xxx/ellauri010.html on line 65: Power´s base purveyors, who for pickings prowl, vallan halvat meklarit, jotka nyysii jätteitä,
xxx/ellauri068.html on line 129: Azamat abandons Borat, taking his passport, all of their money, and their bear. Borat's truck runs out of fuel, and he begins to hitchhike to California. He is soon picked up by drunken fraternity brothers from the University of South Carolina. On learning the reason for his trip, they show him the Pam and Tommy sex tape which reveals that she is not a virgin. Despondent, Borat burns the Baywatch booklet and, by mistake, his return ticket to Kazakhstan.
xxx/ellauri076.html on line 227: And when I pick up a sandwich to munch Ja kun mä otan ja alan mutustella sämpylää
xxx/ellauri076.html on line 271: And when i pick up a sandwich to munch Ja kun mä alan mutustella sämpylää
xxx/ellauri084.html on line 807: It is quickly clear that Ethan has deep feelings for Zeena's cousin Mattie. Zeena understandably resents them. Zeena's treasured pickle dish breaks. Ethan goes into town to buy glue for the broken pickle dish. Zeena uses it to cement her determination to send Mattie away.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 214: This same sensibility is coming to a bookstore near you. Because who is the appropriator par excellence, really? Who assumes other people’s voices, accents, patois, and distinctive idioms? Who literally puts words into the mouths of people different from themselves? Who dares to get inside the very heads of strangers, who has the chutzpah to project thoughts and feelings into the minds of others, who steals their very souls? Who is a professional kidnapper? Who swipes every sight, smell, sensation, or overheard conversation like a kid in a candy store, and sometimes take notes the better to purloin whole worlds? Who is the premier pickpocket of the arts? The fiction writer, that’s who. Yes, she is a real piece of shit more often than not. I know, I've been there.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 224: This same reviewer recapitulated Cleave’s obligation “to show that he’s representing [the girl], rather than exploiting her.” Again, a false dichotomy. Unlike Kingsley Amis and his dad, we well-to-do white Americans can do both. America is a representative democracy, after all. We represent, y'all just stick to picking the cotton.
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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. …
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 560: Nike weathered 2019 relatively unscathed, even landing among the top 15 analyst picks among the Dow.
xxx/ellauri121.html on line 289: Peggy kävi kotikoulua. Sen vanhemmat pakkas sen selkäreppuun lähtiessään mezään hyönteisjahtiin. Perhosten nappaajat. She only attended full-time school at eight, in Toronto. Readers of Cat's Eye (1988), a chilling account of the lasting damage of childhood bullying, might expect that these years were problematic, but apart from a fleeting reference to "a horrific Grade 4 teacher" there is no suggestion that Atwood was especially unhappy, though she did recently write that "I was now faced with real life, in the form of other little girls - their prudery and snobbery, their Byzantine social life based on whispering and vicious gossip, and an inability to pick up earthworms without wriggling all over and making mewing noises like a kitten". Mä koitin opettaa Helmiä olemaan inhoomatta matoja 2-vuotiaana. Inhoo se niitä kuitenkin vaikkon biologi. Ja Seija ei voi sietää käärmeitä, se näkee kuumina öinä niistä unia. KKK-äijät marssi kadulla 20-luvulla kuin kihomadot. Niitä kiemurteli valkoisina ruskeiden kiekuroiden kimpussa kakkapotassa kun oltiin pieniä.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 776: One of the first things Nabokov makes a point of saying is that, despite John Ray Jr.'s claim in the Foreword, there is no moral to the story. Nabokov concludes the afterword with a reference to his beloved first language, which he abandoned as a writer once he moved to the United States in 1940: "My private tragedy, which cannot, and indeed should not, be anybody's concern, is that I had to abandon my natural idiom, my untrammeled, rich, and infinitely docile Russian language for a second-rate brand of English." Alas, that 'wonderful Russian language' which, I imagined, still awaits me somewhere, which blooms like a faithful spring behind the locked gate to which I, after so many years, still possess the key, turned out to be non-existent, and there is nothing beyond that gate, except for some burned out stumps and hopeless autumnal emptiness, and the key in my hand looks rather like a lock pick. Or floppy prick."
