ellauri192.html on line 431: Mahasweta Devi 50/1
ellauri221.html on line 345: Asia on selvä, sanoi Bond suu veressä. Lontoo on pelastettu! Minulla on suunnitelma. Nyt alkaa vaikeampi osuus, James mökelsi Ronson suussa. Vankeja sitovat kuparilangat sulivat kuin vaha konnien unohtaman puhalluslampun liekissä. Vizi että satuttiinkin unohtamaan tulentekovehkeet pöydälle! Harmin paikka! Donnerwetter! Verdammt noch mal! Smoking kills!
ellauri223.html on line 107: No chance is given for idolatry. The statues and pictures of the heroes, however, are there, and the splendid women set apart to become mothers often look at them, wetting their pants.
ellauri226.html on line 519: The $1M question here of course is why is it that the whites' standard of living soared while the coons and wetbacks stayed as poor as they were.
ellauri236.html on line 190: It should be noticed that the book is not in the ordinary sense pornography. In this respect it is a flop. Unlike most books that deal in sexual sadism, it lays the emphasis on the cruelty and not on the pleasure. Slim, the ravisher of Miss Blandish, has ‘wet slobbering lips’: this is meant to be disgusting (tho I didn't find it so). But the scenes describing cruelty to women are comparatively perfunctory. The real high-spots of the book are cruelties committed by men upon other men; above all, the third-degreeing of the gangster, Eddie Schultz, who is lashed into a chair and flogged on the windpipe with truncheons, his arms broken by fresh blows as he breaks loose. My conclusion: Chase is a closet homosexual (I should know)! He's an algolagniac, like Swinburne!
ellauri236.html on line 194: As I have mentioned already, No Orchids enjoyed its greatest vogue in 1940, though it was successfully running as a play till some time later. It was, in fact, one of the things that helped to console people for the boredom of being bombed. Early in the war the New Yorker had a picture of a little man approaching a news-stall littered with paper with such headlines as ‘Great Tank Battles in Northern France’, ‘Big Naval Battle in the North Sea’, ‘Huge Air Battles over the Channel’, etc., etc. The little man is saying ‘Action Stories, please’. That little man with his little dick stood for all the drugged millions to whom the world of the gangster and the prize-ring is more ‘real’, more ‘tough’, than such things as crucifixions, wars, revolutions, earthquakes, famines, genocides, holocausts and pestilences. From the point of view of a reader of Action Stories, a description of the London blitz, or of the internal struggles of the European underground parties, would be ‘sissy stuff’. On the other hand, some puny gun-battle in Chicago, resulting in perhaps half a dozen deaths, would seem genuinely ‘tough’. This habit of mind is now extremely widespread. A soldier sprawls in a muddy trench, with the machine-gun bullets crackling a foot or two overhead, and whiles away his intolerable boredom by reading an American gangster story. And what is it that makes that story so exciting? Precisely the fact that people are shooting at each other with machine-guns! Neither the soldier nor anyone else sees anything curious in this. It is taken for granted that an imaginary bullet is more thrilling than a real one. (But note one difference: they get a whacking pile of money and loads of wet twat for it.)
ellauri236.html on line 405: “Are you sure it’s safe to use?” “Yeah. It can stay up all night.” She settled down in the bed. “Can it?” She spoke so softly he scarcely heard what she said, but he did hear. He suddenly grinned. “Well, there’s no law against it, is there? Do you want me to stay?” “Now you’re making me wet,” the girl said and hid her face. “What a question to ask a lady.” "My spaghetti’s going to be world famous in a moment. I promise.”
