Er Series Quotes

David Hume, the great­est skep­tic of them all, once remarked that after a gath­er­ing of skep­tics met to pro­claim the verac­i­ty of skep­ti­cism as a phi­los­o­phy, all of the mem­bers of the gath­er­ing nonethe­less left by the door rather than the win­dow. I see Hume’s point. It was all just talk. The solemn philoso­phers weren’t tak­ing what they said seri­ous­ly.

Life is a series of decisions. Whether you make the correct decisions or not doesn’t matter. The important thing is to keep going forward. Years later, when you look back, perhaps you’ll find that the incorrect decisions you made… weren’t really incorrect. Similarly, the correct decisions… might not necessarily have been correct.  Why struggle with frustration? Why proceed with confusion? In all things… resolution only comes from continuing to move forward. Following this line of reasoning, if there is no such thing as ‘incorrect,’ then how can the ‘correct’ exist? Similarly, if there is no ‘correct,’ then how can the ‘incorrect’ exist?

He wasn’t raising a child with dreams for her future. He was raising a survivor. - Cori

Then, unprompted, Henry says into the stretching stillness, “Return of the Jedi.” A beat. “What?” “To answer your question,” Henry says. “Yes, I do like Star Wars, and my favorite is Return of the Jedi.” “Oh,” Alex says. “Wow, you’re wrong.” Henry huffs out the tiniest, most poshly indignant puff of air. It smells minty. Alex resists the urge to throw another elbow. “How can I be wrong about my own favorite? It’s a personal truth.” “It’s a personal truth that is wrong and bad.” “Which do you prefer, then? Please show me the error of my ways.” “Okay, Empire.” Henry sniffs. “So dark, though.” “Yeah, which is what makes it good,” Alex says. “It’s the most thematically complex. It’s got the Han and Leia kiss in it, you meet Yoda, Han is at the top of his game, fucking Lando Calrissian, and the best twist in cinematic history. What does Jedi have? Fuckin’ Ewoks.” “Ewoks are iconic.” “Ewoks are stupid.” “But Endor.” “But Hoth. There’s a reason people always call the best, grittiest installment of a trilogy the Empire of the series.” “And I can appreciate that. But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?” “Spoken like a true Prince Charming.” “I’m only saying, I like the resolution of Jedi. It ties everything up nicely. And the overall theme you’re intended to take away from the films is hope and love and … er, you know, all that. Which is what Jedi leaves you with a sense of most of all.

Where’e’er I go, my Soul shall stay with thee: ’Tis but my Shadow that I take away;

Castles in the Air My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone I build My castles in the air. I dwell not now on what may be: Night shadows o'er the scene: But still my fancy wanders free Through that which might have been.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

Loonies runnin' around everywhere. Sure the word 'Disclosure' isn't in the history books. Disclosure was a long series of leaked government secrets until extraterrestrials became common knowledge.

Q: Hoeveel topadvocaten telt u? Kunnen die op één hand? Bram Moszkowicz: 'Die kunnen zo'n beetje exact op één hand.' Q: Er zitten er elf in deze serie. Bram Moszkowicz: 'Dat is uw probleem. U hebt ze uitgezocht.

And remember to give them a bashing,” said Carl. “Repeat after me — Bashing! Bashing! Bashing!” To Dave surprise, all the illagers and cowmen joined in: “BASHING!” They began to chant. “BASHING! BASHING! BASHING!” “Er, right,” said Dave.

Longfellow talked about leaving footprints in the sands of time. But what’s the point? The point is the trail this leaves. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

He hadn't actually lied to her about anything; she had erred in her assumptions about his life. What Archer knew about Josie was what she chose for him to know; what she knew about him was what he decided to tell her. They had reveled in their independence and now she knew that was a mistake. Understanding that made her feel lost. It was natural for a lover to believe she knew everything - intuitively, instinctively and intimately - about the man she had committed to. Wasn't it?

