ellauri006.html on line 1775: hola, hey hey, nobody misses!
ellauri029.html on line 437: In internet, nobody knows you are a dog. Kuplat kannattaa niille jotka tekee kuplia.

ellauri035.html on line 1043: Rabinow on vähän kuin Samu Butlerin Erewhonin maahanmuuttaja. He is a real erewhon man / sitting in his erewhon land / making all his erewhon plans for nobody. Utopistista paskanjauhantaa Thomas Moren malliin. Sitäkään mä en ole vielä jauhanut. Näitä permutaatioita hyppypapujen asennoista apinoiden päässä piisaa. Oxymoroneita, the more the merrier.
ellauri051.html on line 1233: 638 I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, 638 Puhun villisti, olen menettänyt järkeni, minä enkä kukaan muu ole suurin petturi,
ellauri051.html on line 1253: 656 Only what nobody denies is so.) 656 Vain se, mitä kukaan ei kiellä, on niin.)
ellauri053.html on line 926: In spite of everything — the poverty and lack of normal comfort and convenience — nobody complained, for we really believed in simple living and took pride in our poverty.
ellauri060.html on line 1050: The same really goes for basically every vertical. Way back (remember Googlebase?) it was thought nobody should bother with any vertical as Google had it in there anyway. Googlebase is long gone and people go to CarGurus or Carvana for cars, Zillow for online house listings, Indeed and others for job postings etc., the list goes on and on.
ellauri062.html on line 285: She also reveals that Fred raped her too while she was working at Jezebel's. Only nobody held her down.
ellauri067.html on line 461: He continued, “So Santa´s reindeer, which all sport antlers, are therefore all female, which means Rudolf has been misgendered.” Tyson’s message triggered swift criticism, which included accusations that Tyson was “ruining things that are supposed to be fun.” “Why ruin this magic for children with your reddit-tier haha i’m so smart bulls***, this isn’t funny, you aren’t clever, and nobody cares, let them have this magic in their lives, you sound like an adolescent,” another person said. “They’re magic reindeer a**hole. The normal rules don’t apply. Quit trying to s*** on Christmas,” one person replied.
ellauri074.html on line 79: They are the women whom nobody understands. They wear faint, wistful smiles. And, when spoken to, they start. They begin by saying they must suffer in silence. No one will ever know— and then they go into details.
ellauri080.html on line 732: In London, he became a committee member of the London Vegetarian Society, which counted luminaries such as George Bernard Shaw. At the time, vegetarianism was quite rare. Virtually nobody except Mr. Rogers believed in it.
ellauri097.html on line 298: In 2006, the Weekend Australian newspaper conducted an experiment. They submitted chapter three of The Eye of the Storm (1973) to twelve publishers and agents around Australia under an anagram of White’s name, Wraith Picket. Nobody offered to publish the book. One responded, “the sample chapter, while reply (sic) with energy and feeling, does not give evidence that the work is yet of a publishable quality.” Notwithstanding that the chapter was not White’s finest writing, and the unfairness of submitting a chapter out of narrative sequence, the hoax prompted a minor crisis in Australian literature: if the industry couldn’t recognize the greatness of our sole Nobel winner, how unenlightened must the country’s publishing industry be now? Shortly thereafter, the ABC launched an online portal called Why Bother With Patrick White? The portal always struck me as sad. What other major writer would need a website dedicated to convincing his countrymen to give him another go? The link to the website is dead now. It would seem, in the end, that nobody could be bothered with Patrick White.
ellauri106.html on line 405: Phil´s childhood love of baseball offered him “membership in a great secular nationalistic church from which nobody had ever seemed to suggest that Jews should be excluded.” Babe Ruth, whose real name was George Herman Ruth, Jr., was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. He died of pneumonia and complications from throat cancer in New York City in 1948.
