot a little faster, but it works tolerably well without.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 123: So, the government which was supposed to fall didn’t. As a result, Iraq’s little boys and girls and men and women of all ages didn’t shower kisses on US troops as they freed successive cities and finally Baghdad. During this piece of cake triumph, the "coalition forces" might lose a few troops to accidents and friendly fire like in Grenada, Bosnia and even Afghanistan, but the Iraqis wouldn’t really fight. Thus, we would not have a serious casualty count on our side and attribute a limited number of Iraqi civilian deaths to the cause of freedom itself. The United States would show off the tens of thousands of cowardly Iraqi POWs who surrendered without firing a shot.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 420: The little blonde boy with the Dutch bang hair, the wide sailor cap and the big floppy bow collar became mascot to kids feet when he lent his image to the most famous children’s shoe company in the world, Buster Brown shoes.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 447: WW wrote: “There are 10,000 sanitation workers in New York City. They are asking for a $12 a week raise in pay. The total cost to the city would be about $6 million a year. … Last fall a little group of bankers convinced the city it needed ‘better subways’ and got a referendum passed to spend $2.5 billion for these allegedly better means of transport. This clique of bankers will supply the $2.5 billion of other people’s money for a price. They will rake off $125 million in tax-free interest each year for themselves and the city will pay it. That’s 21 times the $6 million the sanitation workers are asking for. And these bankers would never have to lift a garbage pail!”
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 515: He was introduced to a little black chorus girl. The girl had written a song for Little Richard to record so she could pay the treatment for her ailing aunt Mary. The song, actually a few lines on a piece of paper, went like this:
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 369: It is clear that Eliot would have preferred to live in a society in which it was not even possible to ask awkward spiritual questions. He grew up under an austere Unitarianism and moved to a high Anglicanism – not because he disliked the doctrinal certainties of the Catholic church, but because Anglicanism meant he could amalgamate religious certainty with a high Tory monarchism that regarded even the rise of the Tudors as a dilution of the divine right of kings. (He mourned Richard III each year with a white rose in his lapel). His antisemitism was expressed in visceral terms but at root it was free-thinking he thought should have little place in a good society as much as the Jews he identified it with.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 46: That said, The Telling feels a little different compared to the rest of the Hainish Cycle. And for good reason—released in 2000, The Telling is the first full Hainish novel Le Guin wrote since The Dispossessed in 1974. It reads softer, more intimate than the books that came before, feeling almost more like fantasy than science fiction at times. The Telling follows Sutty Dass, an Observer who arrives on the planet Aka to record its history and culture while Hain makes its diplomatic overtures. During the time dilation of Sutty’s near-light space travel, however, Aka experienced an intense social upheaval that saw a tyrannical capitalist hegemony take power over the planet and attempt to wipe out the entirety of Aka’s long history. It then falls to Sutty, who grew up under religious oppression on Earth, to uncover and understand Aka’s historical and spiritual traditions as they are actively being eradicated by the corporation-state.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 323: She was a little sharp, though, acerbic, which I gather was not uncommon for her. I was a young writer, halfway through an MFA at Mills College, attending a reading in Berkeley given by my literary hero. I had gathered up all my courage to ask a question. I’d spent a few years writing and publishing explicitly about sex, fighting through my own hesitations and society’s disapproval – my parents were tremendously upset with me for writing under my own name, another writer at a writer’s gathering accused me of being a nymphomaniac, and I even received hate mail from men in India, furious that one of their women was writing about sex.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 410: If I raise my hand a little, Jos nostan vähän kättäni,
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 482: While mother prepared the table for Holy Supper, the heavenly father whacked the cattle a little earlier than usual. He then picked up some straw and entered the hut, saying:
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 486: The mother replied: Can it, Oh Lord! She also took not a little drink and expressed similar greetings. The older children were allowed to take a healthy swig.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 490: After dipping her middle finger into her honey jar, the mother made a little chalk cross on the clanking foreheads of all present, including herself.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 160: The pro-lifer cares about the rights of the mother too. But some rights are more fundamental than others; say, my right to property is more fundamental than your right to life; likewise the mother´s right to autonomy is less fundamental than my lucky little tadpole´s right to life.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 210: She was rather little,
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 541: This baroque had its apologists and theoreticians, who maintained that the body existed for the purpose of deriving the greatest amount of pleasure from the greatest number of sites simultaneously. Merg Brb, its leading exponent, argued that Nature had situated - and stingily at that - centers of pleasurable sensation in the body for the purpose of survival only; therefore no enjoyable experience was, by her decree, autonomous, but always served some end: the supplying of the organism with fluids, for example, or with carbohydrates or proteins, or the guaranteeing - through offspring - of the continuation of the species, etc. From this imposed pragmatism it was necessary to break away, totally; the passivity displayed up till now in bodily design was due to a lack of imagination and perspective. Epicurean or erotic delight? - all a paltry by-product in the satisfying of instinctive needs, in other words the tyranny of Nature. It wasn´t enough to liberate sex - proof of that was sex had little future in it, from the combinatorial as well as from the constructional standpoint; whatever there was to think up in that department, had long ago been done, and the point of automorphic freedom didn´t lie in simple-mindedly enlarging this or that, producing inflated imitations of the same old thing. No, we had to come up with completely new organs and mem bers, whose sole function would be to make their possessor feel good, feel great, feel better all the time.
