We feel sorry for Moldova, as it’s easily Europe’s most forgotten country. Its people are also among the least happy on Earth. Even unhappier than us. Forget it.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 212: Seriously folks, we have people questioning whether it’s appropriate for white people to eat pad Thai. (Oh, I read that bit already, Sorry. Ok I was here:) Turnabout, then: I guess that means that as a native of North Carolina, I can ban the Thais from eating barbecue. (I bet they’d swap.) (What? Swap what? Barbecue is really icky gooey meaty stuff, only North Carolinans can like that.)
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 255: I confess that this climate of scrutiny has got under my lucidly white skin. When I was first starting out as a novelist, I didn’t hesitate to write black characters, for example, or to avail myself of black dialects, for which, having grown up in the American South, I had a pretty good ear. I am now much more anxious about depicting characters of different races, and accents make me nervous. I try my best to talk average middle class American, but occasionally a few bits of North Carolina slip out. Sorry about that. Here's how I'd sound if I din't steal from anyone but the likes of me:
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 276: I worry that the clamorous world of identity politics is also undermining the very causes its activists claim to back. As a fiction writer, yeah, I do sometimes make my narrator an Armenian. But that’s only by way of a start. Merely being Armenian is not to have a character as I understand the word. I need to add a whole host of racial prejudices to fatten him out. Luckily I didn't need to do that with my bro.
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Kyle Baggett says: Shit it took me five mins to figure out how to reply and I accidentally down voted you in the process so sorry about that. You have an interesting mind. Here are my choices:
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 393: Jesus: There will be poor always, pathetically struggling; look at the good things you've got! ...You'll be lost, and you'll be so sorry, when I'm gone!
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 462: "It's amazing how I can feel sorry for you and hate you at the same time. I'm sure there's a German word for it."
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 478: Caiaphas and the other priests worry that if Jesus' followers launch a rebellion, Rome will retaliate by crushing Judea. Later, we see a mob of Judeans intimidating and manipulating Pontius Pilate, a Roman official. So, which is it? Are the Romans a ruthless occupying force that will smash Judea for any insubordination, or weak leaders seeking to pacify their subjects out of fear?
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 346: By the autumn of the same year, upon Emma's advice, Nelson bought Merton Place, a small ramshackle house at Merton, near Wimbledon, for £9,000, borrowing money from his friend Davison. He gave her free rein with spending to improve the property, and her vision was to transform the house into a celebration of his genius. There they lived together openly, with Sir William and Emma's mother, in a ménage à trois that fascinated the public. Emma turned herself to winning over Nelson's family, nursing his 80-year-old father Edmund for 10 days at Merton, who loved her and thought of moving in with them, but could not bear to leave his beloved Norfolk. Emma also made herself useful to Nelson's sisters Kitty (Catherine), married to George Matcham, and Susanna, married to Thomas Bolton, by helping to raise their children and to make ends meet. Nelson's sister-in-law Sarah (married to William), also pressed him for assistance and favours, including the payment of their son Horatio's school fees at Eton. Also around this time, Emma finally told Nelson about her daughter Emma Carew, now known as Emma Hartley, and found that she had had nothing to worry about; he invited her to stay at Merton and soon grew fond of "Emma's relative". An unpublished letter shows that Nelson assumed responsibility for upkeep of young Emma at this time.
xxx/ellauri177.html on line 205: The 24th feature from Hong Sangsoo, doppelgänger of the talkative celeb guy in the last scene of the movie THE WOMAN WHO RAN follows Gamhee (Kim Minhee), a florist and the wife of a translator who never in 5 years time has left her for a moment from his sight. She has three separate encounters with friends while her husband finally is on a business trip. Youngsoon (Seo Youngwha) is divorced, turned lesbian (the couple likes to feed alley cats) and has given up meat and likes to garden in the backyard of her semi-detached house. Suyoung (Song Seonmi) is divorced, has a big savings account and a crush on her architect neighbor and is being hounded by a young poet she met at the bar. Woojin (Kim Saebyuk) works for a movie theater and hates it that her writer husband has become a celeb. Their meetings are polite, but not warm. Some of their shared history bubbles to the surface, but not much. With characteristic humor and grace, Hong takes a simple premise and spins a web of interconnecting philosophies and coincidences. THE WOMAN WHO RAN is a subtle, powerful look at dramas small and large faced by women everywhere. Basically, they are 40+ ladies who may have met at some art school and get a chance to compare notes on how well their childless lives have turned out. Gamhee used to be the celeb's girl friend until the movie theater attendant stole the guy. Now both of them are sorry that she did, but really not that much. The Éric Rohmer of South Korea.