ellauri107.html on line 204: Coverdale notes that "there was something of the woman moulded into the great, stalwart frame of Hollingsworth; nor was he ashamed of it, as men often are of what is best in them, nor seemed ever to know that there was such a soft place in his heart. . . . I besought Hollingsworth to let nobody else enter the room, but continually to make me sensible of his own presence by a grasp of the hand, a word, -- a prayer, if he thought good to utter it . . . ."
ellauri111.html on line 387: The Bible says that nobody is good enough to get into heaven. We have all sinned. Each one of us has broken God's commandments--not one person is excepted. You have personally lied and committed other sins. Don't argue, it's an axiom!
ellauri111.html on line 709: Look around, the more the leaders make plans, the worse things get--child abuse, drug addiction, abortion, murders, shoplifting, lying, compulsive disorders, broken families, directionless young people, mind-killing school system, panic attacks, reprobate mind laws, denying God and his word, etc. This thing called time is coming to an end. The heavens above and the earth beneath that you see before your eyes are going to be burned up completely and dissolved. The day of the Lord is coming and we will all stand before God at the final judgment and the books are going to be opened. We will all be there--including all the dead people...they won't be left out--nobody will be left out.
ellauri112.html on line 683: Marlo, already a mother of two, begins the film heavily, outrageously pregnant: we learn, in rapid succession, that this third pregnancy was unwanted, that her husband does little of the domestic labour, and that her “shitty” upbringing is the reason she’s so committed to her nuclear family unit. Postnatal depression, never named, haunts the narrative: her wealthy brother offers to pay for a night nanny to avoid, in his words, the advent of another “bad time” like the one that followed the birth of her son, Jonah. When the nanny arrives – described by more than one reviewer as a “millennial Mary Poppins” – the panacea seems to be working. Not only does she look after the baby at night but she also operates as a kind of empathy machine, listening to Marlo’s problems, sharing sangria in the garden, and baking the Minions cupcakes that Marlo herself never has the time to make. The postnatal depression, it seems, disperses; Jonah – who has “emotional problems” – finds a place at a school more suited to his needs, family dinners get increasingly wholesome, and Marlo does a passable Stevie Nicks impression at a child’s birthday party. And then comes the twist: after a bender in Brooklyn with Tully, a sleep-deprived Marlo, drunk at the wheel, drives her car off a bridge and ends up in hospital, and we realise there was nobody else in the car. Her maiden name, we learn, was Tully.
ellauri115.html on line 1132: Hare then returned to Vancouver, British Columbia, shut up as a professional psychopath at the prison's psychologist compartment, where he would stay for 30 years until retirement, the same prison he had previously worked in. He seemed not to change behavior in response to God's punishment because he was a psychopath. He recalls, "I happened to get into a cell that nobody else was sitting in". Hare has said of himself and his wife Averil that the loss of their daughter Cheryl in 2003 "tells an awful lot about who Averil and I are." Averil, his wife, is a prominent social worker in Canada specializing in child abuse.
ellauri118.html on line 363: These hot nights nobody can sleep well. Näinä kuumina öinä kukaan ei nuku hyvin.
ellauri119.html on line 440: Love encompasses the Islamic view of life as universal brotherhood that applies to all who hold faith. Amongst the 99 names of God (Allah), there is the name Al-Wadud, or "the Loving One," which is found in Surah [Quran 11:90] as well as Surah [Quran 85:14]. God is also referenced at the beginning of every chapter in the Qur'an as Ar-Rahman and Ar-Rahim, or the "Most Compassionate" and the "Most Merciful", indicating that nobody is more loving, compassionate and benevolent than God. The Qur'an refers to God as being "full of loving kindness." The Qur'an exhorts Muslim believers to treat all people, viz. those who have not persecuted them, with birr or "deep kindness" as stated in Surah [Quran 6:8-9]. Birr is also used by the Qur'an in describing the love and kindness that children must show to their parents. Ishq, or divine love, is the emphasis of Sufism in the Islamic tradition. Practitioners of Sufism believe that love is a projection of the essence of God to the universe. God desires to recognize beauty, and as if one looks at a mirror to see oneself, God "looks" at himself within the dynamics of nature. Since everything is a reflection of God, the school of Sufism practices to see the beauty inside the apparently ugly sufist. Sufism is often referred to as the religion of love. God in Sufism is referred to in three main terms, which are the Lover, Loved, and Beloved, with the last of these terms being often seen in Sufi poetry.