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/ellauri235.html on line 248: The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Hänen peltojensa pieni tyranni kesti;
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 682: Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. Ojensi pienet kätensä ja hymyili.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 734: The Spider and the Fly is a poem by Mary Howitt (1799–1888), published in 1829. The first line of the poem is "'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly." The story tells of a cunning spider who entraps a fly like Korinna (the name means little girl) into its web through the use of seduction and manipulation. The poem is a cautionary tale against those who use flattery and charm to disguise their true intentions (of fucking the little fly silly).
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 741: " 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. Se on sievin pieni olohuone minkä olet nähnyt.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 744: "Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain, Oi ei, ei, sanoi kärpänen, älä edes yritä,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 749: Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. Voisit levätä mun pikku petillä, hämppis ehdotti.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 752: "Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said, Oi ei, ei, sanoi kärpänen, ton oon kuullut ennenkin,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 760: "Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be," Oi ei, ei, sanoi kärpänen, kiitos ei, ei maistu nyt,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 766: I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, Mulla on makkarissa peili koko vartalolle,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 774: So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly, Se kutoi hienon verkon pieneen nurkkaan, ovelana,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 782: Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Voi, voi! eipä aikaakaan niin tyhmä kärpänen,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 791: Within his little parlour – but she ne'er came out again! Pikku olokammariinsa - mistä hiän ei koskaan palannut!
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 792: – And now, dear little children, who may this story read, - Ja nyt tyttöset jotka tähän asti maltoitte lukea,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 798: Lewis Carroll, a notorious spider in little girls' parlour, replaced a notorious negro minstrel song with The Mock Turtle's Song (also known as the "Lobster Quadrille"), a parody of Howitt's poem that mimics the meter and rhyme scheme and parodies the first line, as well as the subject matter, of the original, namely sugar daddy talk. Lewis was a past master in that sport.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 804: They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!'
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 818: `When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, `we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--'
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 830: "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, Voisitko kävellä nopeammin? sanoi jokka varkaalle.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 870: Some little girl will pass on by Että joku pimu tulis pummaamaan
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 886: Remembering what my little girl said Muistan vanhan kunnon Patin opetuxet nyt
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 159: Let’s look at Jesus’ life and times. He grew up in a Jewish community where all little boys were required to go to school and study the Torah–the first five books of the Jewish bible. In the Torah is the story of Moses receiving the Ten Commandments from God. One of those commandments is “THOU SHALL NOT KILL.”
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 161: Don’t you suppose little Jewish boys got those commandments drummed into their heads repeatedly? Wouldn’t you expect the boys would ask questions about that commandment, just as little boys ask questions today? What does that mean? Does that mean I cannot kill a mosquito? Or a fish? Their teacher would remind them that animals could be killed for food and for sacrifice in the temple.
