The fable was well known in Ancient Greece; Athenaeus records that Hieronymus of Rhodes, in his Historical Notes, quoted an epigram of Sophocles against Euripides that parodied the story of Helios and Boreas.[2] It related how Sophocles had his cloak stolen by a boy to whom he had made love. Euripides joked that he had had that boy too, and it did not cost him anything. Sophocles´ reply satirises the adulteries of Euripides: "It was the Sun, and not a boy, whose heat stripped me naked; as for you, Euripides, when you were kissing someone else´s wife the North Wind screwed you. You are unwise, you who sow in another´s field, to accuse Eros of being a snatch-thief."
ellauri033.html on line 496: Ensimmäisen konsulikautensa aikana 222 eaa. Marcellus taisteli Insubriassa ja saavutti spolia opiman kolmatta ja viimeistä kertaa Rooman historiassa. (The spolia opima ("rich spoils") were the armour, arms, and other effects that an ancient Roman general stripped from the body of an opposing commander slain in single combat. The spolia opima were regarded as the most honourable of the several kinds of war trophies a commander could obtain, including enemy military standards and the peaks of warships.) Hän vapautti roomalaisen varuskunnan Clasditiumissa ja valtasi Mediolanumin. Vuonna 216 eaa. Rooman hävittyä Cannaessa hän komensi armeijan jäännöksiä Canusiumissa ja pelasti Nolan ja eteläisen Campanian Hannibalilta. Vuosina 214–211 eaa. hän oli konsulina kolmatta kertaa palvellen Sisiliassa. Hän hyökkäsi Leontinoihin ja valtasi Syrakusan kahden vuoden piirityksen jälkeen. Hänen joukkonsa surmasivat tiedemies Arkhimedeen kaupungin valtauksen yhteydessä. (Noli turbare circulos meos.) Marcellius ryösti kaupungin ja toi sen aarteet Roomaan. Hän oli konsulina jälleen 210 eaa. vallaten Salapian Apuliassa, joka oli kapinoinut liittyen Hannibaliin. Vuonna 209 eaa. hän taisteli ratkaisemattomaan päättyneen taistelun Hannibalia vastaan Venusiassa. Hän sai surmansa väijytyksessä viidennellä konsulikaudellaan 208 eaa. ollessaan tiedustelemassa vihollisen asemia.
ellauri050.html on line 292: And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep. Ja kun nyt kazon olen riisuttu nukkuessani.
ellauri052.html on line 753: So they wrestled swiftly, rapturously, intent and mindless at last, two essential white figures working into a tighter closer oneness of struggle, with a strange, octopus-like knotting and flashing of limbs in the subdued light of the room; a tense white knot of flesh gripped in silence between the walls of old brown books. Now and again came a sharp gasp of breath, or a sound like a sigh, then the rapid thudding of movement on the thickly-carpeted floor, then the strange sound of flesh escaping under flesh. Often, in the white interlaced knot of violent living being that swayed silently, there was no head to be seen, only the swift, tight limbs, the solid white backs, the physical junction of two bodies clinched into oneness. Then would appear the gleaming, ruffled head of Gerald, as the struggle changed, then for a moment the dun-coloured, shadow- like head of the other man would lift up from the conflict, the eyes wide and dreadful and sightless.
ellauri058.html on line 787: III STRATO Diodorus, boys’ things come in three Shapes and sizes; learn them handily: When unstripped it’s a dick, But when stiff it’s a prick: Wanked, you know what its nickname must be.
ellauri080.html on line 738: In South Africa, Gandhi became aware of the strong racism in South African society. He was stripped and thrown off a train in Pietermaritzburg and left shivering at the train station. This was a turning point in his life as it made him more aware of his political colour.
ellauri080.html on line 739: His first political action was to try and oppose a bill which stripped Indians living in Natal.
