ellauri048.html on line 1789: And round us all the thicket rang
ellauri051.html on line 758: moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, mokasiinit jaloissaan ja suuret paksut peitot olkapäillä,
ellauri051.html on line 900: 318 The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his axe, 318 Kannot seisovat paksuna aukion ympärillä, squatter iskee kirveellä syvään,
ellauri051.html on line 1379: 779 Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass, 779 Katson sisään Broadwayn ikkunoihin koko iltapäivän, litistäen nenäni paksua lasia vasten,
ellauri051.html on line 1785: 1173 Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, 1173 Ahtaat huuleni, paksut ihoni huokoset,
ellauri052.html on line 330: ... I think Mr Bellow is still a good-looking man. Slim but solid, with big Oriental eyes and probably a thick dick.
ellauri052.html on line 741: Gerald fastened the door and pushed the furniture aside. The room was large, there was plenty of space, it was thickly carpeted. Then he quickly threw off his clothes, and waited for Birkin. The latter, white and thin, came over to him. Birkin was more a presence than a visible object, Gerald was aware of him completely, but not really visually. Whereas Gerald himself was concrete and noticeable, a piece of pure final substance.
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.
ellauri052.html on line 828: `No? There you are, we are not alike. I'll put a dressing-gown on.' Birkin remained alone, looking at the fire. His mind had reverted to Ursula. She seemed to return again into his consciousness. Gerald came down wearing a gown of broad-barred, thick black-and-green silk, brilliant and striking.
ellauri061.html on line 493: her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
ellauri067.html on line 500: ...The first piece to provide substantial information about Pynchon´s personal life was a biographical account written by a former Cornell University friend, Jules Siegel, and published in Playboy magazine. In his article, Siegel reveals that Pynchon had a complex about his teeth and underwent extensive and painful reconstructive surgery, was nicknamed "Tom" at Cornell and attended Mass diligently, acted as best man at Siegel's wedding, and that he later also had an affair with Siegel's wife. Siegel recalls Pynchon saying he did attend some of Vladimir Nabokov's lectures at Cornell but that he could hardly make out what Nabokov was saying because of his thick Russian accent. Siegel also records Pynchon's commenting: "Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength", an observation borne out by the crankiness and zealotry that has attached itself to his name and work in subsequent years.
ellauri069.html on line 63: "My father regards the tray of pink cupcakes. Then he jams his thumb into each cupcake, into the top. Cupcake by cupcake. A thick smile spreads over the face of each cupcake." —Views of My Father Weeping (1969)
ellauri074.html on line 247: One way he would get people to do this is by making them do a firewalk over a bed of hot embers. Most people at his seminars normally thought that would be impossible. By showing them that they can walk on fire, it helped the attendees see that they had preconceived notions that weren’t true. (The trick is to wear thick-soled shoes with a huge carbon footprint.)
ellauri094.html on line 654: The body of Algernon Charles Swinburne’s poetry is so vast and varied that it is difficult to generalize about it. Swinburne wrote poetry for more than sixty years, and in that time he treated an enormous variety of subjects and employed many poetic forms and meters. He wrote English and Italian sonnets, elegies, odes, lyrics, dramatic monologues, ballads, and romances; and he experimented with the rondeau, the ballade, and the sestina. Much of this poetry is marked by a strong lyricism and a self-conscious, formal use of such rhetorical devices as alliteration, assonance, repetition, personification, and synecdoche. Swinburne’s brilliant self-parody, “Nephilidia,” hardly exaggerates the excessive rhetoric of some of his earlier poems. The early A Song of Italy would have more effectively conveyed its extreme republican sentiments had it been more restrained. As it is, content is too often lost in verbiage, leading a reviewer for The Athenaeum to remark that “hardly any literary bantling has been shrouded in a thicker veil of indefinite phrases.” A favorite technique of Swinburne is to reiterate a poem’s theme in a profusion of changing images until a clear line of development is lost. “The Triumph of Time” is an example. Here the stanzas can be rearranged without loss of effect. This poem does not so much develop as accrete. Clearly a large part of its greatness rests in its music. As much as any other poet, Swinburne needs to be read aloud. The diffuse lyricism of Swinburne is the opposite of the closely knit structures of John Donne and is akin to the poetry of Walt Whitman.