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 392: “XYZ meal from Seamless is arriving at your apartment/house in 15 minutes. Enjoy.” Another option is to Venmo them enough to cover a pick-me-up lunch or coffee.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 249: And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page Ja vaikken mä valkannut päivää lehden kääntämiseen
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 801: "What I really don't like—there are certain girls that like us, or like me, who are really messed up... and they do not need to be—they're very young—and they do not need to be taken and raped, or filmed having enema contests... going out into the audience and picking up fourteen and fifteen-year-old girls who obviously cut themselves, and then having to see them in the morning... it's just uncool."
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 242: He soon met the family of the new dean, Henry Liddell (1811–1898) who was married to Lorina Reeve (1825-1910). It was the beginning of a long relationship with the Liddell family. It is precisely on April 25, 1856 that he saw for the first time Alice Pleasance Liddell (May 4, 1852 – November 16, 1934), that would become his favorite Liddell girl. He was quite fond of photography and he often photographed the three Liddell sisters (among the many photographs he took in his life, there is a particularly important number of little girls). He also went several times on a boat trip on the Thames with the girls to pick-nick, on which occasion he would tell a story, generally improvised to amuse the girls.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 36: A: Young girls have picked them everyone.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 101: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho—all of his spiritual writings are amazing. I picked this one because the story was closest to my own spiritual journey.
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I think I picked the wrong book.
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 219: Gloria Grey was born Maria Dragomanovich in Portland, Oregon in 1909. She was educated in San Francisco, California. Her career was spent chiefly during the 1920s in Hollywood, and the 1940s in Argentina. She was given praise for her starring role in the 1924 adaptation of Gene Stratton-Porter's A Girl of the Limberlost, which garnered her the honor of being selected as one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars in 1924. She also sang Jingo etc kneeling beside two black-and-white kids in a tub, (but not the juicy parts), and alleged got arrested because of indecency. Grey was found deceased in bed at her mother's home in Hollywood, California on November 22, 1947, having succumbed to a two-month bout of influenza. She was survived by her husband, Argentine magazine editor Ramón Romero, and their daughter, whose name is unmentionable. 'Oh By Jingo' sung by Gloria Grey (colorized) Shortly Before Her Arrest...(Allegedly). "I din't know there were nude kids in the tub, a black male and a white female in fact." The little pickaninny boy looks slightly shocked.
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 288: This was the second defibrillator he'd had after the first had to be replaced. Philip's original defibrillator had pride of place on the kitchen table. When he first handed it to me, I had no idea what it was and palmed the smooth metal disc in my hand. I almost dropped it when he started laughing and told me its original purpose. Over time, I came to appreciate it too and when I was alone in the kitchen, I often picked it up and held it in my hand. We called each other Toots. I found out Philip died when a friend called me at work. I swivelled around in my office chair and googled Philip Roth. There he was on the front page of The New York Times. Dead.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 160: Vaikutteita Bataillen ajattelusta löytyy ainakin G. W. F. Hegeliltä, Sigmund Freudilta, Karl Marxilta, Marcel Maussilta, Markiisi de Sadelta, Alexandre Kojèvelta ja erityisesti Friedrich Nietzscheltä. Hänkin oli kiinnostunut Kaukoidän ja Amerikan alkuperäiskansojen pickaninnyistä kuten ystävämme Erikson.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 430: Judas is extremely bothered by Jesus's tolerance for letting Mary Magdalene "kiss you and stroke your hair" and consistently picks fights with her when they're both onstage. Thematically, his problem with Mary is that she represents the degradation he perceives Christ as having fallen into, but it's easy to read jealousy into the dynamic.
xxx/ellauri169.html on line 154: As Walt became more successful, he lost touch with his overworked and undercompensated employees, who eventually started to rebel against him. Even Art Babbitt—one of Walt's closest friends and allies and the man who drew Goofy—stood up to Walt. But Walt didn't want to hear the criticism, and he fired Babbitt. Matters only got worse, when in 1941, 200 of Walt's employees picketed outside the studio.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 664: Nitpicking, Differences are merely semantic.