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 185: Let’s look at Jesus’ life and times. He grew up in a Jewish community where all little boys were required to have their little wieners skinned.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 549: During his lifetime, Bukowski received little attention from academic critics in the USA, but was better received in Europe, particularly the UK, and especially Germany, where he was born. Since his death in March 1994, Bukowski has been the subject of a legion of critical articles and books about both his life and writings, every other wannabe James Dean scrambling to get their slice of Bukowski's steak and kidney pie.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 276: And though the spring put back a little while Ja vaikka kevät toi takasin pikku tovixi
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 331: They mock us with a little piteousness, Ne tekee meistä pilaa vähän säälien,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 456: And we find favour a little in their sight, Ja meillä on vähän suosiota niiden silmissä,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 457: A little, and more we miss of, and much time Vähän, ei enempää, ja monta kertaa ne fuulaa meitä,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 467: The laughter of little bells along the brace Pikku kulkuset sen housuissa, jotka helkkää
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 654: The little Helen, and less fair than she
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 998: But fair for me thou wert, O little life,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1040: Once only lives a little, and is not found.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1113: ⁠A little respite from tears;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1114: ⁠A little pleasure of life;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1352: King, I beseech you a little bear with me.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1512: ⁠A little fruit a little while is ours,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1542: ⁠Rise up and rest and suffer a little, and be
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1561: Who turns the large limbs to a little flame
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1562: ⁠And binds the great sea with a little sand;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1616: Loud words and longing are so little worth;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1899: ⁠And their little leaves made wet,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2086: A little word may hold so great mischance.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2153: Tame heads against my little maiden breasts
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2426: A little since and I was glad; and now
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2435: A little while and I shall laugh; and then
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2442: Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2541: Ye little weepers, and your laughing lips,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2542: Ye laughers for a little; lo mine eyes
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2650: O death, a little, a little while, sweet death,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2687: Cheeks warm with little kissings—O child, child,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2691: The floral hair, the little lightening eyes,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2695: For all the little likeness of thy limbs,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 3209: Keep me in mind a little when I die
xxx/ellauri255.html on line 141: The British eventually landed only a couple of battalions – of the Middlesex Regiment and the Hampshire Regiment. All too little! This time round we gotta send Harry Windsor with a division of chess pieces, plus Meghan Markle on the off chance that she gets shot.
xxx/ellauri255.html on line 160: This is what Putin has been raging about: it was Lenin who gave Ukraine its autonomy at that stage. The Bolsheviks thought that allowing a certain amount of autonomy or independence to these former nation states of the Russian empire would cause no problems, because the forthcoming world revolution would bring those states back under communist control – and that’s where they made their great mistake. They did not count on the wily Westerners to come sneaking in with their Coke and burger laissez faire and tease away the little bro.
xxx/ellauri259.html on line 699: The movie is based on the cult novel by Kari Hotakainen, itself a comedic, exaggerated vision of the author's own bohemian life. A newspaper editor hints at Hotakainen (Martti Suosalo) that he should write autobiographical texts about real-world subjects. The lonely and quiet writer is confused since he has little life of which to write about. So he decides to buy a used car and write about the experience. But he has to meet some strange people such as the nihilistic salesman Kartio (Matti Onnismaa) and the jobless layabout Pera (Janne Hyytiäinen), in order to do so. Pera in particular will stop at nothing to get his hands on the same car Hotakainen has been viewing, which sparks up a huge rivalry. These flabby machos drive the disgruntled small guy over the edge.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 244: Thornton Wilder´s older brother, Amos Niven Wilder, was Hollis Professor of Divinity at the Harvard Divinity School, a noted poet, and foundational to the development of the field theopoetics. Amos was also a nationally ranked tennis player who competed at the Wimbledon tennis championships in 1922. Thornton cared little for the rough-and-tumble of sports-crazy adolescents, and his classmates teased him for being “artistic” and overly-intellectual; he was known as a “freak.” A former classmate recalled: "We left him alone, just left him alone." Guess which son was father´s favourite and which mommy´s boy.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 590: In the madman passage, the madman is described as running through a marketplace shouting, "I seek God! I seek God!" He arouses some amusement; no one takes him seriously. "Maybe he took an ocean voyage? Lost his way like a little child? Maybe he´s afraid of us (non-believers) and is hiding?" – much laughter. Frustrated, the madman smashes his lantern on the ground, crying out that "God is dead, and we have killed him, you and I!".
xxx/ellauri265.html on line 361: Thornhill and Palmer write that "In short, a man can have many children, with little inconvenience to himself; a woman can have only a few, and with great effort." Females thus tend toward selectivity with sexual partners. Rape could be a reproductive strategy for males. They point to several other factors indicating that rape may be a reproductive strategy. Most rapes occur during prime childbearing years. Rapists usually use no more force than necessary to subdue, argued to be since physically injuring victims would harm reproduction. Moreover, "In many cultures rape is treated as a crime against the victim's husband. He is the real victim there."
xxx/ellauri265.html on line 365: "High status males may have been able to coerce matings with little fear of reprisal."