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ellauri241.html on line 1309: Justa a huge wet stain adorned his widow'd bed.
ellauri241.html on line 1567: And of those numbers every eye was wet;
ellauri243.html on line 188: 1. Barking at the ape 2. Box lunch at the ‘Y’ 3. Breakfast in bed 4. Brushing one’s teeth 5. Carpet-munching 6. Chewing the she-Fat 7. Clam-jousting 8. Clam-lapping 9. Cleaning the fish tank 10. Connie lingus 11. Contacting the aliens 12. Conversing with moses 13. Devil’s kiss 14. Dinner beneath the bridge 15. Doing it the French way 16. Donning the Beard 17. Drinking from the furry cup 18. Eating at the ‘Y’ 19. Eating fur pie 20. Eating out 21. Eating the peach 22. Eating squirrel 23. Eating sushi from the barbershop floor 24. Eating tinned mussels 25. Egg mcmuff 26. Face-fucking 27. Facing the nation 28. Fanny-noshing 29. Fence-painting 30. French-kissing Mr. Lincoln 31. Fuzz sandwich 32. Giving face 33. Gnawing on roast beef 34. Going downstairs for breakfast 35. Going south 36. Gomorrahry 37. Gorilla in the washing machine 38. Growling at the badger 39. Gumming the monster 40. Husband’s supper 41. Kissing between the hips 42. Kissing the wookie 43. Lady braille 44. Lady Semaphore 45. Larking 46. Lapping the gap 47. Lapping the lint trap 48. Lick-a-chick 49. Lickety-slit 50. Licking anchovy 51. Lip service 52. Lip-synching to the fish-fueled jukebox 53. Low-calorie snacking 54. Making mouth music 55. Medicating the hairy paper cut 56. Mopping the vulva 57. Mustache-riding 58. Muff-diving 59. Mumbling in the moss 60. Munching the bearded clam 61. One-man band 62. Oyster-gargling 63. Parting the fuzz 64. Pastrami sandwich 65. Pearl-diving 66. Placating the beaver 67. Playing in the sandbox 68. Playing the hair harmonica 69. Prawn breath 70. Pruning the orchid 71. Pug-noshing 72. Pussy-nibbling 73. Seafood dinner 74. Sipping at the fizzy cup 75. Sitting on a face 76. Slurping at the furry coconut 77. Smoking the fur 78. Sneezing in the basket 79. Spa time For Lady Boner 80. Speaking in tongues 81. Spraying the crops 82. Tackling the Brazilian 83. Talking to the canoe driver 84. Talking to lassie 85. Telephoning the stomach 86. Testing the echo in the love cave 87. Testing the waters 88. Tipping the velvet 89. Tongue-fucking 90. Tonguing the bean 91. Trimming the hedges 92. Velvet buzzsaw 93. Wearing the feed bag 94. Wearing the Sticky Beard 95. Whispering into the wet ear 96. Whispering to Venus 97. Whistling in the dark 98. Worshiping at the altar 99. Yaffling 100. Yodeling in the canyon 101. January Nelson
ellauri254.html on line 534: Der Engels ist Führer des Dichters, der seinerseits Jünger um sich schart, ein Paradigmenwechsel, der den Beginn des Werkes charakterisiert und sich kritisch-rückblickend auf das epigonale weibliche Paradigma im Jahr der Seele bezieht. Die nichtdomestizierte weibliche Sexualität stelle für George eine Bedrohung dar: Er verbinde den erfüllten (heterosexuellen) Geschlechtsakt mit Zersetzung und Dekadenz, im übertragenen Sinne mit Epigonalität oder Ästhetizismus. In Die Fremde etwa, einem Gedicht aus dem Teppich des Lebens, versinkt die Frau als dämonische, im Mondlicht mit „offenem haar“ singende Hexe im Torf, ein „knäblein“, „schwarz wie nacht und bleich wie lein“ als Pfand zurücklassend, während in den als sprachlich verunglückt eingestuften Gewittern die „falsche Gattin“, die sich „in den wettern tummelt“ und „zügellosen rettern“ preisgegeben ist, am Ende verhaftet wird.
ellauri275.html on line 653: Anoppi on kyllä sen verran tenhoavamman näköinen että wet T-shirt tilanteessa voi impokin innostua ja kantaa mamman ahven taskussa oliivilehtoon. Villiä vauhtia ja viihdettä.
ellauri299.html on line 274: Frank Lake, found 50 km southeast of Calgary near High River, Alberta, is a productive wetland important to hundreds of bird species. Once completely dry, this wetland has been saved from drainage and drought through a progressive partnership between industry, government and ourselves.