xxx/ellauri177.html on line 208: 미안해요 (mianhaeyo) I’m sorry.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 338: The voice of Hemingway’s father is heard, challenging his son, as did the Father in the Biblical Garden. Slightly disguised, Hemingway’s dear father, who haunted his son’s life and work even after he had shot himself in 1961, sorry, after Dad had shot himself in 1928, remained an internalized critic until Ernest also took his life in 1961. No wonder, dad had had a cow.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 825: If by Pacifism is meant the teaching that the use of force is never justifiable, then, however well meant, it is mistaken, and it is hurtful to the life of our country. And the Pacifism which takes the position that because war is evil, therefore all who engage in war, whether for offense or defense, are equally blameworthy, and to be condemned, is not only unreasonable, it is inexcusably unjust. Sorry Christ, we gotta move on, that's how the cookie crumbles. Phil Roth's 2 Swedish sluts were just plain wrong, and so were you J.C.
xxx/ellauri183.html on line 272: I can't say any more about the plot without spoiling it, so I won´t. Cohn himself is--from my perspective anyway--one of those characters you end up really liking and caring and worrying about, in part because he attempts to stay rational and kind no matter how absurd or threatening the situations get. A good book to escape into, especially if you enjoy compelling portrayals of apocalyptic stuff peopled by characters who question the nature of existence in a world where God´s mysteries remain maddeningly unsolvable. (less)
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- It’s not that we have a short time to live but that we waste a lot of it. (Sorry, I said it already. Waste of time.)
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 790: 18.3% planned the murder in advance and 81.7% committed it impulsively. None of these women indicated that they would commit murder again. Some of the reasons they gave for this are: I learned new ways to master difficult circumstances; frightening experience; I met God; I am not inherently a bad person; I never want to end up in prison again; I hurt the people closest to me terribly; I’m very sorry; no one deserves to be hurt like that; such an act follows you for the rest of your life; crime does not pay; I am much wiser now; I will contact a family member, social worker or police member to help me if I find myself in such a situation again.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 804: The wo/man’s spiral (sorry, spinal) cord will rupture at the point where it enters the skull, electrochemical discharges will send his/her limbs flailing in a grotesque dance, eyes and tongues will start from the facial apertures under the assault of the rope and his/her bowels and bladder may simultaneously void themselves to soil the legs and drip onto the floor.
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xxx/ellauri208.html on line 1023: Working for a living is the worst curse in the world. Only animals worry about the next meal and wake up to take a crap in the morning. Yes but many men have started like you and owned shops and houses in the end. Living in the lap of luxury. Mattokauppiaiden puheita. If work is a curse and crookery is worse, how´s a man to live? Vaimon selkänahastako? Njoo, muttei paljaalla työllä rikastu, tarvitaan myös crookeryä.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 390: "The fifth claim (sorry folks) is about the US and EU projecting power onto Russia. Remember that the EU has worked on two premises - Idealism and Realism. HOOHOO, this is getting too hilarious. Idealism because we wanted to create closer relations with Russia, otherwise we would not have created a level of energy dependency on Russia like we have and trying to accommodate Russia with cooperation in the EU; and, Russia has not been aggressive about EU expansion as such.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 353: The US just will not do what they have to do. The US has to say we're sorry, our whole foreign policy has been wrong for the last several hundred years, we are going to pull back all our troops from all over the world, we are not going stop support Israel and so on. But they only will say that this cowardly act will be punished.
xxx/ellauri232.html on line 352: Another approach is to pay a set amount for travel, preparation and Shabbat duties. Because the payment is not being broken down, the worry about writing to record the money owed is removed.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 470: Sorry, son. I don’t know what to do. I am a software developer 2000-present. My name is "Jack Claxton". In 1995 when I begat my son I had other low-paying dead-end jobs. Now *that* is really sad. I understand my son's disappointment in his dad.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 482: 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/ellauri234.html on line 491: Damn dude, I'm truly sorry that was the experience for you.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 857: In March 1920, the ICC had Eben Moody Boynton, the inventor of the Boynton Bicycle Railroad, committed as a lunatic to an asylum in Washington, D.C. Boynton's monorail electric light rail system, it was reported, had the potential to revolutionize transportation, superseding then-current train travel. ICC officials said that they had Boynton committed because he was "worrying them to death" in his promotion of the bicycle railroad. Based on his own testimony and that of a Massachusetts congressman, Boynton won release on May 28, 1920, overcoming testimony of the ICC's chief clerk that Boynton was virtually a daily visitor at ICC offices, seeking Commission adoption of his proposal to revolutionize the railroad industry. CS Forester's bicyclist son John would have applauded Boynton's invention.