ellauri141.html on line 111: At his house, probably, Horace became intimate with Polio, and the many persons of consideration whose friendship he appears to have enjoyed. Through Mæcenas, also, it is probable Horace was introduced to Augustus; but when that happened is uncertain. In B. C. 37, Mæcenas was deputed by Augustus to meet M. Antonius at Brundisium, and he took Horace with him on that journey, of which a detailed account is given in the fifth Satire of the first book. Horace appears to have parted from the rest of the company at Brundisium, and perhaps returned to Rome by Tarentum and Venusia. (See S. i. 5, Introduction.) Between this journey and B. C. 32, Horace received from his friend the present of a small estate in the valley of the Digentia (Licenza), situated about thirty-four miles from Rome, and fourteen from Tibur, in the Sabine country. Of this property he gives a description in his Epistle to Quintius (i. 16), and he appears to have lived there a part of every year, and to have been fond of the place, which was very quiet and retired, being four miles from the nearest town, Varia (Vico Varo), a municipium perhaps, but not a place of any importance. During this interval he continued to write Satires and Epodes, but also, it appears probable, some of the Odes, which some years later he published, and others which he did not publish. These compositions, no doubt, were seen by his friends, and were pretty well known before any of them were collected for publication. The first book of the Satires was published probably in B. C. 35, the Epodes in B. C. 30, and the second book of Satires in the following year, when Horace was about thirty-five years old. When Augustus returned from Asia, in B. C. 29, and closed the gates of Janus, being the acknowledged head of the republic, Horace appeared among his most hearty adherents. He wrote on this occasion one of his best Odes (i. 2), and employed his pen in forwarding those reforms which it was the first object of Augustus to effect. (See Introduction to C. ii. 15.) His most striking Odes appear, for the most part, to have been written after the establishment of peace. Some may have been written before, and probably were. But for some reason it would seem that he gave himself more to lyric poetry after his thirty-fifth year than he had done before. He had most likely studied the Greek poets while he was at Athens, and some of his imitations may have been written early. If so, they were most probably improved and polished, from time to time, (for he must have had them by him, known perhaps only to a few friends, for many years,) till they became the graceful specimens of artificial composition that they are. Horace continued to employ himself in this kind of writing (on a variety of subjects, convivial, amatory, political, moral,—some original, many no doubt suggested by Greek poems) till B. C. 24, when there are reasons for thinking the first three books of the Odes were published. During this period, Horace appears to have passed his time at Rome, among the most distinguished men of the day, or at his house in the country, paying occasional visits to Tibur, Præneste, and Baiæ, with indifferent health, which required change of air. About the year B. C. 26 he was nearly killed by the falling of a tree, on his own estate, which accident he has recorded in one of his Odes (ii. 13), and occasionally refers to; once in the same stanza with a storm in which he was nearly lost off Cape Palinurus, on the western coast of Italy. When this happened, nobody knows. After the publication of the three books of Odes, Horace seems to have ceased from that style of writing, or nearly so; and the only other compositions we know of his having produced in the next few years are metrical Epistles to different friends, of which he published a volume probably in B. C. 20 or 19. He seems to have taken up the study of the Greek philosophical writers, and to have become a good deal interested in them, and also to have been a little tired of the world, and disgusted with the jealousies his reputation created. His health did not improve as he grew older, and he put himself under the care of Antonius Musa, the emperor’s new physician. By his advice he gave up, for a time at least, his favorite Baiæ. But he found it necessary to be a good deal away from Rome, especially in the autumn and winter.