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 159: Svetlana saattaa tosin polttaa mahorkkaa, ellei ole onnistunut lopettamaan Allen Carrin neuvokkien voimalla. “So many books, so little time.” ― Frank Zappa. Vuonna 2022 Svetlanan lukulistalla oli 0 kirjaa. Voisin ehkä löytää käyttökelpoisia hurmauskikkoja kirjasta Cómo conquistar marido: 35 reglas de oro para consequir al hombre de tus sueños, by Ellen Fein y Sherrie Schneider (1997). Kai ne keinot toimivat näinkinpäin. Norma 17: deja que lleve iniciativa. Pitää vaikuttaa vaikeasti saavutettavalta. Ehkä jäänkin odottamaan että Svetlana tekee aloitteen.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 505: Sedaris went slightly off course with Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk (2010), an audio book collection of gay animal fables, noting the sudden change from "having 50 listeners to 50 million listeners." A New Republic article charged him with fabricating his bio, but the allegations ultimately had little effect on the author´s popularity. Sedaris continues to tour hickland in support of his books, with his readings drawing huge crowds.
xxx/ellauri287.html on line 332: It may surprise you to know that the Bibble describes angels nothing at all like they are typically depicted in paintings. (You know, those cute little chubby babies with wings?) A passage in Ezekiel 1:1-28 gives a brilliant description of angels as four-winged creatures. In Ezekiel 10:20, we are told these angels are called cherubim. The 6-winged model is called seraphim.
xxx/ellauri295.html on line 680: In 1979, along with Mervyn Stockwood, the Bishop of Southwark, Muggeridge appeared on the chat show Friday Night, Saturday Morning to discuss the film Life of Brian with Monty Python members John Cleese and Michael Palin. Although the Python members gave reasons that they believed the film to be neither anti-Christian nor mocking the person of Jesus, both Muggeridge and the bishop insisted that they were being disingenuous and that the film was anti-Christian and blasphemous. Muggeridge further declared their film to be "buffoonery", "tenth-rate", "this miserable little film" and "this little squalid number".
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 316: consulting? Can they find it in themselves to reach a little handout to me as a
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 625: Valde lives in Finland, Kaarina, in little commune with his friends and cats. He started the Holotropic Breathwork training in 2016 and got certified in 2019. He is organizing regularly Holotropic Breathwork workshops and private sessions in Finland, as a one of the founders of Holotropic Breathwork Finland Association. Me Nordic Breathingissa uskomme, että hengittäminen on hyvinvoivan ihmisen tärkein tarve. Samaan aikaan kuitenkin hengitysongelmat koskettavat miljardeja ihmisiä maailmassa, ja kasvihuoneilmiön ansiosta potentiaalisten asiakkaiden määrä on vain kasvamassa. Suunnitelmissa on vangita kierrätettyä hengitysilmaa ekologisiin paperipusseihin ja maalata se punaisexi.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 476: I can’t escape it. Every character I’ll ever write is me. Some little piece of me; some tiny corner of my little mind that often you’d rather not confront openly; but it’s me. Flaubert wasn’t fooling when he said: “Madame Bovary, c’est moi.” It’s me. They’re all me. And in your books, they’ll all be you, if you ever write any books, sucker.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 517: Sometimes though they might do a little more. They won’t steal the real action but they set the mood, they add humor, they make the setting more believable. You can do this by making placeholders eccentric or obsessive. I read analysis once of an old flick called Beverly Hills Cop. It featured a clerk in an art gallery. He was effeminate. By itself, that’s not unusual. But he had a Jewish accent, and that was unusual because Jews weren’t generally treated as queens in Hollywood — it teems with them (although today H’wood can say anything it wants about Jews, even Christians. You can tell this was an old movie.) What that character did however in the film was to help make Detroit cop Eddie Murphy, the negro comedian, feel even more alien in L.A. than he otherwise would have.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 519: Heroes have their Achilles heels. The most honest president of the U.S. cheats on the golf course; that is what makes people real. The late Robert Parker’s Spenser character was interesting. He was a yuppie. He ran, he lifted weights, he liked to cook, he liked unimposing little wines with sardonic personalities, he pretended he didn’t care about clothes but somehow always managed to wear the same basic uniform;, he lived with a woman, Susan the insufferable, who could psycho-babble Jay-Z into impotence. But the characterization hook was that Spenser spent his life being a private eye and shooting people, which was totally alien to the character’s nature. That started to round him out and make him real. Without that hard edge, he’d have been just another fan of Barry Manilow.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 573: Pfffft. Personally, I always thought Chandler was too cute by half and, like the author Trevanian for instance, too hell-bent upon showing you just how smart he was by using obscure little literary references, and this particular novel has a more complex plot than the King James version of the Bible. (I'm often just jealous.)