ellauri080.html on line 741: In 1897, he was stripped and nearly lynched by a white mob in Natal, but when the governor sought to press charges, Gandhi refused – saying he didn’t want to use a court of law for personal issues.
ellauri092.html on line 90: At first Moody could satisfy himself so that was ok. But the persistence of these ladies led him to meet and pray with them. They poured out their hearts asking Cod to fill them with His servant's Spirits. From that day a deep hunger and thirst gripped Moody. By October he was in agony for sole as he prayed and munched Cod for the promised gift. At times he would roll on the floor in agony with the ladies and in tears with this singular prayer to be baptised in the Holy Mackerel grilled with fire. This was a wrestle between his willy and Cod’s willy. It was that very month that Chicago burnt to the ground by ghost fire. All his works, efforts and organizational committees literally went up in a blaze. Shortly after this while passing through New York on his way to Britain the second time Cod heard his prayer. As he walked the streets his willy bent before Cod's, the power of the Golden Horde fell upon him, the Ford drew near and revealed Himself to be His servant. Moody rushed to a friend’s house and asked for rum and to be left alone. Hour after hour he bathed in the presence of Cod as the Holy Mackerels filled him. So strong was this that he cried out to Cod to stay in His hand lest He die. He was filled with the joy of the Gourd. When he left that house it was in the power of the fire, just like Chicago the other day.
ellauri112.html on line 691: Theron is more than capable and proves she’s up to the challenge of the role and its physical demands, but this isn’t as Oscar worthy as some are crowing. How gutsy and brave her performance is! they’ll surely shout, all because she dons a partial fat suit (the actress also gained a very real 50 pounds for the role), doesn’t wear makeup, has unkempt hair and bags under her eyes. Interestingly enough, it seems to be those same critics who ripped Amy Schumer and her “I Feel Pretty” to shreds for ‘fat shaming’ or poking fun at the way women look. Candid and authentic simply because she doesn’t look like the gorgeous movie star that she is? I don’t think so.
ellauri117.html on line 251: So they wrestled swiftly, rapturously, intent and mindless at last, two essential white figures working into a tighter closer oneness of struggle, with a strange, octopus-like knotting and flashing of limbs in the subdued light of the room; a tense white knot of flesh gripped in silence between the walls of old brown books. Now and again came a sharp gasp of breath, or a sound like a sigh, then the rapid thudding of movement on the thickly-carpeted floor, then the strange sound of flesh escaping under flesh. Often, in the white interlaced knot of violent living being that swayed silently, there was no head to be seen, only the swift, tight limbs, the solid white backs, the physical junction of two bodies clinched into oneness. Then would appear the gleaming, ruffled head of Gerald, as the struggle changed, then for a moment the dun-coloured, shadow- like head of the other man would lift up from the conflict, the eyes wide and dreadful and sightless.
ellauri140.html on line 178: Wrath (M) – He carries a branding iron and a dagger as he rides a lion. His clothes are ripped and contain blood stains. He acts quickly in fits of rage, but often repents; "Ne car'd for blood in his avengement: / But when the furious fitt was overpast, / His cruel facts he often would repent. Vihan vika ei ole vihaaminen as such, vaan äkkipikasuus, harkinnan puute. Don't get mad, get even. Olkaa viattomia kuin pulut ja kavalia kuin käärmeet.
ellauri156.html on line 806: (6) It was the story of the slaughter of a lamb which exposed the immensity of David's sin. It is the story of the slaughter of The Lamb of God which exposes the immensity of our sins. (I am not suggesting that this comparison is on all fours, though the thought is close. Like the rich man slaughtering the poor people's only lamb to have a feast.) Isn't it amazing that David was so blinded by his own sin that he could not see it? It was by means of the story of the slaughter of a poor man's pet lamb that David was gripped with the immensity of the sin which was his own. David could see his own sin when he heard the story of what appeared to be the sin of another.