ellauri301.html on line 347: TIDBIT: There are many initiatives surrounding this day that have received endorsement. There is even an official song “Our Heritage” recorded by The Soweto Gospel Choir.
ellauri302.html on line 220: Time to close shop, says Yekel. Reizel! To bed! Basha! Time to go to sleep! (From without are heard girls' voices: Soon. Right away!) Yekel, calling into the entry. Reizel! Basha! Enter two girls, running. Rain is dripping from their wet, filmy dresses and from their unbraided hair. They are in a merry mood and speak with laughter. Yekel leaves, slamming the door behind him.)
ellauri302.html on line 226: The God Of Vengeance paid my account the day before yesterday... We were standing under the eaves, the rain is so fragrant,.. It washes the whole winter off your head. (Goes over to Hindel.) Just look... (Showing her wet pubic hair.) How fresh it is... how sweet it smells...
ellauri302.html on line 229: At home, in my village, the first sorrel must be sprouting. Yes, at the first May rain they cook sorrel soup... And the goats must be grazing in the meadows... And the rafts must be floating on the stream... And Franek is getting the Gentile girls together, and dancing with them at the inn... And the women must surely be baking cheese-cakes for the Feast of Weeks.* (Silence.) Do you know what? I'm going to buy myself a new summer tippet and go home for the holidays... (Buns into her room, brings out a large summer hat and a long veil; she places the hat upon her wet hair and surveys herself in the looking-glass.) Just see! If I'd ever come home for the holidays rigged up in this style, and promenade down to the station... Goodness! They'd just burst with envy. Wouldn't they? If only I weren't afraid of my father! He'd kill me on the spot. He's on the hunt for me with a crowbar. Once he caught me dancing with Franek at the village tavern and he gave me such a rap over the arm with a rod (Showing her arm.) that I carry the mark to this very day. I come from a fine family. My father is a butcher. Talk about the fellows that were after me!... (In a low voice.) They tried to make a match between me and Nottke the meat-chopper. I've got his gold ring still. (Indicating a ring upon her finger.) He gave it to me at the Feast of Tabernacles.* Maybe he wasn't wild to marry me, — but I didn't care to.
ellauri302.html on line 290: (A long pause. The stage is empty. Soon Manke leads in Rifkele. They are both wrapped in the same wet shawl... Their hair is dripping wet. Large drops of water fall from their clothes to the floor. They are barefoot... Hindel, behind her curtain, listens as before.)
ellauri321.html on line 131: Yet when young I entertained some thoughts of selling my farm. I thought it afforded but a dull repetition of the same labours and pleasures. I thought the former tedious and heavy, the latter few and insipid; but when I came to consider myself as divested of my farm, I then found the world so wide, and every place so full, that I began to fear lest there would be no room for me. My farm, my house, my barn, presented to my imagination, objects from which I adduced quite new ideas; they were more forcible than before. Why should not I find myself happy, said I, where my father was before? He left me no good books it is true, he gave me no other education than the art of reading and writing; but he left me a good farm, and his experience; he left me free from debts, and no kind of difficulties to struggle with 24 with.—I married, and this perfectly reconciled me to my situation; my wife rendered my house all at once chearful and pleasing; it no longer appeared gloomy and solitary as before; when I went to work in my fields I worked with more alacrity and sprightliness; I felt that I did not work for myself alone, and this encouraged me much. My wife would often come with her kitting in her hand, and sit under the shady trees, praising the straightness of my furrows, and the docility of my horses; this swelled my heart and made every thing light and pleasant, and I regretted that I had not married before. I felt myself happy in my new situation, and where is that station which can confer a more substantial system of felicity than that of an American farmer, possessing freedom of action, freedom of thoughts, ruled by a mode of government which requires but little from us? Every year I kill from 1500 to 2,000 weight of pork, 1,200 of beef, half a dozen of good wethers in harvest: of fowls my wife has always a great stock: what can I wish more?
ellauri321.html on line 186: Let me select one as an epitome of the rest, say this wetback from South America: he is hired, he goes to work, and works moderately; instead of being employed by a haughty person, he finds himself with his equal, placed at the substantial table of the farmer, or else at an inferior one as good; his wages are high, his bed is not like that bed of sorrow on which he used to lie: if he behaves with propriety, and is faithful, he is caressed, and becomes as it were a member of the Amazon family.