ellauri095.html on line 258: In the later decades of her life, Ms. Rossetti suffered from Graves' disease, diagnosed in 1872, suffering a near-fatal attack in the early 1870s. Graves' disease, also known as toxic diffuse goiter, is an autoimmune disease that affects the thyroid. It frequently results in and is the most common cause of hyperthyroidism. It also often results in an enlarged thyroid. Signs and symptoms of hyperthyroidism may include irritability, muscle weakness, sleeping problems, a fast heartbeat, poor tolerance of heat, diarrhea and unintentional weight loss. Other symptoms may include thickening of the skin on the shins, known as pretibial myxedema, and eye bulging, a condition caused by Graves´ ophthalmopathy. About 25 to 80% of people with the condition develop eye problems.
ellauri095.html on line 560: She to the black-about air, to the breaker, the thickly Ämmä huusi pimeään, vaahtopäihin, paxulti
ellauri100.html on line 618: Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; Sen oxat painavina ompuista
ellauri107.html on line 439: “Now you look here! The first thing you got to understand is that all this uplift and flipflop and settlement-work and recreation is nothing in God's world but the entering wedge for socialism. The sooner a man learns he isn't going to be coddled, and he needn't expect a lot of free grub and, uh, all these free classes and flipflop and doodads for his kids unless he earns 'em, why, the sooner he'll get on the job and produce—produce—produce! That's what the country needs, and not all this fancy stuff that just enfeebles the will-power of the working man and gives his kids a lot of notions above their class. And you—if you'd tend to business instead of fooling and fussing—All the time! When I was a young man I made up my mind what I wanted to do, and stuck to it through thick and thin, and that's why I'm where I am to-day, and—Myra! What do you let the girl chop the toast up into these dinky little chunks for? Can't get your fist onto 'em. Half cold, anyway!”
ellauri107.html on line 477: The Athletic Club building is nine stories high, yellow brick with glassy roof-garden above and portico of huge limestone columns below. The lobby, with its thick pillars of porous Caen stone, its pointed vaulting, and a brown glazed-tile floor like well-baked bread-crust, is a combination of cathedral-crypt and rathskeller. The members rush into the lobby as though they were shopping and hadn't much time for it. Thus did Babbitt enter, and to the group standing by the cigar-counter he whooped, “How's the boys? How's the boys? Well, well, fine day!”
ellauri107.html on line 487: They grinned and went into the Neronian washroom, where a line of men bent over the bowls inset along a prodigious slab of marble as in religious prostration before their own images in the massy mirror. Voices thick, satisfied, authoritative, hurtled along the marble walls, bounded from the ceiling of lavender-bordered milky tiles, while the lords of the city, the barons of insurance and law and fertilizers and motor tires, laid down the law for Zenith; announced that the day was warm-indeed, indisputably of spring; that wages were too high and the interest on mortgages too low; that Babe Ruth, the eminent player of baseball, was a noble man; and that “those two nuts at the Climax Vaudeville Theater this week certainly are a slick pair of actors.”
ellauri111.html on line 427: To repeat (get this into your thick skulls!): There is no amount of good deeds that you can do to get into heaven. The Bible teaches that if we could earn our way into heaven, then the Lord Jesus Christ died for nothing. Not the plan.
ellauri117.html on line 239: Gerald fastened the door and pushed the furniture aside. The room was large, there was plenty of space, it was thickly carpeted. Then he quickly threw off his clothes, and waited for Birkin. The latter, white and thin, came over to him. Birkin was more a presence than a visible object, Gerald was aware of him completely, but not really visually. Whereas Gerald himself was concrete and noticeable, a piece of pure final substance.
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.
ellauri117.html on line 326: `No? There you are, we are not alike. I'll put a dressing-gown on.' Birkin remained alone, looking at the fire. His mind had reverted to Ursula. She seemed to return again into his consciousness. Gerald came down wearing a gown of broad-barred, thick black-and-green silk, brilliant and striking.
ellauri119.html on line 766: Ayn Rand was short—squat, really. At the time I thought she might be a dwarf. She stood stout though with manly features. She spoke with a thick Russian accent and chain-smoked.
