ellauri005.html on line 297: Tell age it daily wasteth;
ellauri006.html on line 974: Waan se carwastele minun sydämesäni
ellauri014.html on line 1109: (Old age is a waste: medical ethicist Ezekiel Emanuel argues that life after 75 is not worth living. MIT Technology Review)
ellauri014.html on line 1839: Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—
ellauri022.html on line 394: Of precious wasted days,
ellauri048.html on line 1185: Confusions of a wasted youth; Sekakäyttäjän nuorukaisen sekoilut;
ellauri048.html on line 1239: From out waste places comes a cry, Valtavista paikoista kuuluu kiljahdus,
ellauri048.html on line 1758: And think, that somewhere in the waste
ellauri051.html on line 1367: 767 Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees, 767 Siellä missä talvisudet haukkuvat lumen ja jääpuiden keskellä,
ellauri053.html on line 1015: When my father wastes such heaps of paper, mother, you don't seem to mind at all.
ellauri062.html on line 273: In the hospital, June attempts to stab Serena Waterfront with a scalpel she had stolen from the medical waste disposal box. Serena fights back and cuts June in the arm. Serena alerts Dr. Yates telling him that June stabbed herself.
ellauri080.html on line 540: Keynes's obituary in The Times included the comment: "There is the man himself – radiant, brilliant, effervescent, gay, full of impish jokes ... He was a humane man genuinely devoted to the cause of the common good." Kuulostaa Wallun äiskältä, wickedly funny. Ja gay. Ize asiassa gay pedophile kaiken kukkuraxi. Keynes was a libertine hedonist who wasted most of his adult life engaging in sexual relationships with children, including travelling around the Mediterranean visiting children’s brothels. Funnily wicked too.
ellauri082.html on line 475: Klinkkeri on yleisnimitys tuhlata teollisuusprosesseista, erityisesti niistä, jotka sisältävät sulatus metallit, hitsaus, polttamalla fossiilisia polttoaineita ja käyttö seppä n Forge, mikä yleensä aiheuttaa suuri kertyminen klinkkerin ympärille hormiin. Klinkeri muodostaa usein irrallisen, tumman kerrostuman, joka koostuu jätemateriaaleista, kuten koksista, hiilestä, kuonasta, puuhiilestä ja hiekasta . Klinkerillä on usein lasinen näkö, yleensä siksi, että prosessin aikana muodostuu sulaa piidioksidiyhdistettä. Klinkeri on yleensä paljon tiheämpi kuin koksi, ja toisin kuin koksi, se sisältää yleensä liian vähän hiiltä, jotta sillä olisi arvo polttoaineena. Klinkeri (jäte) - Clinker_(waste)
ellauri083.html on line 546: For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
ellauri094.html on line 427: and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,
ellauri094.html on line 658: “Super Flumina Babylonis” celebrates the release of Italy from bondage in imagery that recalls the resurrection of Christ. The open tomb, the folded graveclothes, the “deathless face” all figure in this interesting poem that sings out, “Death only dies.” In “Quia Multum Amavit,” France, shackled by tyranny, is personified as a harlot who has been false to liberty. She has become “A ruin where satyrs dance/ A garden wasted for beasts to crawl and brawl in.” The poem ends with France prostrate before the spirit of Freedom, who speaks to her as Christ spoke to the sinful woman in the Pharisee’s house, in a tone of forgiveness.
ellauri096.html on line 599: "It is not right that everyone should read the pages which follow; only a few will be able to savour this bitter fruit with impunity. Consequently, shrinking soul, turn on your heels and go back before penetrating further into such uncharted, perilous wastelands." — Maldoror, Part I, Chapter 1.
ellauri097.html on line 139: The Jews could be put down very plausibly as the most unpleasant race ever heard of. As commonly encountered, they lack many of the qualities that mark the civilized man: courage, dignity, incorruptibility, ease, confidence. They have vanity without pride, voluptuousness without taste, and learning without wisdom. Their fortitude, such as it is, is wasted upon puerile objects, and their charity is mainly a form of display.