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 539: „Oli_minulla kerran morsian pieni, pieni penttu, aika lunttu, mutta hän karkasi minulta kauas pois. Minä läksin häntä hakemaan: hain Suomen suuren maat ja meret, Saksat ja Wirot, mutta en löytänyt kullankokkoani. Tulin taasen suureen Suomensaareen, ja löyſinpä hänen tuolta Tampereen takaa hietaharjuſta. Tuossahan Tettuni pieni, huuſi poika iloisſana, mutta Tettu tuiskahti ja lauſui mikä olet ſinä? mikä maan-mustettu? mikä terwaan kastettu? ja kiepasi ensimmäiseen tölliin. Mutta minä, aina lystipoika, en tuosta suuriakaan ſurrut, panin turpaani tupakkaa ja poikkein parhaaſeen kapakkaan, jossa Mikko meteli ja ämmiä weteli."
ellauri332.html on line 42: Ruostumattoman teräksen liiallinen käyttö voi saada kodinomistajan keittiön tuntumaan epämiellyttävältä, wetback Lopez-Jaimes sanoo.
ellauri335.html on line 47: Ruostumattoman teräksen liiallinen käyttö voi saada kodinomistajan keittiön tuntumaan epämiellyttävältä, wetback Lopez-Jaimes sanoo.
ellauri350.html on line 313: Vuonna 2022 Atticus lanseerasi Poet Coffee by Skywagonin Bellwether Coffeen kanssa, joka on täysin sähköinen kahvinpaahtoyhtiö San Franciscossa. Kaikki pavut hankitaan naisten omistamilta tiloilta Etelä-Amerikasta. Voisi luulla että Atticus on oikeasti Attica, mutta kuvissa se näyttää naamarilliselta hupparilliselta juipilta.
ellauri362.html on line 161: Talvella 1813 Peacock seurasi Shelleyä ja hänen ensimmäistä vaimoaan Harrietia Edinburghiin. Peacock piti Harrietista ja puolusti hänen mainettaan vanhuudessaan herjauksilta, joita levitti Jane, Lady Shelley, Shelleyn toisen vaimon Maryn miniä. Talvella 1815–1816 Peacock käveli säännöllisesti käymään Shelleyn luona Bishopgatessa. Siellä hän tapasi Thomas Jefferson Hoggin, ja "talvi oli pelkkää atticismia. Opintomme olivat yksinomaan kreikkalaisia". Samainen Hogg weti wiixeen Clairea Percyn luvalla.
ellauri374.html on line 81: Viimeaikaiset haut: Janir Pesavento Abeyawardene Skeffers Altan Ranghella Karacheban Haddag Chizue Kohzad. Suosituimmat haut: Brian Evans Suchocki Dragos Davide Vitelaru Martin Ali Hae Mudda. Satunnaiset nimet: Balqees Margretta Boscaneci Beily Herbettaz Schwetzer Missrodowski Bryszkdo.
xxx/ellauri056.html on line 384: Caroline Schelling, geborene Dorothea Caroline Albertine Michaelis, verwitwete Böhmer, geschiedene Schlegel, verheiratete Schelling (* 2. September 1763 in Göttingen; † 7. September 1809 in Maulbronn), war eine deutsche Schriftstellerin und Übersetzerin. Sie zählte zu der als Universitätsmamsellen bekannten Gruppe Göttinger Professorentöchter und gilt als Muse verschiedener Dichter und Denker der Romantik.
xxx/ellauri057.html on line 165: (Jatkuu...) Puovo veti Almaa ennenkuulumattoman rajusti heinäsuovassa. (Miten niin ota minut rajusti, narttuhan siinä on saamapuolella. Wiikseen weto on voittopuolisesti työntöä. Vetovaiheessa lähinnä pumpataan pois kilpailijan siementä. Eikä penistä "viedä" vaginaan kert Tero menee ensin.) Noniin,
xxx/ellauri057.html on line 858: Environmental change features prominently in the novel – indeed, it is one of the main themes of Markens grøde. Deforestation, the drainage of wetlands, and changes in the local species composition (and thus of biodiversity) are recurring motives throughout the novel. Yet while such transformations of the non-human environment tend to arouse negative associations today, in the novel they appear as inevitable and indeed highly desirable.