ellauri140.html on line 156: Whose wals were high, but nothing strong, nor thick, Jonka seinät oli korkeat, muttei vahvat eikä paxut,
ellauri140.html on line 423: Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout Sankimmassa pusikossa. Pulska mestari
ellauri143.html on line 1148: Tää ystävyys on taas sellanen missä esitetään presiis vastakkaisia neuvoja omalta kannalta ja vähän muidenkin kannalta. Muiden pitäis kyllä pysytellä mun ystävinä thru thick and thin, mutta mun on parasta valita ystävät tosi huolella ja dumpata tyhmät köyhät ja rumat joukosta kuin kuumat perunat. Ystävyydestä on tullut ihan fetischi nykyaikana. Ne ovat lähempänä kuin lähin puhelin, ja klaaniajan suku-ja heimositeitä ei enää tarvita. Kelassa on aina ystävä. Kaikki bunkkaavat omissa yhden hengen kopeissa ja tapaavat lähisukulaisia lähinnä jouluna. Vasta vanhana ne huomaavat, että veri on vettä sakeampaa. Vihreävetisiä ikätovereita kuolee ympäriltä kuin keiloja, eikä nuoret sukulaiset välitä. Niillä on omat ystävät.
ellauri156.html on line 537: Abner was the son of the witch of En-dor in Mordor, (Pirḳe R. El. xxxiii.), and the hero par excellence in the Haggadah (Yalḳ., Jer. 285; Eccl. R. on ix. 11; Ḳid. 49b). Conscious of his extraordinary strength, he exclaimed: "If I could only catch hold of the earth, I could shake it" (Yalḳ. l.c.)—a saying which parallels the famous utterance of Archimedes, "Had I a fulcrum, I could move the world." (Dote moi pa bo kai tan gan kino.) According to the Midrash (Eccl. R. l.c.) it would have been easier to move a wall six yards thick than one of the feet of Abner, who could hold the Israelitish army between his knees, and often did. Yet when his time came [date missing], Joab smote him. But even in his dying hour, Abner seized his foe's balls like a ball of thread, threatening to crush them. Then the Israelites came and pleaded for Joab's jewels, saying: "If thou crushest them his future kids shall be orphaned, and our women and all our belongings will become a prey to the Philistines." Abner answered: "What can I do? He has extinguished my light" (has wounded me fatally). The Israelites replied: "Entrust thy cause to the true judge [God]." Then Abner released his hold upon Joab's balls and fell dead to the ground (Yalḳ. l.c.).
ellauri156.html on line 784: If we look very very carefully at the Bible, we can see that it is a thick book with unusually small print and thin leaves. We will see why stories like that of our text were written. They were written for the small print. They were not written to encourage us to sin, but to warn us of the danger of sin, and thus to encourage us to avoid sin at all costs. After outlining the major sins of the nation Israel in the wilderness in 1 Corinthians 10:1-10, Paul then applies the lesson of history to the Corinthians, and thus to us:
ellauri159.html on line 805: Christopher Booker's The Seven Basic Plots is a long book. It's on the order of War and Peace for thickness. It also gets a bit repetitive at times, but if you can slog through the material, you're rewarded with a good understanding of the seven basic plots. You can also get a good dose of Jungian psychology to boot; for instance, Booker likes to talk about the symbolism of the masculine and feminine aspects of a character.
ellauri189.html on line 112: Before engaging in battle Wacław visits his father-in-law and Maria (who slowly fades away, feeding on an ever-diminishing hope) to bring them the good news. The patriotic miecznik cannot, in spite of his advanced age, refrain from joining the band of his son-in-law, leaving his home and daughter without protection. The Tartars are finally (but not without difficulty) defeated and Wacław, in exultant mood, rides by night over the boundless steppe to unite with his wife as the messenger of victory. When he arrives, the manor-house of the miecznik appears to be abandoned. There are no signs of life. Entering a room, he discovers Maria, lying on a couch, her clothes in disorder, like a marble statue. It is evident that her vital strength has been extinguished, but he tries to make himself believe that she has only fainted and rushes out of the house, shouting: “O, water, water!”. Thereupon the “small figure” of a melancholy youth (“pacholę”) jumps from the thicket and relates to Wacław the events that have happened.
ellauri219.html on line 802: The reason is that America was the first to have become a world hegemon mostly through soft power. Where by soft I mean soft as in a thick wad of bucks.