History generally records that Michael Vaughan quit the England captaincy in tearful circumstances following the Test-series defeat to South Africa in 2008. But the Top Spin can reveal this version of events is little more than a smokescreen. For it appears that what actually tipped Vaughan over the edge was a phonecall from a stricken team-mate - a call so harrowing Vaughan decided he could cope no longer. The ex-skipper was enjoying a barbecue at home with friends two summers ago when he took a rare call from Monty Panesar. 'Hello, Monty.' 'Hello Vaughany. I've got some bad news for you.' 'Oh?' 'Yes, you know I was telling you about my parrot Gary last week?' 'Er...' 'Well, he's gone missing. Just thought you'd like to know.' 'Sorry to hear that Monty.' 'Bye.' 'Bye.' So aghast was Vaughan that captaincy duty now extended to fielding calls from team-mates about escaped pets that he knew his time was up. Sure, the tears at the farewell press conference left an impression on us all. But it was Monty's ex-parrot that sealed the deal.

I’m afraid my wife picked up a number of, er, colorful expressions from the Yanks and such,” Frank offered, with a nervous smile. “True,” I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. “Men tend to be very ‘colorful’ when you’re picking shrapnel out of them.” Mr. Bainbridge had tactfully tried to distract the conversation onto neutral historical ground by saying that he had always been interested in the variations of what was considered profane speech through the ages. There was “Gorblimey,” for example, a recent corruption of the oath “God blind me.” “Yes, of course,” said Frank, gratefully accepting the diversion. “No sugar, thank you, Claire. What about ‘Gadzooks’? The ‘Gad’ part is quite clear, of course, but the ‘zook’.…” “Well, you know,” the solicitor interjected, “I’ve sometimes thought it might be a corruption of an old Scots word, in fact—‘yeuk.’ Means ‘itch.’ That would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Frank nodded, letting his unscholarly forelock fall across his forehead. He pushed it back automatically. “Interesting,” he said, “the whole evolution of profanity.” “Yes, and

verligen-Szene Êrec was biderbe unde guot, ritterlîche stuont sîn muot ê er wîp genaeme und hin heim kaeme: nû sô er heim komen ist, dô kêrte er allen sînen list an vrouwen Ênîten minne. sich vlizzen sîne sinne wie er alle sîne sache wante zuo gemache. sîn site er wandeln began. als er nie würde der man, alsô vertreip er den tac. des morgens er nider lac, daz er sîn wîp trûte unz daz man messe lûte. sô stuonden si ûf gelîche vil unmüezeclîche. ze handen si sich viengen, zer kappeln si giengen: dâ was ir tweln alsô lanc unz daz man messe gesanc. diz was sîn meistiu arbeit: sô was der imbîz bereit. swie schiere man die tische ûf zôch, mit sînem wîbe er dô vlôch ze bette von den liuten. dâ huop sich aber triuten. von danne enkam er aber nie unz er ze naht ze tische gie. (Erec war rechtschaffen und gut, sein Geist war ritterlich gewesen, bevor er eine Frau genommen hatte und nach Hause zurückgekehrt war. Nachdem er jetzt zu Hause ist, wendete er alle seine Gedanken an die Liebe Enites. Sein Verstand richtete sich nur darauf, wie er alles zu seiner Bequemlichkeit einrichten könne. Er änderte seine Gewohnheiten. Als sei er nie ein Mann geworden, so vertrieb er den Tag. Morgens legte er sich nieder, um seine Frau zu lieben, bis man zur Messe läutete. Dann standen sie beide eilig auf. Sie nahmen sich bei der Hand und gingen zur Kapelle; dort blieben sie gerade so lange wie man die Messe sang. Das war seine größte Mühe; dann war schon das Essen fertig. Sobald man die Tische hochgezogen hatte, eilte er mit seiner Frau von den Leuten weg ins Bett. Da ging die Liebe von neuem an. Von dort kam er nicht mehr weg, bis er zum Abendessen ging.)