xxx/ellauri087.html on line 705: Mix indieenifilmi Sonorassa Pancho Villan kannattaja oli vielä roistompi kuin rasistinen nazi? Oliko tää joku oikeistoveto amer. kazojien mielixi? Mixi wiixekkästä äärimiehestä oli tehty vielä izekkäämpi kuin partajehusta? Ei sunkaan Pancho Villa ollut kommari? No ei varsinaisesti, mutta se oli Robin Hood, joka otti maata rikkailta ja jakoi köyhille. Se on tarpeexi paha synti jo. Sonoran sankareista Alma ja sen pulska mies on rikkaita kauppiaita, talousliberaaleja. Eitää mikään kommarifilmi ole vaikka rasisminvastainen. Mutta niin on talousliberaalitkin. Selän väristä ei väliä, wetback tervetuloa, greenback on vihreä.
xxx/ellauri120.html on line 359: "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo." I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30 Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du? "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; "They called me the hyacinth girl." - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40 Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Öd’ und leer das Meer.
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 295: Gene Stratton-Porter (August 17, 1863 – December 6, 1924), born Geneva Grace Stratton, was a Wabash County, Indiana, native who became a self-trained American author, nature photographer, and naturalist. In 1917 Stratton-Porter used her position and influence as a popular, well-known author to urge legislative support for the conservation of Limberlost Swamp and other wetlands in the state of Indiana. She was also a silent film-era producer who founded her own production company, Gene Stratton Porter Productions, in 1924.
xxx/ellauri128.html on line 197: Rahel Levins Schwester Rose heiratete am 8. Februar 1801 den niederländischen Juristen Carel Asser (1780–1836), der seit 1799 als Rechtsanwalt in Den Haag praktizierte. Da Rahel Levin eine für sie in Breslau arrangierte Ehe mit einem entfernten Verwandten ablehnte, blieb sie in ihrer ersten Lebenshälfte abhängig von ihrer Familie. Erst im Winter 1808/1809 verließ sie das Elternhaus, und zog, was für eine unverheiratete und nicht verwitwete Frau damals äußerst ungewöhnlich war, in eine eigene Wohnung in Charlottenburg (im Trenck’schen Haus in der Charlottenstraße Nr. 32, zwei Treppen hoch). Von 1793 bis zum Herbst 1808, „in ihrer glanzvollsten Zeit“ (K. A. Varnhagen), bewohnte die Familie Levin-Robert das Haus No. 54 in der Jägerstraße beim Gendarmenmarkt. Hier fanden vor allem in der Zeit um 1800 gesellige Zusammenkünfte der mit dem Haus befreundeten Zeitgenossen statt.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 342: Emma gave birth to Nelson's daughter Horatia, on 29 January 1801] at 23 Piccadilly, who was taken soon afterwards to a Mrs Gibson for care and hire of a wet nurse. On 1 February, Emma made a spectacular appearance at a concert at the house of the Duke of Norfolk in St James' Square, and Emma worked hard to keep the press onside.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 493: Depending on the perspective and precepts of the various religions in which he is a figure, he may also be portrayed as the president of the Third Heaven, a division of heaven in Judaism, Islam and Christianity. In Islam he is one of the four archangels, and is identified with the Quranic Malak al-Mawt (ملك الموت, 'angel of death'), which corresponds with the Hebrew-language term Mal'akh ha-Maweth (מלאך המוות) in Rabbinic literature.
xxx/ellauri176.html on line 864: "The whole movie is like an NRA wet dream. Jack Reacher already feels as if it belongs to another era."
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 526: “Not sure. This air is too thick for me. Too wet and too thick.”