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 473: "Anne Holt har med dette første bind i en ny serie for alvor lagt spor ud til endnu en rigtigt spændende række gode krimier. Begyndelsen er under alle omstændigheder forrygende spændende - og som forventet ud fra mine oplevelser med Anne Holts øvrige bøger også rigtigt godt skruet sammen samt velskrevet." Krimifan.dk, 5 af 5 hjerter
xxx/ellauri255.html on line 152: Denikin’s advance initially went well, and there were moments when Trotsky and others in the Red camp really thought that they were facing defeat. But, because the Red Army no longer had to worry about Kolchak’s troops to the east, they were able to reinforce their troops facing Denikin. October 1919 saw a complete turnaround – the final turning point, if you like, in the war.
xxx/ellauri259.html on line 566: Normalt handler de fra deres bolig i det nordligste Frankrig med antikvariske bøger, især illustrerede værker fra 1700-tallet inden for astronomi og zoologi. Men under en forretningsrejse til Bordeaux og siden Paris kommer Tara ud for det sælsomme, at verden i løbet af natten vender tilbage til sit udgangspunkt. Den har nemlig forrykket sig med et døgn og kan følgelig genfindes nøjagtig som dagen før.
xxx/ellauri273.html on line 137: Listatuista 50:stä 11 on naisia, kuin myös tämän selvityxen kirjoittaja, Racquel Gabuna. Neekereitä oli lähes yhtä monta eli 7, kaikki kullinheiluttajia. Melkein kaikki ehdokkaat ovat United States Global English. Joukossa on muista paasauxista tuttujakin naamoja. But sorry, Bob Stearns (tuttu albumista 243) ei ollut 50 parhaan joukossa.
xxx/ellauri286.html on line 631: Sorry, my bad. Tämä oli Rita Tainolan podcast poikkeuksellisesti textimuodossa. Sori siitä, mea culpa.
xxx/ellauri291.html on line 123: Hautajaiset järjestettiin 1. marraskuuta, ja yleisö kutsuttiin muistotilaisuuteen Hall of Libertyssä Forest Lawn Memorial Parkissa Hollywood Hillsissä. Se oli maallinen palvelu; Roddenberry oli haudattu ennen tapahtumaa. Yli 300 Star Trek -fania osallistui ja seisoi salin parvekkeella, kun kutsuvieraat olivat lattiatasolla. Nichelle Nichols lauloi kahdesti seremonian aikana ensin "Yesterday" ja sitten vielä itse kirjoittamansa kappaleen nimeltä "Gene". Barrett oli pyytänyt molemmat tai siis kaikki 3 kappalta. Useat ihmiset puhuivat laulun ajan muistomerkillä, mukaan lukien Ray Bradbury, Whoopi Goldberg, Christopher Knopf, Alfred E. ("What! Me Worry?") Neuman, ja Patrick Stewart. Seremonian päätti kaksi kilttipiippua soittamassa " Amazing Gracea", kun Roddenberryn nauhoitettu viimeinen viesti ("En saa vedetyxi henkeä!") lähetettiin blogosfääriin. Neljän koneen ohilento, kadonneen miehen muodostelmassa, seurasi, ja päättyi noin 30 minuuttia myöhemmin melkoisen rysähdyxeen. Hänen kuolemansa jälkeen Star Trek: The Next Generation esitti viidennen tuotantokauden kaksiosaisen jakson nimeltä "Graph Unification ", joka sisälsi omistuksen Roddenberrylle.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 474: As a boy, I remember a movie where Tarzan is asked by Jane to fight against some Nazis who have come to their neck of the jungle. But Tarzan refuses; the F.D. Roosevelt of his time, he’s got nothing against Nazis. But then they bomb Pearl Harbor sorry kidnap Tarzans son, Boy, and Tarzan bestirs himself, sticks a knife in his arse, and says “Now Tarzan fight.” Että jenkkitolvanoille pitääkin ihan kädestä pitäen opettaa tätä paskan lapparointia.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 615: Bet you'd like read the next turn. Sorry I couldn't think of something. Sounds like it's heading toward a slap, in the face or on the butt, who knows. If Edgar says, “Damn, I feel miserable,” I am quite certain that carries more intellectual and psychological heft than you writer, penning “Edgar felt miserable.”