ellauri219.html on line 1016: Moonman 157, a Bronx graffiti artist, and the Texas Highway Killer: what do they have in common? One wields spray cans, the other a .38 with a gloved left hand. Moonman paints subway cars, and the Texas Highway Killer shoots random lone drivers? Get it? Okay I'll tell you: They each create an artificial language like Klingon or Ido, that thickens the fog of American collective consciousness; each language is expressed by an individual who remains anonymous. As a natural consequence, they get a lot of copy cats, like de Lillo and myself.
ellauri236.html on line 520: Chase's novels were so thick that the reader was compelled to turn the pages in a non-stop effort to reach the end of the book. The final page often produced a totally unexpected plot twist. (Ei kuitenkaan tossa lähtöjuhlissa, kurkistin.) His early books contained some violence that matched the era in which they were written. Unfortunately, sex was never explicit and, though often hinted at, seldom happened. That would invariably leave even his most die-hard fans disappointed. This may be why his books failed to take hold in the American market.
ellauri241.html on line 877: The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; Ruoho, pensas ja hedelmäpuu villinä;
ellauri243.html on line 161: Two clicheed beefy thick-necked high school boys, followed by the statutory obese wimp, love to serve as volunteer firemen. Maybe we get to see the victims! Beats licking Marina's ice cream cone. The guy with the smaller head could not even read.
ellauri269.html on line 381: Plot thickens
ellauri276.html on line 586: Saying: Be nimble and be quick, and throw your blows in thick. Sanomme: Ole ketterä, ole nopea ja lyö kovaa.
ellauri285.html on line 72: Not so with us. Our small orifice is buried deep in a meaty cleft, the margins of which have to be spread to their limit if there is to be any chance the thicket of long, nasty hair in the cleft will not be fouled by the passing of stool — a vain exercise in 99 cases out of 100. Moreover, while the horse can defaecate while standing, just let a human being try that! No we must squat. But not only squat, we must go through all sorts of contortions to minimize the amount of feces that will cling to the surrounding parts — which, as we all know, is another futile exercise.
ellauri285.html on line 364: Cravats like towels, thick and broad, Kaulurit näyttää pyyhkeille
ellauri302.html on line 190: In the background of the basement brothel, several small compartments, separated from one another by thin partitions, and screened by thick black curtains. One of the curtains has been drawn aside; in the compartment are seen a bed, a wash-stand, a mirror and various toilet articles. A colored night-lamp sheds a dim light over the tiny room.
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ellauri351.html on line 465: Vihasta on hivuttauduttu vähin erin pahuuteen. Paha se onkin paha eikä niinkään viha sinänsä. Viha ei välttämättä ole pahaa eikä paha vihaista. Paha ei välttämättä ole edes sitä tahallista satuttamista, voi se olla jonkin sortin hölmöyttäkin, tottelevaisuutta, ajattelemattomuutta tai mielenvikaa. Keitto sakenee hämmennettäessä, the plot thickens. Voimafirmat kilpailevat ja aiheuttaa pahaa luonnolle. Useimmiten yhden paha on toisen hyvä, ei siinä mitään pahansuopuutta tarvita. No hard feelings. Ei peto tai muu loinen vihaa isäntäeläintä, pikemminkin päinvastoin.
ellauri389.html on line 405: Meanwhile Lloyd was placed in an asylum near York, from which he escaped about 1818, and found his way back to Westmoreland, where he suddenly reappeared at De Quincey's cottage. De Quincey vividly describes his condition and conversation, but does not mention, what he privately told Woodhouse, that Lloyd laboured to convince him of his (Lloyd's) identity with the devil, and in trying to establish this assertion ultimately reasoned himself out of it. This anecdote confirms the testimony of Talfourd: "Poor Charles Lloyd! Delusions of the most melancholy kind thickened over his latter days, yet left his admirable intellect free for the finest processes of severe reasoning."