ellauri097.html on line 143: I admit freely enough that, by careful breeding, supervision of environment and education, extending over many generations, it might be possible to make an appreciable improvement in the stock of the American Negro, for example, but I must maintain that this enterprise would be a ridiculous waste of energy, for there is a high-caste white stock ready at hand, and it is inconceivable that the Negro stock, however carefully it might be nurtured, could ever even remotely approach it. The educated Negro of today is a failure, not because he meets insuperable difficulties in life, but because he is a Negro. He is, in brief, a low-caste man, to the manner born, and he will remain inert and inefficient until fifty generations of him have lived in civilization. And even then, the superior white race will be fifty generations ahead of him.
ellauri098.html on line 455: ENTJs are naturally drawn to leadership positions, and can become resentful and unhappy if they’re forced to play second fiddle or if their authority is challenged. They can be curt and dismissive of others’ opinions, and rarely waste time considering the feelings of those around them.
ellauri100.html on line 1197: Your young life like mine be wasted,
ellauri101.html on line 313: No offense to you, don’t waste your time, here´s why
ellauri106.html on line 277: uninventive profitless abortive decontaminated germfree unrewarding wasted
ellauri106.html on line 524: Reduced to a life of isolation amid a decrepit apartment in which her only possession is the stained pallet on which she sleeps, Merry, the precious daughter of All-American Swede Levov, is “disgusting. His daughter is a human mess stinking of human waste. Her smell is the smell of everything organic breaking down. It is the smell of no coherence. It is the smell of all she’s become”.
ellauri133.html on line 81: Interesting fact: the average reader will give up on a boring book by page seventeen. If you’ve wasted any of your precious first pages on boring stuff, you’re likely to join the Page Seventeen club too. TLDR, huh? Your kind better buy Marvel comic magazines. They got a lot of pics to help with the ALL CAPS text in the bubbles, and not much more pages than those 17.
ellauri140.html on line 86: Bellphone F+-, the beautiful sister of Amoret who spends her time in the woods hunting and avoiding the numerous amorous men who chase her. Timias, the squire of Arthur, eventually wins her love after she tends to the injuries he sustained in battle; however, Timias must endure much suffering to prove his love when Belphoebe sees him tending to a wounded woman and, misinterpreting his actions, flies off hastily. She is only drawn back to him after seeing how he has wasted away without her. Tää on niinkö Artemis eli Diana. Osuvasti kolmikulmapuistossa.
ellauri140.html on line 122: Introduced in the first canto of the poem, he bears the emblem of Saint George, patron saint of England; a red cross on a white background that is still the flag of England. The Redcrosse Knight is declared the real Saint George in Canto X. He also learns that he is of English ancestry, having been stolen by a Fay and raised in Faerieland. In the climactic battle of Book I, Redcrosse slays the dragon that has laid waste to Eden. He marries Una at the end of Book I, but brief appearances in Books II and III show him still questionng thoroughly the choice. Punasen ristin ritari tuo mieleen Foster Wallacen skroden sankaripulzarin, mikä sen nimi olikaan. Se nenäliinaan piiloutunut ämmä olis tää Aku Ankan Una.
ellauri140.html on line 358: Forwasted all their land, and them expeld: Näki ja voitti ja heitti nämä ulos.
ellauri140.html on line 646: That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare. Ja panee liisteixi haja-asutusta.
ellauri141.html on line 519: ... Here is my defence of this alleged wicked waste of time. The reason why one has to parse and construe and grind at the dead tongues in which certain ideas are expressed is … because only in that tongue is that idea expressed with absolute perfection…. by a painful and laborious acquaintance with the mechanism of that particular tongue; by being made to take it to pieces and put it together again, and by that means only, we can arrive at a state of mind in which … we can realise and feel and absorb the idea.