xxx/ellauri320.html on line 260: J.K.Rowling UK 700M fantasy Porry Hatter Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 411: Viime aikoina on nautittu joka ilta monta tuntia länkkäriä väkivaltaviihdettä. Kaikki haluavat tuliaseita. Meganin luupää Tommylla on iso. Se hinkkaa asettaan yxinäisenä ja mustasukkaisena pöydän ääressä kun Megan heilastelee sitä selkeästi fixumpaa virologia. (Oikeasti kaveri on koulut keskenjättänyt ohiolaisen hizarin poika.) Ylifixut sarjamurhaajat jekuttavat toistuvasti ylifixuja skoudeja. Hän on jättänyt taas vihjeen. Olemme paikantaneet hänet hylättyyn teollisuuskiinteistöön. Pienet taskulamput mukaan ja autoihin! Poliisi! Drop the gun! BLAM! Oho hän kuoli. Nyt tuli poliisille paha mieli. Vinosuinen naurettavan ylipainoinen Mr. Jeeves parantaa Jerry Cottonin pahan omantunnon. Lipesikö roisto kädestä vai annoitko sen pudota? Mixi ammuit klovnia? Mixi teit sen? Se on rikki nyt. En tiedä BUAAAH. Tuo kuulostaa paremmalta. Rakenna mulle grilli ja käristä kilon pala pihviä niin saat terveen paperit. These babies cost fifty bucks a pop. Olikohan ne Jeffersonianin rodesta? Yxinjäänyt isä jonka tytön (aina "My baby") raiskasi nakumiljonääri, hullu saarnaaja ja söi kumialligaattori, murti suuta murti päätä murti mustoa haventa ennenkuin kävi ampumassa oletetun pahantekijän. I'm sorry for your loss. Mixi anglosaxit aina virnuilee kyynelten lävize? Typerä maneeri. Onxe urheaa? Urhea kuolee 2000 kuolemaa muttei näytä sitä, sanoi Ernest Hemingway. Että jenkeissä on sairas meininki. Mutta kyllä pikku Suomi tulee perästä. Elintasokuilun kasvaessa täältäkin alkaa löytyä lasten ja muiden ruumiinosien myymälöitä ja roistoilulle sopivia slummeja. Neekereistä ja suurialaisista matuista sopii aloitella. We've got the coolest jobs.
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 499: The ´definiteness´ of a genre classification leads the reader to expect a series of formal stimuli--martial encounters, complex similes, an epic voice--to which his response is more or less automatic; the hardness of the Christian myth predetermines his sympathies; the union of the two allows the assumption of a comfortable reading experience in which conveniently labelled protagonists act out rather simple roles in a succession of familiar situations. The reader is prepared to hiss the devil off the stage and applaud the pronouncements of a partisan and somewhat human deity . . . . But of course this is not the case; no sensitive reading of Paradise Lost tallies with these expectations, and it is my contention that Milton ostentatiously calls them up in order to provide his reader with the shock of their disappointment. This is not to say merely that Milton communicates a part of his meaning by a calculated departure from convention; every poet does that; but that Milton consciously wants to worry his reader, to force him to doubt the correctness of his responses, and to bring him to the realization that his inability to read the poem with any confidence in his own perception is its focus.
xxx/ellauri404.html on line 360: The Sayings Gospel Q is notable for lacking an account of Jesus' death. It is surprising that one early Christian document is apparently so indifferent to an event which plays a profound role in others (e.g., Romans, Mark). Maybe it wasn't so notable after all. And of course there are only rather short quotes from the cross (Sorry but these guys haven't got a clue, John this is your mom, mom this is your son John, Welcome to dine with me upstairs after these messages, lama sabakhthani, I hereby give up my ghost, anything else?) Seneca was Christ's contemporary and Epictetus 20 years younger. These kind of snappy quotes were much in vogue then.