ellauri146.html on line 686: started with the queerest idea conceivable, viz; that all men are born free and equal-this in the very teeth of the laws of gradation so visibly impressed upon all things both in the moral and physical universe. Every man “voted,” as they called it-that is to say, meddled with public affairs-until, at length, it was discovered that what is everybody’s business is nobody’s, and that the “Republic” (as the absurd thing was called) was without a government at all. It is related, however, that the first circumstance which disturbed, very particularly, the self-complacency of the philosophers who constructed this “Republic,” was the startling discovery that universal suffrage gave opportunity for fraudulent schemes….A little reflection upon this discovery sufficed to render evident the consequences, which were that rascality must predominate— in a word, that a republican government could never be anything but a rascally one. While the philosophers, however, were busied in blushing at their stupidity in not having foreseen these inevitable evils, and intent upon the invention of new theories, the matter was put to an abrupt issue by a fellow of the name of Mob, who took everything into his own hands and set up a despotism…. As for republicanism, no analogy could be found for it upon the face of the earth—unless we except the case of the “prairie dogs,” an exception which seems to demonstrate, if anything, that democracy is a very admirable form of government—for dogs.
ellauri153.html on line 353: win as Leviathan is defeated, there are no undefeated challenges and Job lives a happy life. Forget the 7 senselessly killed monkey pups and some 10K dead slaves and other animals who nobody cared a shit about anyway.
ellauri161.html on line 635: A Kike lady says it well: Granted, many will accuse Don’t Look Up of lacking the subtlety of McKay’s earlier movies, but there is something refreshingly honest about the film that undeniably lends itself to the silliness of its narrative. Furthermore, it is a film about the absurdity of the current times we live in and nobody can argue that is isn’t crazy to deny facts in favour of outlandish fabrications — or can they?
ellauri182.html on line 74: Mikage Sakurai (“MEE-ka-gee Sah-KOO-rye”), a young woman in Tokyo, is the protagonist and narrator; the story is told from her first-person perspective. Mikage has recently been a student. By this time, she has a job as an assistant at a cooking school. Ruminating on death and loneliness frequently, Mikage says in the beginning, “nobody beats me in my kitchen.”
ellauri183.html on line 321: Over the years since founding building 20 in 1966-7, he trained many generations of MIT students, teaching alongside such notables as Halle, Noam Chomsky, Thomas Kuhn, and Ken Hale, without being very notable himself. He wrote some shit about questions that nobody read.
ellauri214.html on line 157: Despite growing up in an abusive family where nobody actually cares about me, I'm the most entitled person.
ellauri214.html on line 165: I can't be left alone. If the protagonist put me in a safe house, I will try to run away because I felt being ignored, and nobody gives a shit about me.
ellauri220.html on line 478: Sometimes, when a language is spoken by a non-native speaker, their speech patterns feature traits that show that the speaker is a foreigner. This may include the use of words from the speaker's native language, or errors in their syntax. See You No Take Candle (and its subtrope Tonto Talk) for cases where foreigners consistently talk with very poor grammar and lack of vocabulary. Supertrope to the more racial Asian Speekee Engrish and Tonto Talk, and like them sometimes Truth in Television, although also like them it can sometimes also be considered offensive or politically incorrect if used poorly. Compare Hulk Speak and Strange-Syntax Speaker. See also Gratuitous Foreign Language and As Long as It Sounds Foreign, wherein nobody's supposed to understand any of the words.
ellauri222.html on line 1020: The white man," he resumed, "respects no land but his own. If it does not belong to himself he thinks that it belongs to nobody, and that Manitou merely keeps it in waiting for him. He is here now with his women and children in the land that we and our fathers have owned since the beginning of time. Many of the white men have fallen beneath our bullets and tomahawks. We have burned their new houses and uprooted their corn, but they are more than they were last year, and next year they will be more than they are now."