ellauri141.html on line 569: The ‘editor’ of the Latin text was the clever versifier A. D. Godley of Oxford. (267) He contributed graceful acknowledgements (268) and a hilarious preface about the (fictitious) manuscripts, which parodies the standard praefatio of an Oxford Classical Text (brown-covered in those days like the spoof). (269) There is a learned apparatus criticus about disputed or variant ms. readings. He did the Latin poems, together with his Oxford colleagues and friends John Powell (270) and Ronald Knox (271) and the Etonian and former Cambridge undergraduate A. B. Ramsay. (272) There is an appendix of alternative Latin versions which the translators obviously could not bear to waste. Kipling contributed a schoolboyish prose version of ‘The Pro-consuls’: ‘the sixth ode, as it seems, rendered into English prose by a scholiast of uncertain period’, which starts:
ellauri143.html on line 1567: Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid.
ellauri147.html on line 247: Daniel D´Addario of Variety described the series as "a Turkish delight that begs the question of what it really means to grow up against a truly inviting backdrop", and that Mr. Collins is "an inherently winsome performer who has never been quite as well and often abused as she is here". Kristen Baldwin of Entertainment Weekly gave the series a "B" and wrote, "If you need a five-hour brain vacation, Paris is a worthwhile destination." The New Zealand Herald considered the show "visually delectable" and that "Mr. Collins has a pixie-ish charm which makes her endearing", but also that the show is "as ephemeral as dental floss". However, Kristen Lopez of IndieWire wrote a review Metacritic graded as a 23 out of a 100, praising Mr. Collins for being a "Jewess, make no mistake" and that "Emily in Paris is only as watchable and frivolous as our first lady," but warning viewers "Emily in Paris is like scrolling through Instagram. It´s a great way to waste time looking at pretty pictures with no depth."
ellauri150.html on line 631: Quintus cherishes Judah as a son (his own one died), and finally adopts him legally, naming him Young Arrius. Ben-Hur loves Quintus as well, is grateful but heads back to Judea almost immediately, not even waiting for the scheduled boat to take Pontius Pilate to Judea. There is no time to waste; four years have already passed.
ellauri156.html on line 651: 3 When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away
ellauri159.html on line 1141: You Want your writing to serve a practical purpose, such as explaining how to solve a problem. You tend to be a good troubleshooter (actually, a good troublemaker and sharpshooter too) with broad, specific knowledge that they can apply in high-pressure situations. Choose topics that allow you to draw on this ability. Then, jot down your ideas while conducting your research, rather than writing in your head. That´s way too hard, it´s like shooting with blanks. This will help you focus your ideas early so you don’t waste time gathering extraneous information.
ellauri159.html on line 1187: You are motivated by a desire for completion and can become impatient if you feel your students are progressing too slowly. Don’t waste time in the beginning trying to craft a graceful expression on your face; your students know you. Let your ideas flow, then polish during intermission. Accept that teaching is a process, so you may not get immediate results. Don’t rush through the final stages; include facts that support personal stories or observations, or borrow stories from the Divine Teacher, the Bible is full of them.
ellauri181.html on line 585: . Frugality - Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; that is, waste nothing.
ellauri189.html on line 438: The Jordan River is a shadow of what it once was. The river acts as the main water source for Jordan, Israel, and the West Bank. As a result, 90% of the fresh water that replenishes it is diverted to agriculture. Another problem facing it is pollution from agricultural and wastewater run-offs. About 50% of the agricultural run-offs from the surrounding areas are dumped into the river which has caused its water levels to drop dramatically.
