ellauri026.html on line 227: This is a famous line, but here it would hardly seem to merit its fame—who cares about people “arguing about how tough they are”? The word here translated as “tough” just happens to be one of the central words of Hellenic thought: arete, “virtue” or “excellence,” that subject of so many subsequent philosophy lectures—whose learnability or unlearnability Plato made the subject of inquiry, and which Aristotle defined as a mean between two vices. The word can be used to mean something like “bravery,” but it is wildly broader and richer than “how tough one is” (there is a queen named Arete in the poem, but Wilson refrains from translating her as “Queen Tough”). The line was quoted over and over again in later days because it was considered the height of happiness for a man to have a son and grandson competing with each other to possess virtue or true excellence. This Wilson suppresses, as a thing irrelevant to contemporary idiom—“toughness” will have to serve in its place.
ellauri048.html on line 1556: And wildly dash'd on tower and tree Ja villisti kiertää tornia ja puuta
ellauri051.html on line 1233: 638 I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, 638 Puhun villisti, olen menettänyt järkeni, minä enkä kukaan muu ole suurin petturi,
ellauri052.html on line 108: I heard Bellow deliver the PEN speech on “American Writers and Their Public” to a packed hall in London on March 22, 1986. He had just suffered the death of his brothers and agonising break with Alexandra. Exhausted by jet-lag, stiff-gaited and parchment-skinned, he seemed terribly old and shattered. His talk ranged widely and wildly but, rambling and unfocused, he could not — like Ezra Pound in the Cantos — make it cohere.
ellauri052.html on line 881: I heard Bellow deliver the PEN speech on “American Writers and Their Public” to a packed hall in London on March 22, 1986. He had just suffered the death of his brothers and agonising break with Alexandra. Exhausted by jet-lag, stiff-gaited and parchment-skinned, he seemed terribly old and shattered. His talk ranged widely and wildly but, rambling and unfocused, he could not — like Ezra Pound in the Cantos — make it cohere.
ellauri063.html on line 320: Machine Gun’s 45-second intro forms one of jazz’s most distinctive mission statements. Parker weaves around the horn section’s staccato blasts, before Bennink’s drums blast a nervy military march alongside Peter Kowald’s wildly rumbling bass. The brutality of the album’s remaining 36 minutes exceeds the number of commonly recognized synonyms for “violent.”
ellauri072.html on line 508: Infinite Jest is not the only thing that made Wallu famous, though. There was also his bandanna, which was as misinterpreted as so much else about him. As the Max biography explains, Wallace started wearing the bandanna as the least embarrassing solution he could think of to obscure the intense sweating attacks that overcame him without warning. (In high school, he had taken to carrying around a tennis racket and a towel as a tacit cover story for the sweating.) The acutely self-conscious, anxious, addicted and at times showy characters in Wallace’s fiction were not, Max helps us recognize, wildly difficult for Wallace to imagine — the characters were iterations of himself.
ellauri147.html on line 249: Nevertheless, not all critics were this kind to the Emily character. Emma Gray from HuffPost called Emily a bland character, stating "The show doesn´t even make an effort to quirk her up or give her a more relatable, girl-next-door roughness: she´s always immaculately coiffed and made-up, and garbed in effortfully eye-catching outfits. But there´s not much to the character, except for enormous amounts of self-confidence and the inexplicable ability to attract new friends and love interests on every street corner." Rebecca Nicholson of The Guardian gave the series one out of five stars: "if it is an attempt to fluff up the romcom for the streaming age, then it falls over on its six-inch heels." Rachel Handler opined "Darren Star has done it yet again: centered an entire show on a thin, gently delusional white woman whimsically exploring a major metropolitan area in wildly expensive couture purchased on a mid-level salary."
ellauri150.html on line 705: And now comes a bit of papal humor, "Were this the case, it would follow that to become free we must be deprived of reason." Pretty funny, huh? Ok, I see you're not laughing, but instead are scratching your head. Alright, let me paint a picture for you. Imagine a 60s hippy high on LSD, dancing wildly, and shouting out, "I'm free! I'm free!" Yes, this is one of the messages that is often repeated like a mantra in today's society, "If you want to free yourself, you have to stop thinking and just let yourself go." In 1888, Pope Leo XIII rejected this notion and even ridiculed it.
ellauri196.html on line 685: Adler used to recount that when teaching Brando, she had instructed the class to act like chickens, and added that a nuclear bomb was about to fall on them. Most of the class clucked and ran around wildly, but Brando sat calmly and pretended to lay an egg. Asked by Adler why he had chosen to react this way, he said, "I'm a chicken—what do I know about bombs?"