ellauri223.html on line 82: They injure nobody, and they do not put up with injury, and they never go to battle unless when provoked. They assert that the whole earth will in time come to live in accordance with their customs. Furthermore, they have artificial fires, battles on sea and land, and many strategic secrets. Therefore they are nearly always victorious. (Tää kuulostaa aika lailla jenkkipropagandalta.)
ellauri245.html on line 693: There's nobody here Täällei oo ketää
ellauri245.html on line 712: There's nobody here
ellauri245.html on line 737: The Duchess of Sussex has prompted anger over her "mocking" demonstration of a curtsy to Elizabeth II. Royal author Gyles Brandreth, a friend of the royals, told TalkTV: "It's embarrassing, because it is mocking - and nobody curtsies to the Queen like that, and nobody would have advised her to do it that way." He added of Harry: "He would know that the bow, as it were, is a brief nod and the curtsy is to show respect for the sovereign, and in the case of the Queen - a lady in her 90s who actually had earned respect through a lifetime of service, and that was it. To do this sort of mocking thing is uncomfortable, but it is a cultural difference. It's like you would do a curtsy if you were playing in Snow White." Harry näyttää hitaalta neandertaliraukalta jonka ympärillä cromagnon-apina tekee piruetteja.
ellauri247.html on line 295: "If a Frenchman is capable of real friendship, it must certainly be the most disagreeable present he can possibly make to a man of a true English character. You know, madam, we are naturally taciturn, soon tired of impertinence, and much subject to fits of disgust. Your French friend intrudes upon you at all hours; he stuns you with his loquacity; he teases you with impertinent questions about your domestic and private affairs; he attempts to meddle in all your concerns, and forces his advice upon you with the most unwearied importunity; he asks the price of everything you wear, and, so sure as you tell him, undervalues it without hesitation; he affirms it is in a bad taste, ill contrived, ill made; that you have been imposed upon both with respect to the fashion and the price; that the marquis of this, or the countess of that, has one that is perfectly elegant, quite in the bon ton, and yet it cost her little more than you gave for a thing that nobody would wear.
ellauri270.html on line 363: In the crowd, Mr. Adams turns to Old Man Warner and says that apparently the north village is considering giving up the lottery. Old Man Warner snorts and dismisses this as foolish. He says that next the young folks will want everyone to live in caves or nobody to work. He references the old saying, “lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.” He reminds Mr. Adams that there has always been a lottery, and that it’s bad enough to see Mr. Summers leading the proceedings while joking with everybody. Mrs. Adams intercedes with the information that some places have already stopped the lotteries. Old Man Warner feels there’s “nothing but trouble in that.”
ellauri301.html on line 98: He first appeared when Sweden was in the middle of a precipitate retreat to laissez-faire capitalism from the optimistic social democracy of the 1960s and 70s, so that the corruption and decay of the hero found an echo in the corruption and decay of the society around him. Sweden had become a much more racist country than it had seemed in the 60s, when there were hardly any immigrants from outside Scandinavia there. All the racist hate had been spent on the Finns, who nobody could distinguish from the locals until they opened their mouths. Which they rarely did.
ellauri302.html on line 310: Manke, lowering her voice, and whispering into Bifkele' s ear. And then we go to sleep together. Nobody sees, nobody hears. Only you and I. Like this. (Clasps Bifkele tightly to herself.) Do you want to sleep with me tonight like this? Eh?
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.)
ellauri302.html on line 474: Reb Ali The truth. The truth. Heaven will help you... Everything will turn out for the best. I'm going to the young man's father directly. He's over at the synagogue and must surely be waiting for me. (Looks around.) Tell your wife to put the house in order in the meantime. And you, prepare the contract, and at once, so that he'll have no time to discover anything amiss and withdraw. Arrange the wedding date and have the bride go at once to her parents-in-law. No idle chatter, remember. Keep silent, so that nobody wiU learn anything about it. (Ready to go.) And cast all this nonsense out of your head. Trust in the Lord and rejoice in His comfort. (At the door.) Tell your wife to tidy up the place. (Leaves.)