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 1250: Sorry Unknown, no anonymous posts are allowed here
xxx/ellauri417.html on line 546: This is a sequel to 2020's The Morning Star, right? I must have asked myself that at least a dozen times during the first several hundred pages of "The Wolves of Eternity," because it's not at all apparent. At 666 pages, "The Morning Star" was stuffed full of characters. "The Wolves of Eternity," at 800 pages, is really only concerned with two, neither of whom was featured in the previous book. It's not until more than 700 pages in — 700! — that the same star appears in the sky, equally befuddling the characters of this second book. Up until that point, though, "The Wolves of Eternity" feels like it exists in an entirely separate universe from that first one. I'm sorry to say, that's not a good thing. This is the eighth work of fiction I've read by Karl Ove Knausgård, who, following the second entry in his "My Struggle" series, quickly became one of my favorite authors. I loved all six books in that series, and I loved the first entry in this one, the aforementioned "Morning Star." But this? This book feels as soggy as that one felt crisp. Insipid and light whereas that book felt meaningful and weighty. The first book is a thriller of the best sort, a Dostoevsky-like work full of moral dilemmas and gothic horror. This one feels meandering and pointless. An incredibly taxing number of words to no real purpose. If this had been the first book in the series, it would have been my last. Only because the first one was so good will I carry on and read the third part when it's released, but I'll do so warily, much less inclined to forgive than I was going into this one. I mentioned that while "The Morning Star" contained a whole plethora of characters, this one contains only two. Or maybe 2 1/2. There's a barely formed writer character who suddenly begins to be featured toward the end. We're even treated to one of her essays, although "treated" would be the wrong word. It's a bore. Otherwise, "The Wolves of Eternity" rotates entirely around two characters. We spend the first 450 or pages with Syvert in Norway, and 250 or so with Alevtina in Russia before flipping back to Syvert and then back again. It takes a good long while — i.e. 600+ pages — before we learn how these characters are connected but it doesn't really matter because neither one is particularly likable. Knausgård's writing around Syvert is better, which makes this part of the book slightly more readable (not that that's saying much) but Syvert still comes off as something of a charmless oaf. Alevtina, meanwhile, is even more unlikable. Prone to making rash emotional decisions, she's one of the more frustrating characters I've come across. I didn't like her part of the story at all, despite its arguably more interesting setting, and I was very eager to leave her behind. Another real axe I have to grind here concerns Martin Aitken's translation. It's terrible. Like, distractingly bad. For whatever reason, Aitken translates the entire book into what feels like British cockney. Why would a book set in Norway and Russia and consisting entirely of Norwegian and Russian characters have those characters — particularly Syvert — speaking like they're from East London? It doesn't make sense and it is never less than enraging. A book by a major literary star that feels like it was translated specifically for those who like their English in cockney? Why? The awful translation undoubtedly colored my view of the book, as I couldn't help but view Syvert as a lost character from Burgess' "Clockwork Orange." How did this milquetoast Alex DeLarge find himself in a Knausgård novel? I'm not sure I made it clear earlier, but I am a massive Knausgård fan. Truly. But this, for me, is a serious misfire. Perhaps, when the series is laid to rest, this second entry will be redeemed by dint of what comes after, but such redemption would be a miraculous turnaround — tantamount to the appearance of a huge new star in the sky. For now, though, I have to condemn this book not for being such a letdown, but simply for being such a massively dull book on its own. Bloated. Tired. Rudderless. A waterlogged corpse of a book.
xxx/ellauri436.html on line 394: Mortimer Adler was married twice and had four children, no 2. He married Helen Boynton in 1927. They adopted Mark and Michael in 1938 and 1940, respectively. They divorced in 1960. In 1963, Adler married Caroline Pring sorry Sage, his junior by thirty-four years; they had two children, Douglas and Philip. Ei tyttöjä, kaikexi onnexi.
xxx/ellauri436.html on line 411: Aja takaisin PBSään Helen oops Caroline sorry Bill! Mulle tuli just 6 suurta ajatusta!
xxx/ellauri436.html on line 412: Filosofi-kirjailija Mortimer J. Adler, joka väittää, että "filosofia on kaikkien asia", liittyy toimittaja Billie Myersin sorry Bill Moyersin seuraan viikoittaisessa tunnissa ilmestyvässä Six Great Ideas -ohjelmassa.
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xxx/ellauri446.html on line 96: This is totally wrong of course. Jesus is the life, the truth and the way. The only way in fact. And there's max 2 lives each. It is not hard to know which witch is which. Sorry.
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