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 390: “The bourgeois appreciates?” Papa laughed big and drank his grappa and picked up the walking stick. The two Americans sat drinking their grappas at the bar. One had taped up glasses and the other had messy grey-flaked hair. The one with the glasses listened closely. The other just drank.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 621: Another bit of imaginative projection upon James’ life can be found in Ernest Hemingway’s letters. This novelist, on learning that Brooks had written that James was “prevented by an accident from taking part in the Civil War,” immediately incorporated this into his nearly finished novel, The Sun Also Rises. In Chapter 12, Jake Barnes refers to his World War I accident, and Gorton says, “That’s the sort of thing that can’t be spoken of. That’s what you ought to work up into a mystery. Like Henry’s bicycle.” Barnes replies it wasn’t a bicycle; “he was riding horseback.” (In his memoirs, James spoke of having had a “horrid” but “obscure hurt.” He had strained his back during a stable fire while serving as a volunteer fireman.) Hemingway had originally inserted James’ name in the novel, but Scribner’s editor, Maxwell Perkins, vetoed this. Hemingway insisted. They finally compromised on the “Henry” alone. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote to Brooks, “Why didn’t you touch more on James’ impotence (physical) and its influence?” The castration theme was picked up by R.P. Blackmur, Glenway Wescott, Lionel Trilling, and F.O. Matthiessen in their critical writings.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 627: And then, Novick gives himself away. He writes in another footnote that Holmes was someone with whom James “might have been intimate.” “Might have been”? There’s incertitude for you. My surmise is that Novick is trying to support his hypothesis of James’ initial sexual experience, and that he picks the name handiest to him. Why not James’ closer friends, John LaFarge or Thomas Perry? Novick seems to want to link his two subjects. It is clear the homosexuality doesn’t bother him. He simply wants us to know that James was a sexual man and a loving person. Biographers often develop strange attachments to their subjects. (Indeed!)
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 837: I’ve ’ad my pickin’ o’ sweethearts, On mulla ollut nippu mirrejä,
xxx/ellauri183.html on line 78: His deep belief that one should live morally crashed into his premise that one should live fully. Yep, I bet he did shag his coeds. Janna Malamud Smith is the author of An Absorbing Errand: How Artisz and Crafzmen Make Their Way to Mastery; A Potent Spell: Mother Love and the Power of Fear; and Private Matters: In Defense of the Personal Life. Her titles have been New York Times Notable Boox and A Potent Spell was a Barnes and Noble "Discover Great New Writers" pick. She has written for the New York Times, the Boston Globe, and the Threepenny Review, among other publications. A practicing psychotherapist, she lives with her husband and two children in Massachusetz.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 303: A sergeant named Galovitch, a member of Holmes' boxing team, picks a fight with Prewitt. The fight is reported to Holmes who observes without intervening. Holmes is about to punish Prewitt again, but when he is told that Galovitch started the fight, Holmes lets him off the hook. The regimental commander observes Holmes' conduct and, after an investigation, orders his resignation in lieu of a court martial. Holmes' replacement, Captain Ross, reprimands the other NCOs, demotes Galovitch to Private, and affirms that there will be no more promotions through boxing.
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 290: But the Russians and the Russian economy have been picked bare by the West. Our Ponzi scheme requires a constant stream of new victims.
xxx/ellauri212.html on line 229: Snart, o Milon, är jag på elfte dagen för pickad.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 129: Roth was always a performer. As a student actor, he played Happy Loman in “Death of a Salesman,” the shepherd in “Oedipus Rex,” and the ragpicker in “The Madwoman of Chaillot.” After reading Thomas Mann’s novella “Mario and the Magician” and getting a chance to lecture in a lit-crit course, Roth decided that he’d become a professor. Maybe he’d write, too.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 465: President of the sanitation workers’ union John Delury was jailed. Mayor Lindsay asked other unions, including District Council 37 of the American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees, the city’s largest public employee union, to provide scabs and have their members pick up the garbage. In solidarity with the striking workers, other city workers refused.
