ellauri028.html on line 384: She never washed her underwear.
ellauri042.html on line 877: No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. [Donne´s original spelling and underlining]
ellauri064.html on line 87: ‘A child in his nightshirt cannot be prevailed upon to greet a visitor. Those present, invoking a higher moral standpoint, admonish him in vain to overcome his prudery. A few minutes later he reappears, now stark naked, before the visitor. In the meantime, he has washed his tiny skinless wiener.’
ellauri111.html on line 636: It is a new, upright, rich, fascinating, and satisfying life. It is the Christian life. Modern, brainwashed, technological life detaches man from the outdoors and from individual thought and self expression and attaches his affections to the evils promulgated and taught on the television and in the school system. The brainwashed, technological, dependent-on-other-people, idle life gives rise to a whole host of compulsive disorders--addictions--sticky things that a person cannot seem to stop doing (maybe the activities are so much a part of their lives that they don´t even realize that they are addicted to them). Things like television watching, eating or drinking sweet sugary things compulsively, and unclean personal habits. Reading the King James Bible daily is not.
ellauri143.html on line 1191: Like him who seeks his couch with unwashed feet,

ellauri143.html on line 1194: The great unwashed. Jeesuskin pesee synnit pois. Kuramunaiset takatukat vielä likaisemmassa Gangesissa. Yäk. Jopa setä Fu oli demokraattisempi:
ellauri150.html on line 465: During a naval battle against Greek rebels in the Ionian Sea, Ben-Hur´s galley is boarded but collides with another ship and is destroyed as Ben-Hur manages to cling to a floating mast. He is washed ashore and is found by Sheik Ilderim, who recognizes him as an escaped slave.
ellauri155.html on line 187: Rahvas, laahus, rupusakki, rotinkaiset, hoi polloi, paariat, vastaantulijat, kumikaulat, penkkiurheilijat, tavixet, doldixet, sohvaperunat, kotikazomo, suuri yleisö, the great unwashed, followers, kouluttamattomat, persut, maahanmuuttajat, Nakke Nakuttajat, värivammaiset, liberté egalité fraternité, demokratia, demagogia, kommunismi, Jante-laki, progressiivinen verotus, kosto, kateus.
ellauri156.html on line 467: David goes through all the right motions with Uriah. He listens to his reports, and then he gives him the night off, some time to go to his house and “wash his feet.” David is not worried about this soldier's personal hygiene; he is worried about his own reputation. When one entered his house, he usually took off his shoes and washed his feet, in preparation for eating and for going to bed. David very delicately encourages this man to go home and go to bed with his wife. Uriah knows it; our author knows it; and we know it.
ellauri183.html on line 101: The apocalyptic gloom of his subject seems hopelessly out of place in this cheery, sun-washed house, a rambling white-frame idyll near Bennington College, where Malamud has taught for 20 years. A comforting percussion of cooking sounds comes from the big kitchen where his wife Ann, a chipper dynamo of a woman, is devising lunch; on the porch an old tiger tomcat lolls ingratiatingly; and in the distance the cloud-dappled foothills of the Green Mountains hover like a Yankee daydream.
ellauri184.html on line 575: Jeshuasta tuntui kurjalta ettei the powers that be arvostaneet sitä. Se sai läpyjä vaan laahuxelta, The hoi polloi. The great unwashed.
ellauri214.html on line 120: In the equally rarer chance, I might be middle eastern/Muslim, in that case, I'll either be a brainwashed fanatic, or a victim of domestic abuse. Either way, white protagonists will save me.
ellauri226.html on line 124: We, too, arrived on a Saturday afternoon. There was nowhere to eat and nothing to do, other than lounge by the lifeless station, reading Lawrence’s catalogue of complaints. But then I looked up to find the very “pink-washed building” with the very same name (Risveglio) as the horrible inn in the book. “It can’t be the same one,” I said. “There’s no plaque. Wow, there's a traffic sign, but it's not in English?"
ellauri269.html on line 59: Uther Pendragon was the most controlled man Arthur had ever known, and yet his eyes were bright with unwashed tears as he placed his arm on Arthurs's broad shoulders. He spoke in a voice that was powerful trembling with emotion. "By the strength of the Light, may your enemas be well done."
ellauri302.html on line 294: Are you cold, Rifkele darling? Nestle close to me... Ever so close... Warm yourself next to me. So. Come, let's sit down here on the lounge. (Leads Rifkele to a lounge; they sit down.) Just like this... Now rest your face snugly in my bosom. So. Just like that. And let your body touch mine... It's so cool... as if water were running between us. (Pause.) I uncovered your breasts and washed them with the rainwater that trickled down my arms. Your breasts are so white and soft. And the blood in them cools under the touch, just like white snow, — like frozen water... and their fragrance is like the grass on the meadows. And I let down your hair so... (Buns her fingers through RifkeWs hair.) And I held them like this in the rain and washed them. How sweet they smell... Like the rain itself... (She huries her face in Rifkele's hair.) Yes, I can smell the scent of the May rain in them... So light, so fine... And fresh... as the grass on the meadows... as the apple on the bough... So. Cool me, refresh me with your tresses. (She washes her face in Rifkele^s hair.) Cool me, — so. But wait... I'll comb you as if you were a bride... a nice part and two long, black braids. (Does so.) Do you want me to, Rifkele? Do you?
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 569: From caverns of the seas, now washed anew.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 260: Last night I washed the queen's feet

xxx/ellauri178.html on line 63: The film stars Chaplin as a washed-up comedian who saves a suicidal dancer, played by Claire Bloom, from killing herself, and both try to get through life. Täähän oli Rothin mielijuoni, se oli aina pelastavinaan damseleita distressistä ja sitten olikin se distress ize.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 883: Sandcastles washed away by the sea, a child wondering about Dad’s bald head, a disastrous picnic. Here are scenes from real life you will certainly recognise. But in Judith Nicholls’ poems, they are turned into myths and mysteries, grand stories, amusing songs or epic tales. On the other hand, she takes the mighty Roman empire – and packs it up into 40 words!
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 238: From 1987 through 1988, in an environmental disaster known as the syringe tide, significant amounts of medical waste from the Fresh Kills landfill, including hypodermic syringes and raw garbage, washed up onto beaches on the Jersey Shore, in New York City, and on Long Island. This event forced the closing of beaches on the Atlantic coast.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 678: On the strait reefs of twice-washed Salamis.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 807: Lands loved of summer or washed by violent seas,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1813: And washed the hard sweat off their calmer brows.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2298: A name to be washed out with all men’s tears.
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