ellauri220.html on line 222: | Nick Shay | Nick Shay is a waste-management worker who spends the novel coming to grips with his troubled past. |
ellauri220.html on line 228: | Big Sims | Big Sims is one of Nick Shay's coworkers in the waste-management business. He's African American and often talks about how his experiences differ from Nick's. |
ellauri220.html on line 236: | Detwiler | Detwiler is Nick Shay's boss at the waste-management plant. |
ellauri220.html on line 246: | Brian Glassic | Brian Glassic is one of Nick's coworkers in the waste-management industry. He has an affair with Nick's wife, Marian. |
ellauri220.html on line 282: | Viktor | Viktor is a man in Kazakhstan who buys and destroys nuclear waste. |
ellauri222.html on line 159: We came up the walk, between the slow, thought-brewing, beat-up old heads, liver-spotted, of choked old blood salts and wastes, hard and bone-bare domes, or swollen, the elevens of sinews up on collarless necks crazy with the assaults of Kansas heats and Wyoming freezes, and with the strains of kitchen toil, Far West digging, Cincinnati retailing, Omaha slaughtering, peddling, harvesting, laborious or pegging enterprise from whale-sized to infusorial that collect into the labor of the nation.
ellauri236.html on line 186: Several other points need noticing before one can grasp the full implications of this book. To begin with, its central story bears a very marked resemblance to William Faulkner's novel, Sanctuary. Therefore, it is not, as one might expect, the product of an illiterate hack, but a brilliant piece of plagiarism, with hardly a wasted word or a jarring note anywhere. Thirdly, the whole book, récit as well as dialogue, is written in the American language; the author, an Englishman who has (I believe) never been in the United States, seems to have made a complete mental transference to the American underworld. Fourthly, and what is worst (from the point of view of a serious writer like myself) the book sold, according to its publishers, no less than half a million copies. Actually 2.
ellauri236.html on line 468: “For the love of Mike, don’t start that all over again. I’ve enough worries without you adding to them. Why don’t you get smart, honey? A girl with your looks and your shape could hook a millionaire like Blandish. Why waste your time and talents on a loser like me? I’ll tell you something: I’ll always be broke. It’s a tradition in the family. My grandfather was a bankrupt. My father was a pauper. My uncle was a miser: he went crazy because he couldn’t find any money to mise over.”
ellauri241.html on line 356: Thy memory will waste me to a shade haaltuisit, muistosi niistäisi minut varjoxi.
ellauri241.html on line 1639: The Maiden reappears to the shepherd-prince as he returns to earth. Endymion is overcome with relief and joy and says that he has wasted too long searching for nothing but a dream and wants to start a life with the Maiden. She tells him that they cannot be together because he is forbidden to her. They wander through the forest and are quiet and somber until Endymion sees his sister Peona in the distance. They rush together and embrace. Peona implores Endymion to "weep not so" and "sigh no more" for the Indian Maiden can be his queen of Latmos. Endymion responds that "a hermit young, [he will] live in mossy cave" but Peona can visit him regularly. The resigned shepherd-prince leaves behind a confused Peona and Maiden and visits the altar of Diana to "bid adieu / To her for the last time." Peona and the Indian Maiden arrive. Endymion watches in stunned disbelief as the Indian Maiden transforms into his beloved Diana. It is revealed that Cynthia, Diana, and the Indian Maiden are the same woman. Actually Peona too! For all practical purposes, all women are the same: one hole up front and two more in the pants. Endymion swoons and after "three swiftest kisses" they vanish together leaving Peona who walks home in wonderment.
ellauri245.html on line 261: First devised and created in the Belgian Congo by King Leopold, son of Queen Victoria. A smooth metallic ball, slightly smaller than a tennis ball in circumference with tiny apertures along its contours. Made of gold, GAL-TAN, and steel, the ball is a minor feat of engineering. An additional small opening reveals a looped wire. The ball is placed in the victim´s mouth. When the wire is pulled, 24 tiny termite monkey antennae jut out from the ball, causing it to lodge itself in the mouth. At this point, though not overly painful, the victim cannot remove the ball, nor can another extract it for them. With a second pull of the wire, 24 needles erupt outwards from the extended antennae in 24 directions, causing severe damage to throat, cheek, tongue, palate, nasal cavity, etc....the victim will usually bleed out slowly in excruciating pain. How was this used for torture? It usually involved 2 victims. One who who was forced to swallow the ball, and the second who was forced to watch the effects. That second person would usually begin talking quickly about other things. Naah, too sophisticated. A waste on the Congolese niggahs. Cutting hands and feet worked just as well.