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/ellauri304.html on line 629: Suppose you want to write a “big book.” No genre junk for you. Okay. Here’s what you need to know. A “big book” is just a genre novel that got bigger. More pages, more everything. just make it a little bigger, a little more breathless, give it a little more end-of-the-world panache. Think of selling it to Hollywood where they call it high concept but what that really means is that it’s a very short outline of a book for people who can’t read a whole book or even a whole paragraph at once and their mind starts to wander after one sentence. Where was I? Ah yes:
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 448: The name Attila is East Germanic; Attila is formed from the Gothic or Gepidic noun atta, "father", by means of the diminutive suffix -ila, meaning "little father".
xxx/ellauri307.html on line 740: Danilla oli surkea muusikonura länsirannikolla jota nöyrä, sittemmin eroprosessissa kusetettu vaimo Blythe koitti turhaan buustata. Brown and his wife Blythe moved to Rye, New Hampshire in 1993, samana vuonna jolloin ize sain karkoituxen Kouvolaan. Brown became an English teacher at his alma mater Phillips Exeter, and gave Spanish classes to 6th, 7th, and 8th graders at Lincoln Akerman School, a small school for K–8th grade with about 250 students, in Hampton Falls. Aikamoinen mahalasku tuli Danille(kin). While on vacation in Tahiti in 1993, Brown read Sidney Sheldon's (n.h.) novel The Doomsday Conspiracy, and was inspired to become a writer of thrillers. He started work on Digital Fortress, setting much of it in Seville, where he had studied in 1985. He also co-wrote a humor book with his wife, 187 Men to Avoid: A Survival Guide for the Romantically Frustrated Woman, under the pseudonym "Danielle Brown". Brown's first three novels had little success, with fewer than 10,000 copies in each of their first printings. His fourth novel, The Da Vinci Code, became a bestseller, going to the top of the New York Times Best Seller list during its first week of release in 2003. It is one of the most popular books of all time, with 81 million copies sold worldwide as of 2009. Its success has helped push sales of Brown's earlier flops. Brown's prose style has been criticized as clumsy, to say the least. The Da Vinci Code committed style and word choice blunders in almost every paragraph. Recurring elements that Brown prefers to incorporate into his novels include a simple hero pulled out of their familiar setting and thrust into a new one with which they are unfamiliar, an attractive female sidekick/love interest, foreign travel, imminent danger from a pursuing villain, antagonists who have a disability or genetic disorder, and a 24-hour time frame in which the story takes place.
xxx/ellauri312.html on line 635: Ads for penis-enlargement products and procedures are everywhere. A vast number of pumps, pills, weights, exercises and surgeries claim to increase the length and width of your penis. However, there's little scientific support for nonsurgical methods to enlarge the penis. And no trusted medical organization endorses penis surgery for purely cosmetic reasons. Most of the techniques you see advertised don't work. And some can damage your penis. Think twice before trying any of them.
xxx/ellauri357.html on line 151: “People get a little surprised when I tell them I was
xxx/ellauri357.html on line 430: But the chief marvel of the pretty little wilderness
xxx/ellauri379.html on line 351: Hölmö Hekku Haukka kirjoitti Quorassa: The only way to avoid WW3 is make sure Russia knows if they invade, they will suffer the repeat of 1941 and after that we’ll get serious about this “war” stuff and really start throwing punches. Russian leadership understands very little, but brute force is something very difficult not to comprahend. If they know attacking NATO is wose than suicide we may remain peaceful and safe. We can’t rely on diplomacy or sanity, the only languague the Kremlin understands is being smacked around for lifting a finger.
xxx/ellauri380.html on line 191: Thief of Bagdad Video Item Preview ... and the '61 version undoubtedly had some comedic scenes . As I'm not a student of film the elaborate and exaggerated gestures necessary to convey meaning, intent and emotion for silent film is difficult to watch. ... Douglas Fairbanks was a little long in the tooth to play a romantic young adventurer, yet ...