ellauri196.html on line 724: (colloquial, slang) in compounds a person who is wildly enthusiastic about something; a freak, nut.
ellauri244.html on line 425: Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)
ellauri302.html on line 280: Hush... hush... I 'm afraid of my father.. He beat me... He locked the door... And hid the key near the Holy Scroll. I lay awake all night... I heard you call me... You killed me softly with your song.. And something drew me so irresistibly to you... and I stole the key from the Scroll... My heart pounded so wildly... so wildly...
ellauri302.html on line 351: Yekel, rushes into the basement a burning candle in his hand. His hair is in disorder. Over his nightshirt he has thrown a coat. He shouts wildly.) Rifkele! Rifkele! Is Rifkele here? (No reply. He tears the curtains of the compartments violently aside.) Rifkele! Where is she? (Waking Reizel and Basha.) Where is Rifkele! Rifkele! Where is she? Whatever happened to the scroll? Did they elope together?
ellauri302.html on line 516: Yes, he 'll sit inside there and study the sacred books... I have a virtuous Jewish daughter. (Goes into the room and drags Rifkele out hy force. She is only half dressed, her hair in disorder, one boob sticking out. He points to her.) Your son will marry a virtuous Jewish daughter, I say. She will bear him pure, Jewish children... even as all pious daughters. (To Sarah.) Isn't that so? (Laughing wildly, to the stranger.) Yes, indeed, my friend, — she'll make a pure, pious little mate. My wife will lead her under the wedding canopy... Down into the brothel! Down below! (Pointing to the basement.) Down into the brothel! (Dragging Rifkele hy her hair to the door.) Down into the brothel with you! Down!
ellauri313.html on line 175: In volume #2 of Liza Marklund's wildly popular series of feminist thrillers, Annika gets involved with a married man. Needless to say, his wife is a cold-hearted, frigid bitch, and she's doing all three of them a favour by taking Thomas away from her.
ellauri342.html on line 449: Brown and wildly clownish shape Ruskea ja hurjan pellemäinen bwana
ellauri359.html on line 69: But there were others. Like so many Scots before and since, Grahame held a senior post in London’s banking world. When one day a stranger accosted him there with a pistol, firing it off wildly (though happily missing his target), the author’s fear of the underclass took root. Thus, those ragamuffins in the Wild Wood, the knife-wielding, teeth-baring stoats and weasels who destroy property and have no respect for their social superiors – Rat, Toad, Badger and Mole – are his representation of the terrible face of anarchists, working classes and madmen rolled into one.
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/ellauri125.html on line 292: Review: Kanye West’s wildly experimental, narcissistic ‘Yeezus’
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 302: “Yeezus” is the most musically adventurous album West has ever released, a wildly experimental work that features tracks produced by Daft Punk, Hudson Mohawke, Rick Rubin and others. It’s also West’s most narcissistic, defiant, abrasive and unforgiving.
xxx/ellauri169.html on line 273: I am confident that the teachings of Watchman Nee and the churches and individuals associated with him demonstrate clearly that they are orthodox in all areas of essential Christian doctrine and practice, wildly exceeding the expectations of the Body of Christ as composed of orthodox Christians.
xxx/ellauri176.html on line 150: The plot centres on the neurotic young priest Serge Mouret, first seen in La Conquête de Plassans, as he takes his orders and becomes the parish priest for the uninterested village of Artauds. The inbred villagers have no interest in religion and Serge is portrayed giving several wildly enthusiastic Masses to his completely empty, near-derelict church. Serge not only seems unperturbed by this state of affairs but actually appears to have positively sought it out especially, for it gives him time to contemplate religious affairs and to fully experience the fervour of his faith. Eventually he has a complete nervous breakdown and collapses into a near-comatose state, whereupon his distant relative, the unconventional doctor Pascal Rougon (the central character of the last novel in the series, 1893's Le Docteur Pascal), places him in the care of the inhabitants of a nearby derelict stately home, Le Paradou.
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 180: In 2007 Caryn James, commenting on Not Remotely Controlled in the New York Times, said that "at their best, Siegel’s scattershot observations offer a kind of drive-by brilliance," but that he often "wildly overstates his case or ignores inconvenient evidence."
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 651: In loose numbers wildly sweet Löysänä numerona siitoskullin makeaa
xxx/ellauri320.html on line 192: But then she left her husband to co-habit with the divorced Earl Spencer, much to the horror and resentment of his four children, who detested her. At the time, Raine told her mother bluntly: 'I am wildly in love and there is nothing anyone can do about it.'
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