ellauri264.html on line 236: with possessions. At this time of giving and receiving things, we can re-evaluate our relationship to possessions and look for less wasteful ways to use the resources of the earth. For example, instead of buying and giving new gifts, we might consider more renewable ways of gift giving, like sharing books, trading old toys with our neighbors, wrapping gifts in old newspapers, or giving gifts of charity in honor of loved ones.
ellauri266.html on line 258: An absolute thrill ride that left me cold, lonely, bored to tears, depressed and devoid of all goals and ambition. If only it was on VHS, at least then I could have strangled myself with the tape. If you find this entertaining then I suggest a tin of plum tomatoes poured on to your living room floor. That way you can waste far more time watching them go rotten!
ellauri266.html on line 296: I signed up for rotten tomatoes today specifically to rate this movie a ZERO. It was a complete waste of time. The movie is lax and boring. Characters are completely monotone throughout. I felt no empathy or emotion for any of the characters. It was a snooze fest.
ellauri272.html on line 421: Edward Hirsch articulated what may be the consensus regarding Garbage. He saw the poem as a brilliant summation of the poet’s life work, “an American testament that arcs toward praise, a poem of amplitude that confronts our hazardous waste and recycles it saying, ‘I’m glad I was here, / even if I must go.’”
ellauri278.html on line 157: Vyshinsky first became a nationally known public figure as a result of the Semenchuk case of 1936. Konstantin Semenchuk was the head of the Glavsevmorput station on Wrangel Island. He was accused of oppressing and starving the local Yupik and of ordering his subordinate, the sledge driver Stepan Startsev, to murder Dr. Nikolai Vulfson, who had attempted to stand up to Semenchuk, on 27 December 1934 (though there were also rumors that Startsev had fallen in love with Vulfson's wife, Dr. Gita Feldman, and killed him out of jealousy). The case came to trial before the Supreme Court of the RSFSR in May 1936; both defendants, attacked by Vyshinsky as "human waste", were found guilty and shot, and "the most publicised result of the trial was the joy of the liberated Eskimos."
ellauri281.html on line 156: Vyshinsky first became a nationally known public figure as a result of the Semenchuk case of 1936. Konstantin Semenchuk was the head of the Glavsevmorput station on Wrangel Island. He was accused of oppressing and starving the local Yupik and of ordering his subordinate, the sledge driver Stepan Startsev, to murder Dr. Nikolai Vulfson, who had attempted to stand up to Semenchuk, on 27 December 1934 (though there were also rumors that Startsev had fallen in love with Vulfson's wife, Dr. Gita Feldman, and killed him out of jealousy). The case came to trial before the Supreme Court of the RSFSR in May 1936; both defendants, attacked by Vyshinsky as "human waste", were found guilty and shot, and "the most publicised result of the trial was the joy of the liberated Eskimos."
ellauri283.html on line 114: Beyond the Heavens is a very ethereal and mystical experience, one unlike any other movie we have reviewed. However, this is not a good thing. The ‘plot’ is very unclear and murky, consisting of vague and meandering ideas and cryptic dialogue. It’s like Corbin Bernson is winking at the audience with every scene, waiting to reveal some great secret, but it’s never revealed. The whole has a very tip-of-the-tongue feel, like the characters know something you don’t but never intend to let you in on the secret. As the characters wax eloquent and philosophize about the true nature of reality, the viewer is left, in the end, with a more confusing view of reality than before. Is Bernson advocating for or against Darwinism? Is he a creationist? Does he really believe that angels come to earth on the tails of comets? Is Bernson suggesting that reality is not what it seems? If so, what is his view of reality? Only God knows the answers to these questions as Bernson spends 90 minutes toying with his ‘big reveal’ and dancing around whatever his philosophical worldview is. It’s basically just a waste of your time.