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 312: Carlson's paternal grandparents were Richard Gere and Pamela Anderson, teenagers who placed "Dick" at The Home of The Worriers orphanage where he was wet nursed first by Carl Bellman's tjänare Mollberg, then a maiden, near Boston, and finally by a tannery worker with Swedish accent named Florence Nightingale, and as a result adopted at the age of two-years-old the reactionary views of upper-middle-class Finland immigrants, the Carlsons, and the oldest tanner in America and his wife.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 100: Neptune is a god of fertility, including human fertility. According to Petersmann, the ancient Indo-Europeans venerated a god of wetness as the generator of life. The indispensability of water and its connexion to reproduction are universally known.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 436: wetzel-75822813a">Grace Wetzel - Psychology Teaching Assistant - Rutgers University | LinkedIn.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 232: Initially, the land where the landfill was located was a salt marsh in which there were tidal wetlands, forests, and freshwater wetlands. The subsoil was made up of clay, with sand and silt as the top layer of soil. The tidal marsh, which helped to clean and oxygenate the water that passed through it, was destroyed by the dump. The fauna were largely replaced by herring gulls. The native plant species were driven out by the common reed, a grass which grows abundantly in disturbed areas and can tolerate both fresh and brackish water. The stagnant, deoxygenated water was also less attractive to waterfowl, and their population decreased. Samuel Kearing, who had served as sanitation commissioner under Mayor John V. Lindsay, remembered in 1970 his first visit to the Fresh Kills project:
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 135: In the conclusion of the film, Moore notes that the United States Constitution no longer protects normal Americans from the wealthy and powerful of American society, and that the American Dream is now nothing more than a bad wet dream.
xxx/ellauri230.html on line 719: Ulkomaalaisten puheesta kuuluu tämän tästä: Go to hell! Don't be a fool! taikka Die verdammten Schweine! Zum Teufel! ynnä muita donnerwettereitä, mutta japanilaiset keskustelevat keskenään sävyisästi: 1. バカ (baka) – Stupid, Idiot. 2. ばかやろう(bakayarou) – Asshole, Idiot. 3. あほ (aho) – Moron. 4. くそ (kuso) – Shit, Crap. 5. ちくしょう (chikushou) – Shit, Son of a Bitch. 6. わるがき(warugaki) – Brat. 7. ふざけるな (fuzakeruna) – “Fuck Off”. 8. どけ(doke) – “Get out of the way!”. 9. しね (shine) – Die! 10. ブス(busu) – Extremely Ugly Woman. 11. ウルサイ (urusai) – Shut up! 12. だまれ(damare) – Shut up! 13. やかましい (yakamashii) - Turpa rullalle!
xxx/ellauri237.html on line 209: Toinen kirja Totisesta christillisydestä; kuinga Christuxen miehuden ottaminen, rakkaus, nöyrys, siweys, kärsiwäisys, kärsiminen, risti, pilkka ja kuolema on meidän lääkityxemme elämämme lähde, peili, ojennus nuora ja elämän kirjamme. Ja kuinka oikian kristityn uskolla, rukouxella, kärsiwäisydellä, Jumala sanalla ja taiwallisen lohdutuxen kautta tulee woitta synnin, kuoleman, perkelen, helwetin, mailman ja kaikkinaiset ristit ja waiwat, joka kaikki tyyni tapahtuu meisä Jesuxen Christuxen ja Hänen woimansa, wäkevydensä ja woittonsa kautta. Suom. Henrik Renqvist. Helsinki, G. O. Wasenius2 1835. Muita painoksia Helsinki 1843, Porvoo 1855, Helsinki 1887 (yhd. 1. kirjan kanssa), Suolahti 1976[11].
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 918: Flash, and the white wet flame of breakers burn
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xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1899: And their little leaves made wet,
xxx/ellauri252.html on line 363: »1.§. Joca aicomuxesta, sanoilla eli kirjoituxilla, laitta ja pilcka Jumalata, hänen Pyhä Sanans ja Sacramentejä; olcon hengens rickonut. Jos se tapahtu ajattelemattomasti ja picaisudesta, ja hän catu; wetäkön sackoa sata talaria, ja rucoilcan ricoxens julkisesti Seuracunnasa andexi. Jos hän sitä teke toisen erän; tehkön cahdenkertaisen sacon. Joca ei woi sackoa maxaa; kärsikön ruumillans, nijncuin Rangaistus Caaresa sanotan.»
