ellauri011.html on line 566: In his central figure, not-quite-Paulo, he has created (I imagine by mistake) a devastating portrait of a man whose stock in trade is spirituality but who is worldly to his very toenails, exquisitely attuned to his own status. He is constantly reminding himself how many books he has sold, how many languages they have been translated into, and that he is 'despite all the adverse reviews, a possible candidate for a major literary prize'. When he takes up with another woman (strictly to dispel the Zahir, of course), he chooses a successful French actress of 35, on the grounds that she was the only candidate to enjoy his status, 'because she too was famous and knew that celebrity counts'. Celebrity is an aphrodisiac. 'It was good for a woman's ego to be with a man and know that he had chosen her even though he had had the pick of many others.' And the man's ego, does that come into it? Not-quite-Paulo is too gallant to reveal his own age, but if he is indeed a refraction of the author then he is 20 years Marie's senior. It's adorable that he should regard himself so solemnly as the trophy in this pairing.
ellauri073.html on line 202: Cain gets introduced by some kind of very high-ranking Highway Patrol officer whose big hanging gut and face the color of rare steak seemed right out of southern-law-enforcement central casting and who spoke approvingly and at some length about Senator McCain’s military background and his 100 percent conservative voting record on crime, punishment, firearms, and the war on drugs. Wendy—who has electric-blue contact lenses and rigid blond hair and immaculate makeup and accessories and French nails and can perhaps best be described as a very Republican-looking young lady indeed—is back here at the beige table eating a large styrofoam cup of soup and using her cell phone to try to find someplace in downtown Charleston where Mrs. McCain can get her nails done.
ellauri073.html on line 204: Mrs. McC.’s sedulous attention to her own person’s dress and grooming is already a minor legend among the press corps, and some of the techs speculate that things like getting her nails and hair done, together with being almost Siametically attached to Ms. Lisa Graham Keegan (who is AZ’s education superintendent and supposedly traveling with the senator as his “Advisor on Issues Affecting Education” but is quite plainly really along because she’s Cindy McCain’s friend and confidante and the one person in whose presence Mrs. McC. doesn’t look like a jacklighted deer), are the only things keeping this extremely fragile person together on the Trail. (Onx tää nyt se jota sanottiin julkisesti emättimexi? Ei hizi, kyllä sille tarvittaisiin joku miellyttävämpi sana.)
ellauri097.html on line 300: They were lean years when the men ate garden snails and drank cooking sherry, years when they were mostly happy.
ellauri099.html on line 226: Very low rope barriers separated off areas that visitors were not meant to visit. I looked around for a guard, saw no one, and stepped onto the green moss and made my way quietly to the location of Aristotle’s library. On my hands and knees, I saw the ground was littered with tiny delicate snail shells, no bigger than a fingernails, scattered like empty scholars’ backpacks. My partner gave me one, and I put it in my pocket. I had it on my desk right in front of me as I was writing this. Inadvertently, I crushed it to pieces under the weight of one of Mr. Staikos’s huge tomes on the history of libraries. There’s probably a moral in this, but it escapes me. The moral is this: fucking Americans, keep your fat butts and greedy fingers off European soil!
ellauri100.html on line 1112: Claw’d with their nails,
ellauri144.html on line 432: Though they be mad and dead as nails, Vaik ne olis hulluja ja reporankoja,
ellauri182.html on line 303: Angus retku onkin kiva pikkulanko, hetki - pikkulanko ovi tuossa kävi? Ei se oli ambulanssi joka rääkyi kuin 9" nailsin kappale. Ei ole Amerikan lääketieteen voittanutta. Ja halpaakin se on.
ellauri184.html on line 60: Morales moved in with Mailer during 1951 into an apartment on First Avenue near Second Street in the East Village, and they married in 1954. They had two daughters, Danielle and Elizabeth. After attending a party on Saturday, November 19, 1960, Mailer stabbed Adele twice with a two-and-a-half inch blade that he used to clean his nails, nearly killing her by puncturing her pericardium. He stabbed her once in the chest and once in the back. Adele required emergency surgery but made a quick recovery. Mailer claimed he had stabbed Adele "to relieve her of cancer". He was involuntarily committed to Bellevue Hospital for 17 days. While Adele did not press charges, saying she wanted to protect their daughters, Mailer later pleaded guilty to a reduced charge of assault saying, "I feel I did a lousy, dirty, cowardly thing", and received a suspended sentence of three years' probation. In 1962, the two divorced. In 1997, Adele published a memoir of their marriage entitled The Last Party, which recounted her husband stabbing her at a party and the aftermath. This incident has been a focal point for feminist critics of Mailer, who point to themes of sexual violence in his work.
ellauri245.html on line 267: Leopold´s Apple is actually a brand of whiskey. But The pear of anguish, also known as choke pear or mouth pear, is a torture device based on mechanisms of unknown use from the early modern period. The mechanism consists of a pear-shaped metal body divided into spoon-like segments that can be spread apart with a spring or by turning a key. Its proposed functionality as a torture device is to be variously inserted into the mouth, rectum, or vagina, and then expanded to gag or mutilate the victim. There is no contemporary evidence of such a torture device existing in the medieval era, and ultimately the utility of genuine apples and pears stuck in any hole at all remains unknown. Except that an apple forced in his mouth as a kid by his chum Anders B. got Jo Nesbø going as a pulp writer. Iron Maiden was a vagina dentata style box with nails inside.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 765: Which ties me to the second point 2) The love interest. Who's a Caucasian Man (I will now abbreviate this as CM in all my future reviews with a WOC protagonist, I think) who overrides Rei's spoken opinion at so, so often that...okay Rei, if someone just tried to murder you in your room and you asked the hotel for a new room, DON'T LET THAT CM THAT YOU'VE KNOWN FOR LESS THAN TWO DAYS OVERRIDE YOUR OPINION AND FORCE YOU TO STAY OVERNIGHT WITH HIM! The fact that she ends up going along with HIS opinion nearly all the time 2a) DOES NOT EXCUSE HIS BEHAVIOR and 2b) is grating like nails on chalkboard.
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 130: The Arabs committed a lot of atrocities on Israeli troops, like clipped their fingernails and used them as ashtrays (the troops, not the clippings.) One Moroccan volunteer was caught with a sack full of Israeli body parts to take home as souvenirs. It turned out to be Joshua's foreskin bonanza. No reports of corresponding atrocities from the Israeli side.
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