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.
ellauri322.html on line 76: If nobody will be so kind as to become my foe, I shall need no more fleets nor armies, and shall be forced to reduce my taxes. The American war enabled me to double the taxes; the Dutch business to add more; the Nootka humbug gave me a pretext for raising three millions sterling more; but unless I can make an enemy of Russia the harvest from wars will end. I was the first to incite Turk against Russian, and now I hope to reap a fresh crop of taxes. Kuulostaapa tutulta.
ellauri334.html on line 327: Second, one of the other apostles was also named “Judas”. To differentiate the 2, “Judas Iscariot” was because his father was called “Iscariot”. Why? It is understood that they were from the Judean town of Kerioth-hezon. The other “Judas” was referred to as “son of James”. He was also known as Thaddaeus. The name was changed because nobody liked to be called Jew anymore.
ellauri374.html on line 210: EU equivalents include the German: haberfeldtreiben and German: katzenmusik, Italian: scampanate, Spanish cacerolada, (also cacerolazo or cacerolada) and of course French charivari. Americans of course were not that nasty. In a North American charivari participants might throw the culprits into horse tanks or force them to buy candy bars for the crowd. "All in fun – it was just a shiveree, you know, and nobody got mad about it. At least not very mad." In music, Charivari would later be taken up by composers of the French Baroque tradition as a 'rustic' or 'pastoral' character piece. In Samuel Butler´s Hudibras, the central character encounters a skimmington in a scene notably illustrated by William Hogarth. In the 1966 film El Dorado, Cole Thorton (John Wayne) tells Mississippi (James Caan) that they were unable to re-enter the saloon they just left because the "shivaree" (i.e., the fight they had with other bar patrons) "wore out our welcome".
ellauri382.html on line 320: 'Women are raped at levels nobody's ever seen': Trump claims women are being attacked in Mexico caravan as he tears up speech and says he was right that illegals are 'thugs' and 'murderers'.
ellauri390.html on line 449: I know nobody can do me no harm (ooh, oh, yeah)
xxx/ellauri027.html on line 954: The participant is approached with respect, handed a bulk cut flower with a kiss or handshake depending on gender, and treated as a miraculous (if suspect) specimen of life. (I realize the romanticism of this way of speaking, but that’s the way I think, and it works. Everybody buys it hook, line, and sinker.) Whether a clown or a king, the participant is assumed to possess potential that nobody can quite name. (Not before nor after the treatment. But that is not the point.)
xxx/ellauri104.html on line 249: Your medical society knows such "symptoms" of a schizophrenia but knows no causes and thus only gives a label to it. Do your research and you will realise that nobody knows the causes of schizophrenia except that the effect of having this label is to have different levels of neurotransmitters in the brain and the symptoms are too varied and unrelated to each other to be even considered related to the same label! Is this even logical?
xxx/ellauri104.html on line 253: Funny thing is, nobody knows why neurotransmitters are of a different level for people with "schizophrenia" and blame it on this label. Those with such illnesses were not always measured for levels of neurotransmitters, they were only assumed to have such levels of neurotransmitters by the psychiatrist who has no real medical background like that of a surgeon. To worsen it, Earthling's medical science has yet to be able to measure these levels accurately and safely! Isn't this shocking?
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 181: The sages and the prophets yearned for the days of the Messiah not in order they should rule over the whole world, and not in order they should lord it over the idolaters, not in order that the nations should elevate them, and not in order that they should eat and drink and rejoice; but in order they should devote themselves to the Torah and its wisdom, and that there be nobody to oppress them and to negate, so they should merit life in the World to Come…
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 218: With its emphasis on Divine Omnipresence, Hasidic philosophy sought to unify all aspects of spiritual and material life, to reveal their inner Divinity. Dveikut was therefore achieved not through ascetic practices that "broke" the material, but by sublimating materialism into Divine worship. Nonetheless, privately, when nobody was looking, many Hasidic Rebbes engaged in ascetic practices, in Hasidic thought for mystical reasons of bringing merit to the generation, rather than formerly as methods of personal elevation.
xxx/ellauri173.html on line 102: Virgil´s Bucolica known as Eclogues? Eclogue (ecloga; from the Greek ἐκλογή) means 'selection', 'choice'. There are theories, of course -- perhaps these Eclogues we have are a 'selection' of the best of a larger body of bucolic poetry written by Virgil. But nobody is certain. And two: who is the 'god' mentioned right at the start of Eclogue 1?