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 520: Because the girls have promised them a "special treat", which Fred and Barney take to mean sexual intercourse, the men are desperate to retrieve their car. The duo begins retracing their steps in an attempt to discover where they left the car. Along the way, they encounter a transgender stripper, a belligerent speaker box operator at a Chinese restaurant's drive-through, two tattoos they discover on each other's backs, UFO cultists led by Zoltan (who later hold the twins hostage), a Cantonese-speaking Chinese tailor, the Zen-minded Nelson and his cannabis-loving dog Jackal, beautiful Christie Boner, her aggressive jock boyfriend Tommy and his friends, a couple of hard-nosed police detectives, and a reclusive French ostrich named Pierre. They also meet two groups of aliens, one group being five gorgeous women, the other being two Norwegian men, searching for the "Continuum Transfunctioner": an extraterrestrial device that the boys accidentally picked up last night.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 375: Recently, chanting Walt Whitman to himself at night—he describes Whitman as “our repressed voice,” a loosener and liberator whose fearlessness embraces every living moment—Bloom brought forth an almost feverish recollection from over 70 years ago. There was a young lady of 17 with lustrous long red hair. They were students at Cornell and took long walks together, picking apples that she would transform into a delicious applejack. And then, as with his mother, Bloom stops. We learn nothing else about the girl, what transpired, did he score, or what this memory meant to him on this restless night. He has already moved on, to his infatuation with Proust’s “privileged moments” and “sudden ecstasies of revelation,” which bring back to Bloom his dead parents whom he misses dearly.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 379: Ultimately Bloom cannot change into anything other than who he has always been—masterful and monstrous. He seems to sense he has moved out of favor in many circles but chooses not to dwell upon why. Instead, he continues as he always has: writing and teaching his handpicked “elite” students at Yale—part of the unique arrangement he has made with the university. He has led a long, cloistered, and entitled life. The aloneness he described as a child seems to have shrouded his adult life as well. I wonder if he questions this aloneness in his darkest moments. I would guess that he does not dwell too deeply upon it, perhaps afraid of answers he doesn’t wish to confront.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 401: His ambition to synthesize America was expressed in The Bridge (1930), intended to be an uplifting counter to Eliot's The Waste Land. The Brooklyn Bridge is both the poem's central symbol and its poetic starting point. He kinda wanted to pick up where Wilt with is Brooklyn Ferry got off the boat.
xxx/ellauri227.html on line 481: Nyzaa riittää tätä patriarkaattia! Olemme ninjabarbeja, tai barbininjoja, take your pick.
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/ellauri229.html on line 444: Another choice some people won’t agree with, but I let the post-death Elvira in, why be afraid to take the same step in the opposite direction? It’s a puzzle this book, and it would be a shame to attempt to unpick it for anyone who’s not yet had the joy of swimming in its paradoxical, philosophical, intoxicating waters. It’s sometimes been called a grown-up Alice In Wonderland and that seems close enough. It’s a great treat for the enquiring teenager (or any) mind, especially an enquiring mind not in search of anything specific. It’s a book that should be read twice, at least. And you’ll never look at a bicycle the same again.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 543: Brb received the enthusiastic support of a group of talented young designers from SOPSYPLABD, who invented brippets and gnools; these were announced with great fanfare, in ads which promised that the old pleasures of the palate and bed room would be like picking one´s nose in comparison with brip ping and gnooling; ecstasy centers, of course, were implanted in the brain, programmed specially by nerve path engineers and hooked up, moreover, in series. Thus were created the brippive
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xxx/ellauri235.html on line 479: Anti-Semitic sentiments appear in many of his stories, inspired by Jewish publishers who had turned down his work – sentiments for which he never really apologized. In 1983, he told a journalist, “There is a trait in the Jewish character that does provoke animosity. I mean there’s always a reason why anti-anything crops up anywhere; even a stinker like Hitler didn’t just pick on them for no reason.”