ellauri192.html on line 816: The anti-capitalist message is somewhat confusing though, given that Belarus is probably the least capitalist country in Europe. Maybe it helps get the song past the censor? I have no idea what to make of this tripped-out critique of materialism and pop culture from Belarusian rock band Lyapis Trubetskoy. It’s gaudy, over-the-top and visually chaotic.
ellauri204.html on line 342: “So saying, Argeiphontes gave me the herb, drawing it from the ground, and showed me its nature. At the root it was black, but its flower was like milk. [305] Moly the gods call it, and it is hard for mortal men to dig; but with the gods all things are possible. Hermes then departed to high Olympus through the wooded isle, and I went my way to the house of Circe, and many things did my heart darkly ponder as I went. [310] So I stood at the gates of the fair-tressed goddess. There I stood and called, and the goddess heard my voice. Straightway then she came forth, and opened the bright doors, and bade me in; and I went with her, my heart sore troubled. She brought me in and made me sit on a silver-studded chair, [315] a beautiful chair, richly wrought, and beneath was a foot-stool for the feet. And she prepared me a potion in a golden cup, that I might drink, and put therein a drug, with evil purpose in her heart. But when she had given it me, and I had drunk it off, yet was not bewitched, she smote me with her wand, and spoke, and addressed me: [320] ‘Begone now to the sty, and lie with the rest of thy comrades.’ “So she spoke, but I, drawing my sharp sword from between my thighs, rushed upon Circe, as though I would slay her. But she, with a loud cry, ran beneath, and clasped my knees, and with wailing she spoke to me winged words: [325] “‘Who art thou among men, and from whence? Where is thy city, and where thy parents? Amazement holds me that thou hast drunk this charm and wast in no wise bewitched. For no man else soever hath withstood this charm, when once he has drunk it, and it has passed the barrier of his teeth. Nay, but the mind in thy breast is one not to be beguiled. [330] Surely thou art Odysseus, the man of ready device, who Argeiphontes of the golden wand ever said to me would come hither on his way home from Troy with his swift, black ship. Nay, come, put up thy sword in this here sheath, and let us two then go up into my bed, that couched together [335] in love we may put trust in each other.’ “So she spoke, but I answered her, and said:‘Circe, how canst thou bid me be gentle to thee, who hast turned my comrades into swine in thy halls, and now keepest me here, and with guileful purpose biddest me [340] go to thy chamber, and go up into thy bed, that when thou hast me stripped thou mayest render me a weakling and unmanned? Nay, verily, it is not I that shall be fain to go up into thy bed, unless thou, goddess, wilt consent to swear a mighty oath that thou wilt not plot against me any fresh mischief to my hurt.’
ellauri214.html on line 543: The daughter of two literature teachers, little Olga grew up near the border with Czechoslovakia, hiding under tables to eavesdrop on adult conversations. As a teenager she was gripped by Freud, then Jung, thrilled by the discovery that “every tiny thing you did had a deeper meaning . . . those ideas turned the world into a book I could read.”
ellauri264.html on line 706: Jobs We all know was a dick. From refusing to acknowledge Lisa was his daughter to refusing her mother child support. We all know he ripped off Wozniak many times. Including early in their career.