Among the forces which sweep and play throughout the universe, untutored man is but a wisp in the wind. Our civilisation is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason. On the tiger no responsibility rests. We see him aligned by nature with the forces of life — he is born into their keeping and without thought he is protected. We see man far removed from the lairs of the jungles, his innate instincts dulled by too near an approach to free-will, his free-will not sufficiently developed to replace his instincts and afford him perfect guidance. He is becoming too wise to hearken always to instincts and desires; he is still too weak to always prevail against them. As a beast, the forces of life aligned him with them; as a man, he has not yet wholly learned to align himself with the forces. In this intermediate stage he wavers — neither drawn in harmony with nature by his instincts nor yet wisely putting himself into harmony by his own free-will. He is even as a wisp in the wind, moved by every breath of passion, acting now by his will and now by his instincts, erring with one, only to retrieve by the other, falling by one, only to rise by the other — a creature of incalculable variability. We have the consolation of knowing that evolution is ever in action, that the ideal is a light that cannot fail. He will not forever balance thus between good and evil. When this jangle of free-will and instinct shall have been adjusted, when perfect understanding has given the former the power to replace the latter entirely, man will no longer vary. The needle of understanding will yet point steadfast and unwavering to the distant pole of truth. In Carrie — as in how many of our worldlings do they not? — instinct and reason, desire and understanding, were at war for the mastery. She followed whither her craving led. She was as yet more drawn than she drew.

It was a charming and delightful day at Lord's as Ford and Arthur tumbled haphazardly out of a space-time anomaly and hit the immaculate turf rather hard. The applause of the crowd was tremendous. It wasn't for them, but instinctively they bowed anyway, which was fortunate because the small red heavy ball which the crowd actually had been applauding whistled mere millimetres over Arthur's head. In the crowd a man collapsed. They threw themselves back to the ground which seemed to spin hideously around them. "What was that?" hissed Arthur. "Something red," hissed Ford back at him. "Where are we?" "Er, somewhere green." "Shapes," muttered Arthur. "I need shapes." The applause of the crowd had been rapidly succeeded by gasps of astonishment, and the awkward titters of hundreds of people who could not yet make up their minds about whether to believe what they had just seen or not. "This your sofa?" said a voice. "What was that?" whispered Ford. Arthur looked up. "Something blue," he said. "Shape?" said Ford. Arthur looked again. "It is shaped," he hissed at Ford, with his brow savagely furrowing, "like a policeman." They remained crouched there for a few moments, frowning deeply. The blue thing shaped like a policeman tapped them both on the shoulders. "Come on, you two," the shape said, "let's be having you." These words had an electrifying effect on Arthur. He leapt to his feet like an author hearing the phone ring and shot a series of startled glanced at the panorama around him which had suddenly settled down into something of quite terrifying ordinariness. "Where did you get this from?" he yelled at the policeman shape. "What did you say?" said the startled shape. "This is Lord's Cricket Ground, isn't it?" snapped Arthur. "Where did you find it, how did you get it here? I think," he added, clasping his hand to his brow, "that I had better calm down." He squatted down abruptly in front of Ford. "It is a policeman," he said, "What do we do?" Ford shrugged. "What do you want to do?" he said. "I want you," said Arthur, "to tell me that I have been dreaming for the last five years." Ford shrugged again, and obliged. "You've been dreaming for the last five years," he said. Arthur got to his feet. "It's all right, officer," he said. "I've been dreaming for the last five years. Ask him," he added, pointing at Ford, "he was in it.