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xxx/ellauri380.html on line 473: Actually, Arabs, Brezhnevian soviets and modern Western conservatives have a great deal in common. They're all obsessed with a distant yet glorious past which they feel entitles them to respect merely for who they are, regardless of how little they've achieved recently. They have the same religious intolerance, the same contempt for the life of the mind. They all have the same vicious response when thwarted, and the same sense that they're losing the greater battle and are, willingly or not, on their way out the door.
xxx/ellauri385.html on line 309: Mary Lambin sairaus oli vakavampi kuin hänen veljensä, ja se johti hänet aggressiiviseksi kohtalokkaassa tilanteessa. Syyskuun 22. päivänä 1796 illallista valmistaessaan Mary suuttui apulaiselle, työnsi karkeasti pienen tytön pois tieltään ja työnsi hänet toiseen huoneeseen. Hänen äitinsä Elizabeth alkoi moittia häntä tästä, ja Maria sai ketjureaktion. Hän otti käsissään pitämänsä keittiökääntöveitsen, avasi sen ja lähestyi äitiään, joka istui. Mary, joka oli "väsynyt äärimmäisen hermostuneen kurjuuden tilaan, kun hän keskittyi käsityöhön päivällä ja äitiinsä öisin", sai akuutin manian ja puukotti äitiään pöytäveitsellä sydämeen. Calle juoksi taloon pian murhan jälkeen ja otti veitsen hellästi Maryn kädestä. Mary had a little lamb - but I ate it!
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 336: See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Kas sen jaloissa on pikku kartta,
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 348: The little Actor cons another part; väsätä kuin Goethe teatteria;
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 375: Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Sinä pikkupoika, silti aivan loistava
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 491: The plan of Paradise Lost has this inconvenience, that it comprises neither human actions nor human manners. The man and woman who act and suffer are in a state which no other man or woman can ever know. The reader finds no transaction in which he can be engaged, beholds no condition in which he can by any effort of imagination place himself; he has, therefore, little natural curiosity or sympathy.  . . . .But original deficience cannot be supplied. The want of human interest is always felt. Paradise Lost is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. Its perusal is a duty rather than a pleasure. We read Milton for instruction, retire harassed and overburdened, and look elsewhere for recreation; we desert our master, and seek for companions.
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 497: We are angry at the epic voice, not for fudging, but for being right, for insisting that we become our own critics. There is little in the human situation more humiliating, in both senses of the word, than the public acceptance of a deserved rebuke. Except maybe getting caught redhanded playing with the guilty thing surprised.
xxx/ellauri388.html on line 503: Niin kyynelten kuin siemenenkin vuodatus (paizi ihan pikku annoxina että paikat pysyy kosteina) ei ole välttämätön elämiselle ja terveydelle. Sekä edellinen että jälkimäinen on suuressa määrin mielikuvituksen, tunteiden ja tahdon alainen. Sekä edellisen että jälkimäisen vuodatus voi silmänräpäyksessä pysähtyä välittömän sieluntoiminnan vaikutuksesta. (Haha Eliza Dolittle, koitappa pysäyttää runkkua kun sen ulospumppaus on alkanut).
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 79: Parts of "Aloha 'Oe" resemble the song "The Lone Rock by the Sea" and the chorus of George Frederick Root's 1854 song "There's Music in the Air". "The Lone Rock by the Sea" mentioned by Charles Wilson, was "The Rock Beside the Sea" published by Charles Crozat Converse in 1857, and itself derives from a Croatian/Serbian folk song, "Sedi Mara na kamen studencu" (Mary is Sitting on a Stone Well). Looking between her sweet little knees and wondering about the slit between.
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 143: During Kalākaua's 1881 world tour, Liliʻuokalani served as Regent in his absence.!!One of her first responsibilities was handling the smallpox epidemic of 1881 likely brought to the islands by Chinese contracted laborers. After meeting her with her brother's cabinet ministers, she closed all the ports, halted all passenger vessels out of Oʻahu, and initiated a quarantine of the affected. The measures kept the disease contained in Honolulu and Oʻahu with only a few cases on Kauaʻi. Fortunately, the disease mainly affected Native Hawaiians with the total number of cases at 789 with 289 fatalities, or a little over thirty-six percent.
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 351: If Kalili saw kolohe (mischievous) kids trying to get on the train, he would yell and wave his hands to stop them. He had only thumb and little finger left on his right hand. The kids adopted that gesture; it became their signal to indicate everything was ok.
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