ellauri285.html on line 70: Consider, for example, the horse. We live across from a horse breeding establishment so I’ve had ample opportunity to observe these estimable animals in action. While they shit copiously they never get any on their hair (when was the last time you saw a horse’s behind fouled by its own waste?). The reason for this lies in the design of the horse anus. It is an extensible device that, when a BM is about to pass, protrudes a few critical inches, allowing the manure to drop straight to the ground without mussing a single hair. To further forfend fouling, there is no hair in the immediate vicinity of the horse’s anus, nor on the extensible process itself. What a remarkable design.
ellauri299.html on line 148: Michael Vattenfall: Very disappointing. I would expect a Grisham book to be lighter reading, but this was totally unconvincing and lacked believability. The whole purpose of the book is based upon the transformation of the main character's view of the homeless, but I didn't buy it. Well I did, but I regret it now. Money completely wasted.
ellauri299.html on line 156: Anie: After 130 pages of preaching, with no plot in sight, I gave up. This book is so full of platitudes, generalizations, and simplistic solutions that it belongs in the harlequin category. There are too many good books with great plots out there to waste any more time on this book.
ellauri323.html on line 47: No thing that's truly me, a bootless waste, Mikään niistä ei todella ole minä, saappaaton jäte,
ellauri323.html on line 48: A waste of myself and them, for my life is mine Itseni ja heidän haaskausta, sillä elämäni on minun
ellauri324.html on line 275: The infrastructure is just one symptom of America’s degradation: the streets of major cities like San Francisco and Los Angeles are filling up with homeless drug addicts, leaving the sidewalks littered with tents, needles, and human waste. Next to nothing is done for these people because it is seen as “their problem” that they are mentally ill, and lack access to mental health services and affordable housing. The irony is that there are so many of these people now that they have become everyone’s problem. Retailers in downtown SF are closing down their stores because the conditions in the streets are keeping paying customers away, whilst the cops barely regard shoplifting as a crime.
ellauri330.html on line 537: Lauri. Ei niin, waan "suu awaa kaikkein paimenten" pitää sinun laulaman. Mutta olkoon tässä jo kylliksi, waikene, kuultele ja pane ſuus koreaksi kirkkoſuukſi“, koska minä saarnaan. Niin, nokipoika, lainaa sinä minulle mieles ja wapaa kieles. Minä tahdon saarnan saarnata tässä saarnastuolin päällä Pietarin wanhasta kaprokista ja kymmenestä nappiläwestä. Kuitenkin tahdon ensiksi katsoa lammaslaumani yli, mutta näenpä sydämmeni suureksi furukſi haiſewia wuohia waan ja sen peijakkaan pukkeja. Woi te Kärkölän neitseet, narssut ja naasikat! te pöyhkeilette silkeissä ja saaleissa, kullanhohtawina kuin riikinkukot; mutta sylkekäät minua wasten naamaa, ellette wiimeisenä päivänä huuda wielä Matti pastooria puhelemaan puolestanne. Mutta se on nietua se! Hywää päivää, ukko Räihä! Minä tahdon sinulle sanaſen ſanoa: Ota waari tuosta Kettulan wanhasta waarista. Mutta sinä peewelin Peltolan Paawo, mitä teit sinä Tanun hirsitalkoossa talwella? Sinä klaſia kilistit ja likkoja likistit. Mutta minä ſanon sinulle, poikanalli: ota Jumppilan Jallista waari; muutoin tuomitsee sinua wiimein Matti pappi, pakanat, Krekiläiset ja Prekiläiſet; ja sitten ſäkki päähän ja helwettiin. Awaa siis ajoissa korwaläpes ja kuule mitä sanon ja saarnaan, sillä minä olen keitetty monessa liemessä, ja tässä rinnassa on sydän kuin hylkeennahkainen tupakkikukkaro. Onhan poika monessakin ollut. Minä olen ollut Helsingissä opisſa, weſikopisſa, jalkapuussa ja monessa muussa konttapuussa. Mutta siitä on paras, etten ole waras, etten ole loannut kenenkään kaiwoa, enkä halaillut toisen miehen waimoa."