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 569: 1947 kehrte Bukowski nach Los Angeles zurück und lernte die zehn Jahre ältere Jane Cooney Baker (1910–1962) kennen, mit der er bis Anfang der 1950er-Jahre zusammenlebte. During part of this period he continued living in Los Angeles, working at a margarine - no, a pickle factory for a short time but also spending some time roaming about the U.S., working sporadically like Donald Duck and staying in cheap rooming houses. Ab 1952, he took a job as a fill-in letter carrier with the United States Post Office Department in Los Angeles, but resigned just before he reached three years' service.
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xxx/ellauri259.html on line 207: Olen kristitty enkä hindu (sanoi joku kristitty, en muista mikä), koska kristinusko yksin tarjoaa vastuuvapauden synnistä ja kuolemasta Jumalan uhrin kautta. Synnin hinta on kallis. Hindulainen saa maksaa sen uudestisyntymisellä esim. punkixi, mutta kristinuskon vakuutus on tää Jumala, joka maksaa ihmiskunnalle, niin että synnytään parhaassa tapauxessa lokkina. Jumala hylättiin, Jumala tapettiin, Jumala nousi, Jumala vaaransi meidät vapaalla tahdolla, jotta voimme vapaasti vihata häntä, hylätä hänet tai valita hänet. Take your pick, mutta kärsi seurauxet. Olen hindu enkä kristitty, koska kristityt lähtivät 2 maailmansotaan toisia kristittyjä vastaan huolimatta muka yhteisistä pelisäännöuistä, sanoi joku hindu (en muista mikä).
xxx/ellauri265.html on line 442: There’s a lot of interest internationally, and what I’ve picked up is that everyone recognizes that America is particularly sick, that we’re worse off than other countries. But on the other hand, they see the signs in their own country. And so there’s a lot of interest in what’s happening in America, because it’s clear this could be a problem that many liberal democracies are going to face — or are beginning to face — in the social media age.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 348: Many argue that the pervasive nature of antisemitic tropes means the Gringotts goblins and their ilk do no harm. Most children watching the “Harry Potter” films wouldn’t have picked up on the reference. The British charity Campaign Against Antisemitism, for example, tweeted a statement arguing that there are “centuries of association of Jews with grotesque and malevolent creatures in folklore” and that “those who continue to use such representations are often not thinking of Jews at all” but are innocently thinking “of how readers or viewers will imagine goblins to look.”
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xxx/ellauri298.html on line 249: picking through The debris for hindsight. Relentless second guessing. Repeated
xxx/ellauri400.html on line 260: Sentään hyvä uutinen: suomalaisilta syntyy yhtä vähän lapsia kuin nälänhädän aikana. Lastentulon lopettaa liikalihavuus yhtä varmasti, ize asiassa varmemmin kuin nälkä. Läskit persut suutelevat sylikoirien ja kissojen pikku peppuja kuin kataarit. Perästä kuuluu enää ruskeita pickaninnyjä. Tuu tuu tupakkarulla, mistäs tiesit tänne tulla. Ainakaan et idästä, siellä on pian taas polkumiinoja.
xxx/ellauri442.html on line 136: Among more (though not quite anymore) contemporary philosophers, Foucault’s call is particularly impressively picked up by Mark C Taylor (2007) and Charles Taylor (2007).
xxx/ellauri465.html on line 294: Hughes turned into a major defense influencer. He is thought to have influenced a number of World War II fighters such as Battler Britton, the Mitsubishi A6M Zero, Focke-Wulf Fw 190, and F8F Bearcat. He had particular capabilities in high-performance integrated circuits, high-power lasers, antennas, networking, and smart materials. But he was better known for dating Katharine Hepburn. Hughes picked Ava Gardner up in Las Vegas and proceeded to Lake Mead to conduct qualifying tests. His average ground-speed over Ava was 18 km/h.
xxx/ellauri465.html on line 317: Hughes insisted on using tissues to pick up objects to insulate himself from germs. He would also notice dust, stains, or other imperfections on people's clothes and demand that they take care of them. He once saw two nipples on each of Jane Russell's breasts (total of 4). He also stored his urine in bottles. After Hughes left the Desert Inn, hotel employees discovered that his drapes had not been opened during the time he lived there and had rotted through. He contracted neurosyphilis eating too much banana nut icecream. There is still some banana nut ice cream left in the freezer.
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