xxx/ellauri255.html on line 475: Buslajev on fiktiivinen novgorodilainen supermies. Travelling down the great rivers of Russia, Vasili and his band subjugated the Finns, the Mongols and most of the people around the Caspian Sea. Varmaan alistivat vähävenäläiset myös. Volga laskee Kaspian eli Hyrkanian mereen. Don, skyyttien Tanais, laskee Asovan mereen eli Maiotixeen. Donin kautta on kanavayhteys Volgalle. The Scythian name for the Volga was Rahā, also literally meaning 'wetness'. Buslajev kuoli hypättyään päälleen liian ison kiven yli, käydessään Jordanissa naku-uinnilla.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 257: Suddenly she grabbed my knee. “Sammy,” she said, “do you think that Alice and I are lesbians?” I had a genuine hot curl of fire up my spine. “I don’t see that it’s anybody’s business one way or another,” I said. “Do you care whether we are,” she asked. “Not in the least,” I said. I was suddenly dripping wet. “Are you queer or gay or different or ‘of it’ as the French say or whatever they are calling it nowadays,” she said, looking narrowly at me. I waggled my hand sidewise. “Both ways,” I said. “I don’t see why I should go through life limping on just one leg to satisfy a so-called norm.” “It bothers a lot of people,” Gertrude said. “But like you said, it’s nobody’s business, it came from the Judeo-Christian ethos, especially Saint Paul the bastard, but he was complaining about youngsters who were not really that way, they did it for money, everybody suspects us or knows but nobody says anything about it. Did Thornie tell you?” “Only when I asked him a direct question and then he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want to at all. He said yes he supposed in the beginning but that it was all over now.” Gertrude laughed. “How could he know. He doesn’t know what love is. And that’s just like Thornie.”
xxx/ellauri293.html on line 114: Kun tämä erä oli hävitty, hiänen apostolin nazojensa täsmällisestä luonteesta on sitten keskusteltu sitä enemmän. Varmaan Juuniakin oli pelkkä postinjakaja oranssilla sähköpolkupyörällä? Jakoi lähetystön miehille vahvistusta Voltti-jakorasiasta selällään? No ei! Viime aikoina on feministisessä teologiassa jopa kehitetty Bauckhamin ja Jewettin pohdintoja Paavalin kaavailemisesta Juniaa Kristuxen seuraajaksi. Mitä, Kristusko ilman häntää?! Tämä on herättänyt lisäkeskusteluja Paavalin apostolisesta legitimiteetistä. Yii-Jan Lin on lisäksi epäillyt Jeesuxen liian keskeistä asemaa kristinuskossa ja sen sukupuoli-identiteettiä. Lähi-idän rooli globaalisessa dogmassa on sitäpaizi ylikorostunut Kiinan ja Amerikan kustannuxella.
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xxx/ellauri337.html on line 127: Im Juni 1941 lernt Leni auf einer Betriebsfeier Alois Pfeiffer kennen, der sich dort eingeschlichen hat. Er ist viril, aber nicht besonders intelligent und wird von seiner Familie gnadenlos überschätzt. Während andere ihm Berechnung unterstellen, glaubt der Verfasser, dass Alois sich wirklich in Leni verliebt hat und dass Leni einfach schwach geworden ist. Nach einer einzigen Nacht stellt Alois sie seiner Familie vor, dann wird der gesamte Pfeiffer-Clan bei den Gruytens vorstellig. Leni wirkt abwesend, plädiert aber selbst fürs Heiraten. Sie will kein Hochzeitskleid und es gibt auch keine Hochzeitsnacht, da Alois sogleich einrücken muss. Vorher gibt es jedoch einen erzwungenen Vollzug der Ehe im Bügelzimmer bei Gruytens, und so ist Alois für Leni „gestorben, bevor er tot war“. Der Tod auf dem Schlachtfeld lässt nicht lange auf sich warten. Leni, quasi zum zweiten Mal verwitwet, trägt keine Trauer und nimmt Alois’ Bild bald wieder von der Wand. Was bleibt, sind Nachname und Witwenrente.
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