xxx/ellauri075.html on line 307: Central to Klages' thought is a linguistic opposition to logocentrism, a term introduced by Klages to diagnose a fixation on language or words to the detriment of the things to which they refer. (Put that in your pipe and smoke, Benjamin!) His formulation of this concept came to be of significant importance to semiotic studies of Western science and philosophy, namely within Derridean deconstruction. Klages is similarly seen as a buggybear to critical theory, deep ecology, and existential phenomenology. Historically little of his odious literary output has been available in English, being too thick and long-winded to translate.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1045: Many a true word is spoken in jest, especially about the kinship between eros and thanatos. FUCK! KILL! Puuttuu enää EAT! The two closest glimpses Humbert gives us of his own self-hatred are not without their death wish—made explicit in the closing paragraphs—and their excremental aspects: "I am lanky, big-boned, wooly-chested Humbert Humbert, with thick black eyebrows and a queer accent, and a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile." Two hundred pages later: "The turquoise blue swimming pool some distance behind the lawn was no longer behind that lawn, but within my thorax, and my organs swam in it like excrements in the blue sea water in Nice." And then there's the offhand aside "Since (as the psychotherapist, as well as the rapist, will tell you) the limits and rules of such girlish games are fluid …" in which it takes a moment to notice that "therapist" and "the rapist" are in direct apposition.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1121: course from Nabokov. (So did Pynchon tho he cut the class, understanding nothing from Vladi's thick Russki accent. Vladi did not remember Tom's protruding incisors, distracted by the attending Lolitas. Vera recalled Tom's appalling hand.) His education
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 236: Despite the cleverness and thickness of literary references of Alfred Appel’s « The Annotated Lolita« , one can’t help thinking the point is missing. Witten miälestä Humbert ei ole kukaan muu kuin Dodgson
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 565: As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, Ikäänkuin paxut päällihousut tohisten,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 353: Night with her thickening wall imprisoned us,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 357: Night with her thickening wall imprisoned us.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 432: The evening like an alcove seemed to thicken,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 436: The evening like an alcove seemed to thicken.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 526: “Not sure. This air is too thick for me. Too wet and too thick.”
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 240: By 1997, two of the four landfill mounds were closed and covered with a thick, impermeable plastic cap. The landfill received its last barge of garbage on March 22, 2001. A few months later the twin towers of WTC were reduced to rubble.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 145: I learned that making power from the Sun is not easy. I began to see how nature beat this problem. Collecting sunlight is key to the survival of a tree. Leaves are the solar panels of trees, collecting sunlight for photosynthesis. Collecting the most sunlight is the difference between life and death. Trees in a forest are competing with other trees and plants for sunlight, and even each branch and leaf on a tree are competing with each other for sunlight. Evolution chose the Fibonacci pattern to help trees track the Sun moving in the sky and to collect the most sunlight even in the thickest forest.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 972: O child, for thine head's sake; mine eyes wax thick,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1380: That know the thunder and hear the thickening wolves—
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1725: And where the dew is thickest under oaks,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2810: So that men’s eyelids thickened with their tears.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 347: Watto, the hook-nosed, greedy small-businessman in “Star Wars: Episode I — The Phantom Menace” even “happens to have a thick Yiddish accent,” as Bruce Gottlieb wrote in Slate. Hans Gruber in “Die Hard” is a foreign, sneering, anti-Christmas villain who murders for gold. Then there are the skeletal-like shape-shifting aliens in John Carpenter’s “They Live,” who combine stereotypes of Jewish greed with tropes of Jewish alienness and shape-shifting assimilation. The parallel here was so blatant that neo-Nazis embraced the movie as their own, much to Carpenter’s horror.
xxx/ellauri281.html on line 378: Pubic Hair Stage 4: The pubic hairs become coarser, thicker, and curlier, though they are not as abundant as in an adult. Hair fills the entire triangle overlying the pubic region.
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 219: thick With threat and innuendo, And where I had to crouch low Toward the floor of
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 228: about howorganizational meetings are thick with emotional smoke and smokescreen,
xxx/ellauri303.html on line 343: Today, Mea Shearim remains an insular neighbourhood in the heart of Jerusalem. With its Haredi, and overwhelmingly Hasidic, population, the streets retain the characteristics of an Eastern European shtetl, as it appeared in pre-war Europe. Life revolves around strict adherence to Jewish law, prayer, and the study of Jewish religious texts. Traditions in dress include black frock coats and black hats for men (although there are some other clothing styles, depending on the religious sub-group to which they belong), and long-sleeved, modest clothing for women. In some Hasidic groups, the women wear thick black stockings all year long, even in summer. Married women wear a variety of hair coverings, from wigs to scarves, snoods, hats, and berets. The men have beards, and many grow long sidecurls, called peyot. Many residents speak Yiddish in their daily lives, and use Hebrew only for prayer and religious study, as they believe Hebrew to be a sacred language, only to be used for religious purposes.
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