ellauri330.html on line 541: Tuoppi olutta ja kakſi korttelia wiinaa lipparikſi on kohtuullinen mitta ja määrä wäsyneen miehen kurkkuum ja päähän. Nytpä kannu keikkui ja parta kastui, pojat laulaa lasketteliwat ja muorin tyttäret nauraa rikosteliwat. Mutta läkſinpä iloleikistä pois, läksin pitkin katua täymään. Lauluni remahti, akkunat ſäpäleiksi sälähti, ja ſiitäpä liikkeille Tampereen poroporwarit kaikki. Mutta minä, aina lystipoika, minä wiitenä wilkkasin pitkin rantaa, heille potkaisin wasten kuonoa ſoraa ja ſantaa. Tulin siitä Poriin, pantiin pärekoriin ja wedettiin pitkin torii; tulin Uuteenkaupunkiin, siellä akkunasta haukuttiin; tulin Turkuun, pistettiin puukko kurkkuun. Tulinpa lopulta Aningaisten kadun haaraan ja siellä kohtasin wiifi nokkelata naaraa. Ensimmäinen potkaisi mua jalallansa, toinen sanoi: anna sen pojan olla alallansa! hän ei ole mitään rakkari eikä mikään pikiprakkari. Mutta kolmas kysyi: mikä sitä poikaa waiwaa? ja neljäs sanoi: häntä pitäis auttaa ajallansa. No lähdetäänpäs käsi kädessä käymään, lausuin minä, mutta wiides tuuppasi wihaisesti nyrkillänsä ja ärjähti: mene Helsinkiin! Menin minä Helsinkiin, pantiin syömään kruunun wellinkii, ja sitten poikaa tutkittiin ja huikeasti selkään hutkittiin: mene nyt tiehes, finä wasaran-poika! Läksin taasen tietä käymään, minä weitikka, aina iloinen, minä, jonka sydän on kuin hylkeennahkainen tupakkikukkaro. Kuljeskelin, laulelin ja tallustelin pitkin tölmällistä tietä; tulin Hämeeseen, astuin ylös Kuninkalan ſaarnastuoliin; ja sitten oli ammen plottis!
ellauri330.html on line 545: lyhytläntä, typpihäntä." „Mutta ei nyt mitään muuta tällä erällä, waan että lammas on laakea eläin, ei hän puske eikä potki, mutta kas kun härkä pääsee wallallensa, hän puuhaa puuta, kuopii maata ja puhaltaa sen tulen palawata lokaa ja rapaa paimenta wasten naamaa ja napaa. Ja sitten oli taasen ammen plottis! jokainen menköön omaan koppiins, minä menen kiwimuuriin." Sehän oli saarna.
ellauri392.html on line 635: How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Miten hitaasti! Ja miten paljon aikaa tuhlaten,
xxx/ellauri056.html on line 55: In Dylan Thomas' poem By waste seas where the white bear quoted Virgil = in Anatole France's Penguin Island, St Mael has a vision of a polar bear murmuring 'Incipe parve puer', from Virgil's Fourth Eclogue, traditionally understood as prophesying Christ's birth.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 270: Most of the time it's a waste of energy to wonder about somebody else, what they're doing and what makes them tick when you have many tasks at hand. Do your work consciously as possible look for opportunity and put fourth a sincere effort with the most innocent approach you can.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 534: The whole layover offer is so pathetic and wastes time we’d rather be spending in the less icy parts of Europe.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 270: I was wildly impatient with the way we assess people’s characters these days in accordance with their weight, and tried to get on the page my dismay at how much energy people waste on this matter, sometimes anguishing for years over a few excess pounds. Both author and book were on the side of the angels, or so you would think.