novels [4]. It follows that authentic text—text written for native speakers—is inappropriate for unassisted ER by all but the most advanced learners. For this reason, many educators advocate the use of learner literature, that is, stories written specifically for L2 learners, or adapted from authentic text [5]. For learners of English, there are over 40 graded reader series, consisting of over 1650 books with a variety of difficulty levels and genres [6].However, the time and expense in producing graded readers results in high purchase costs and limited availability in languages other than English and common L2‘s like Spanish and French. At a cost of £2.50 for a short English reader in 2001 [7] purchasing several thousand readers to cater for a school wide ER program requires a significant monetary investment. More affordable options are required, especially for schools in developing nations. Day and Bamford [8] recommend several alternatives when learner literature is not available. These include children's and young adult books, stories written by learners, newspapers, magazines and comic books. Some educators advocate the use of authentic texts in preference to simplified texts. Berardo [9] claims that the language in learner literature is ―artificial and unvaried‖, ―unlike anything that the learner will encounter in the real world‖ and often ―do not reflect how the language is really used‖. Berardo does concede that simplified texts are ―useful for preparing learners for reading 'real' texts. ‖ 2. ASSISTED READING Due to the large proportion of unknown vocabulary, beginner and intermediate learners require assistance when using authentic text for ER. Two popular forms of assistance are dictionaries and glossing. There are pros and cons of each approach. 1 A group of words that share the same root word, e.g. , run, ran, runner, runs, running. Permission to make digital or hard copies of all or part of this work for personal or classroom use is granted without fee provided that copies are not made or distributed for profit or commercial advantage and that copies bear this notice and the full citation on the first page. To copy otherwise, or republish, to post on servers or to redistribute to lists, requires prior specific permission and/or a fee.NZCSRSC’11, April 18-21, 2011, Palmerston North, New Zealand

Qui Lotito e qui lo nego Massimo Gramellini | 258 parole Trovo abbastanza surreale che il mondo del calcio si finga inorridito e sconvolto dall’ultima sortita del sor Lotito, intercettato al telefono mentre millanta il suo potere con il dirigente di una squadra minore. Il ducetto della Lazio strilla che il presidente soprammobile della Lega Calcio, tale Beretta, «conta zero» e che squadre come «er Carpi» e «er Frosinone» sarebbe meglio non salissero in serie A perché hanno pochi tifosi. Sai che pensieri originali. Lotito si è limitato a darvi fiato con i suoi accenti da bullo. L’unica sorpresa è il mancato uso del latinorum, rimpiazzato da un italiano ancora più pericolante. Eppure le sue «rivelazioni» hanno suscitato scalpore. Come se l’omarino laziale fosse un’eccezione di pessimo gusto e non soltanto uno dei tanti mostri che sfilano sulle passerelle unte del nostro sport preferito. Vogliamo parlare di quell’assatanato che strabuzza gli occhi roteando la sciarpa della Sampdoria come un lazo? O della macchietta che Galliani e Lotito hanno issato al vertice della cattedrale pallonara, l’incredibile Tavecchio, squalificato in Europa per frasi razziste ma in Italia scrittore di due libretti inutili sul calcio, che egli stesso ha fatto comprare con soldi pubblici alle federazioni da lui presiedute? In Spagna o in Inghilterra simili individui faticherebbero a entrarci, in uno stadio. Altro che recitarvi la parte dei padroni. Se Renzi fosse il dittatore che purtroppo non è, avrebbe già commissariato questa banda di mediocri, sostituendola con un esperto di calcio che parli almeno l’italiano.

The limitation on patience applies here because deferred spousal benefits rise in value between age 62 and FRA but they do not rise beyond that point. So holding out any longer won’t hike your spousal benefits one red cent, save for the annual inflation adjustment. As for survivor benefits, which are available as early as age 60 (age 50 for widow[er]s of disabled workers), the reward for patience also ends at FRA.

Apart from any reduction for taking a widow(er) benefits early, your widow(er) benefit will equal at least what your spouse was collecting as a retirement benefit.