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 368: In his address he told the crowd, "If we should ever get to Heaven, we shall find nobody there to reproach us for being black, or for being slaves. For we won't be slaves anymore, but them whites! And they be black, and us darkies white as snow." He also said that while he personally had no wish to be free, he did wish others, especially "the young negroes, them pretty young female negroes like Pyllis, were free."
xxx/ellauri208.html on line 1161: Rifaan ja Jasminen häihin tulee vaan nobodyjä ilmaisen lounaan toivossa. Voi saatana. Vaikka Jasmine on hyvä pano varmasti, ei tarvis sängyssä jalan reikää kauan eziä.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 330: Fischer: Yes, I applaud the act. Look nobody gets.. no one.. that the US and Israel have been slaughtering the Palestinians for years. Robbing and slaughtering for years and treating everyone like shit. Now it is coming back at the US. Fuck the US, I wanna see the US wake up..
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 336: Fischer: Yeah. Nobody here gives a shit about the Japanese. How many hundreds of thousand people did the US kill with the atom bombs , justifying it with the most ridiculous excuse that it saved millions American soldiers, when Japan would gonna surrender in a few weeks or month or so anyway. Right? The United State is based on lies, is based on theft. Look what I have done for the US. Nobody has single handily done more for the US them me, I really believe in this. When I won the World Championship in 1972, the United States had an image of ,you know, a football country, baseball country, but nobody thought of it as an intellectual country. I turned all that around single handily, right? But I was useful then because it was the cold war, right? But now I'm not useful anymore, you see, the cold war is over and now they want to wipe me out, get everything I have, put me into prison.
xxx/ellauri232.html on line 362: The problem ultimately is this: If you work while others rest you get ahead of the others while they rest, and they have to work too to come up even, so the only way for anyone to get some rest is for everyone to rest at once and for everyone to keep a close eye on the others to make sure nobody cheats.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 812: So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, `I don't see how he can even finish, if he doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 257: Suddenly she grabbed my knee. “Sammy,” she said, “do you think that Alice and I are lesbians?” I had a genuine hot curl of fire up my spine. “I don’t see that it’s anybody’s business one way or another,” I said. “Do you care whether we are,” she asked. “Not in the least,” I said. I was suddenly dripping wet. “Are you queer or gay or different or ‘of it’ as the French say or whatever they are calling it nowadays,” she said, looking narrowly at me. I waggled my hand sidewise. “Both ways,” I said. “I don’t see why I should go through life limping on just one leg to satisfy a so-called norm.” “It bothers a lot of people,” Gertrude said. “But like you said, it’s nobody’s business, it came from the Judeo-Christian ethos, especially Saint Paul the bastard, but he was complaining about youngsters who were not really that way, they did it for money, everybody suspects us or knows but nobody says anything about it. Did Thornie tell you?” “Only when I asked him a direct question and then he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want to at all. He said yes he supposed in the beginning but that it was all over now.” Gertrude laughed. “How could he know. He doesn’t know what love is. And that’s just like Thornie.”
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 617: A guy named Leonard Bishop has a rule: keep the dialogue short. Four sentences is a speech. More than that, break it up. Let something happen. Let the person sip a drink or light a cigarette, scratch his butt or sneeze, anything. Let the speaker be responded to or questioned by another character. Let’s face it; nobody gets a a chance to speak for five sentences in a row without being interrupted, unless he or she is one of our neighbors in the East. Personally I find even Quentin Tarantino tedious.
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