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 220: Personally, as someone with no religious beliefs, I’d feel a bit weird about the idea that someone might launch my ashes into space after my death. Sort of seems like a terrible waste of rocket power. It’s irrelevant what happens to my ashes after death.
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 365: We always spent a day in Petra, as well. We traveled south from Amman down the eastern side of the Dead Sea, through ancient Moab and into Edom. As we journeyed south we soon found ourselves in desert country, but it’s still far from being a wasteland. The highway was wide and well maintained, with light to moderate traffic in both directions, and we passed through several villages with pleasant rest stops before reaching Petra.
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 368: “I have heard the insults of Moab and the taunts of the Ammonites, who insulted my people and made threats against their land. Therefore, as surely as I live,” declares the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, “surely Moab will become like Sodom, the Ammonites like Gomorrah—a place of weeds and salt pits, a wasteland forever. The remnant of my people will plunder them; the survivors of my nation will inherit their land” (Zeph. 2:8-9).
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 377: From the above we can see that it won’t be out of any consideration for Edom, Moab, and Ammon that God will protect them from the anti-Christ, but out of a need to preserve the believing remnant of Israel. After the 2nd Coming the homelands of these three antagonists of Israel will become desolate wastelands forever.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 555: says, "In my opinion, more children have been wasted in this way
xxx/ellauri148.html on line 232: 2 "Son of man, set your face against Gog, of the land of Magog, the prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal, and prophesy against him, 3 "and say, 'Thus says the Lord God: "Behold, I am against you, O Gog, the prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal.11 to take plunder and to take booty, to stretch out your hand against the waste places that are again inhabited, and against a people gathered from the nations, who have acquired livestock and goods, who dwell in the midst of the land. 23 "Thus I will magnify Myself and sanctify Myself, and I will be known in the eyes of many nations. Then they shall know that I am the Lord." ' Ezekiel 38:2,3,11,23
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 115: Venezuela, c. 1875. Abel, a young man of wealth, fails at a revolution and flees Caracas into the uncharted forests of Guayana. Surviving fever, failing at journal-keeping and gold hunting, he settles in an Indian village to waste away his life: playing guitar for old Cla-Cla, hunting badly with Kua-kó, telling stories to the children.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 215: 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/ellauri218.html on line 230: The aptly named Fresh Kills landfill opened in 1948 as a temporary landfill, but by 1955 it had become the largest landfill in the world, and it remained so until its closure in 2001. At the peak of its operation, in 1986, Fresh Kills received 29,000 tons of residential waste per day, playing a key part in the New York City waste management system. From 1991 until its closing it was the only landfill to accept New York City's residential waste. It consists of four mounds which range in height from 90 to about 225 feet (30 to about 70 m) and hold about 150 million tons of solid waste. The archaeologist Martin Jones characterizes it as "among the largest man-made structures in the history of the world."
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/ellauri218.html on line 246: Thousands of detectives and forensic evidence specialists worked for over 1.7 million hours at Fresh Kills Landfill to try to recover remnants of the people killed in the attacks. A final count of 4,257 human remains was retrieved, but only 300 people could be reconstructed from these remains. A memorial was built in 2011, which also honors those whose identities were not able to be determined from the debris. The remaining waste was buried in a 40-acre (160,000 m2) portion of the landfill; it is highly likely that this debris still contains fragmentary human remains like condoms, false teeth and pacemakers.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 136: (2.) Time will not be wasted in choosing what portions to read. Often believers are at a loss to determine towards which part of the mountains of spices they should bend their steps. Here the question will be solved at once in a very simple manner.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 245: And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Ja tuhlaa sen makeutta aavikon ilmaan.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1566: Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1723: Through woods and waste lands cleft by stormy streams,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2367: Nor she in that waste world with all her dead,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2780: He wastes as the embers quicken;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2837: Thy dear blood wasted as rain.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 3250: Printing with heavy lips my light waste flesh,
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