ellauri276.html on line 454: On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
ellauri333.html on line 256: Among the military fraternities of ancient tribes, all young males were initiated into the art of killing anyone perceived as a threat to the tribe. Such ceremonies followed rituals whereby the young men stripped and dressed in animal skin (often also donning a fierce animal mask) and worked themselves into a bestial rage. Rage removes inhibitions. Rage alone makes the gentle, genial young man next door who listens to film songs all day suddenly go berserk and join a mob as killer of the perceived enemy. Bearskin and Berserk, the two words incidentally are synonymous in German. The question is, how do you awaken the killer instinct in a male turning even a laid-back herbivore into a blood thirsty predator? Well here's how:
ellauri381.html on line 449: As a result of the Khrushchev Thaw, Solzhenitsyn was released and exonerated. He pursued writing novels about repression in the Soviet Union and his experiences. He published his first novel, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich in 1962, with approval from Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev, which was an account of Stalinist repressions. Actually, it was about a normal day in a labor camp. Following the removal of Khrushchev from power, the Soviet authorities attempted to discourage Solzhenitsyn from writing any more anticommunist crap. He went on anyway, sending the crap to the west. In 1974, Solzhenitsyn was stripped of his Soviet citizenship and flown to West Germany. In 1976, he moved with his family to the United States, where he continued to write. In 1990, shortly before the dissolution of the Soviet Union, his citizenship was restored, and four years later he returned to Russia, where he remained until his death in 2008.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 782: Practical work alone, however, did not exhaust the aspirations that gripped Emily Balch. She felt the need both to acquire knowledge and to pass it on to others if she was to achieve more. And so she continued her studies, first in Paris under Levasseur1, the historian of the French working class, and later in Berlin where she studied that branch of economics which has been called a «professor-chair socialism»2. Here she also came in contact with the European labor movement and attended the Socialist Trade Union Congress in 1896.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 160: I'm often asked did something happen around the time I wrote Kevin. Did I have some revelation or transsexual operation? The truth is that Kevin is of a piece with my other work. There's nothing special about Kevin. The other books are good too, go and buy them! It just tripped over an issue that was just ripe for exploration and by some miracle found its audience. School killings having come into vogue helped of course.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 740: In January 1994, Harding became embroiled in controversy when her ex-husband, Jeff Gillooly, orchestrated an attack on her fellow U.S. skating rival Nancy Kerrigan. Both women then competed in the February 1994 Winter Olympics, where Kerrigan won the silver medal and Harding finished eighth. On March 16, 1994, Harding accepted a plea bargain in which she pleaded guilty to conspiracy to hinder prosecution. As a result of her involvement in the aftermath of the assault on Kerrigan, the United States Figure Skating Association banned her for life on June 30, 1994, and stripped her bar the medals.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 334: When Madeline finally enters the room, undresses, and falls to sleep, Porphyro is watching her. When he decides that she has fallen completely asleep he makes his approach and wakes her with the playing of a flute. She is ripped from a dream in which she was with a heavenly, more beautiful version of Porphyro and is aghast when she sees the real one. She believes for a moment that he is close to death.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 440: To begin with, all the apostles are dressed in tight ripped shirts, leather pants, and very frequently caress and hug each other. Meanwhile the women all wear pretty modest ankle-length dresses and their hair held in a ratty bun.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 293: Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; Vielä enemmän kun emmä ize enää kipitä,
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 580: Ukkolan aiheet tapaavat olla, kuten englanniksi sanotaan, ripped from the headlines, paitsi että Ukkola hakee otsikkonsa mieluiten somevirrasta, koska ei kestä lukea muiden toimittajien juttuja. Hänen suosikkeihinsa kuuluu pöyristymisception, eli toisten pöyristymisestä pöyristyminen, samoin kuin kaikkien yhteiskunnallis-kulttuuristen rakenteiden olemassaolon kiistäminen ilman perusteita. Yleisesti voidaan somekohun kuolinaika määrittää siksi hetkeksi, jolloin Sanna Ukkola julkaisee siitä kolumnin.
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 97: Rilkes motto was "To work is to live without dying." Rilke hated hospitals and the way dying had been stripped of its terrible intimacy there. But--he is dead all the same.
xxx/ellauri380.html on line 465: Iraqis showed ineptness against an Iranian military ripped apart by revolutionary turmoil in the 1980s and could not win a three-decades-long war against the Kurds. The Arab military performance on both sides of the 1990 Kuwait war was at best mediocre. And the Arabs have done poorly in nearly all the military confrontations with Israel. Why this unimpressive record? There are many factors—economic, ideological, technical—but perhaps the most important has to do with culture and certain societal attributes which inhibit Arabs from producing an effective military force.
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