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BLIKKENSLAGEREN I tettstedet Fjällbacka på den svenske vestkysten finner en blind pianostemmer en død, naken kvinne i et piano. Patrik Hedströms overordnede ved Tanumshede politistasjon mener det dreier seg om et uhell, men Hedström aner ugler i mosen og etterforsker saken på fritiden, sammen med sin kone, forfatteren Erica Falck. De to løser saken ved å stille de spørsmålene som resten av politiet ikke tenkte på å stille, fordi de er inkompetente. Det virker stadig som om Erica er i fare, men heldigvis er hun egentlig ikke det. Blikkenslageren er Camilla Läckbergs niende kriminalroman. Den er solgt til 117 land, er sendt som TV-serie og skal også filmatiseres i Hollywood, med Cameron Diaz og Johnny Depp i hovedrollene. Tildelt Folkets litteraturpris «Dette er bedre enn litteratur.» TERJE STEMLAND, Aftenposten

Marnes hätte die Geste gemocht, nahm sie an, er war ein umgänglicher Mensch gewesen, einer, der überall alt geworden war, nur nicht im Herzen. Dieses Organ war nicht strapaziert worden, weil er sich nie getraut hatte, es überhaupt zu benutzen.

The five of them sat talking for a while — and Carl and Alex did some more work on their comic. “I was thinking,” said Alex, “maybe instead of the title being The Legend of Carl the Creeper, what if it was The Legend of Carl the Creeper and also Alex?” “It’s not quite so catchy,” said Carl. “Let’s just stick with The Legend of Carl the Creeper. If you want, we could add an extra word in there, like The Legend of Carl the Awesome Creeper. What do you think?” “Er, yeah, I guess that’s pretty good,” said Alex. “The Legend of Carl the Awesome Creeper it is,” said Carl.

We want to make the battle of Jeb’s Peak even more epic than it was in real life,” said Alex, “so we’re giving Herobrine loads more kids in our comic book. They’ve all got awesome powers and cool names.” “Yes, but why does Herobrine need to have a long-lost sister as well?” said Carl. “Long lost siblings are awesome,” said Alex. “Haven’t you read the issue where Seth the Elf discovers he’s got five twin brothers?” “Of course, I have,” said Carl. “Anyway, Dave, here’s the list of Herobrine’s kids we’ve come up with so far. Tell us what you think.” “Er…” said Dave. “Thunderothbrine,” said Carl. “He’s Herobrine’s youngest son, who escaped from Herobrine’s lava castle by turning himself into a bolt of lightning. He dedicated his life to the ninja arts, and now he can throw shurikens made of electricity.” “Why would Herobrine have a lava castle?” Dave asked. “Because it’s cool,” said Alex. “Okay, here’s another one,” said Carl. “Alex came up with this one. Reverserothbrine. She looks just like Herobrine, but everything about her is reversed. Her head faces the other way, and she wears shoes on her hands and eats her dinner with her feet.” “Um…” said Dave. “I told you that one was rubbish,” Carl said to Alex. “Now what about this one, Dave: Fishrothbrine. He can summon krakens and can breathe underwater for up to three hours. Or this one: Deathrothbrine. He dies every issue, but then comes back alive in the next issue.” “Tell him my other one,” said Alex. “All right,” said Carl, rolling his eyes. “Alex came up with Cakerothbrine. She can summon cakes and is Herobrine’s long lost wife, who left him after he never helped to clean the house. She has triplet daughters who are all ninjas: Firerothbrine, who has the power of fire, Waterothbrine, who has the power of water, and Porkchoprothbrine, who has the power of porkchops.

A ah aller (to go) B bay bébé (baby) C say céréale (cereal) D day décembre (December) E er effacer (erase) F eff fleur (flower) G jay geyser (geyser) H osh hauteur (height) I e idée (idea) J gee jouet (toy)

Er, yes it is,” said Dave. “Here, you can have this.” Dave threw the gold helmet to the little piglin, who caught it and immediately put it on his head. “Gog the boss now!” said the little piglin. “You all have to do what Gog say!” “But Gog,” said one of the adult piglins. “I’m your dad!” “Gog no care,” said Gog. “Gog the boss!” “Boss Gog,” said another piglin, “we must go and mine some more netherite. If we don’t have enough for the Royal Guard tomorrow, we will be in big-big trouble.” “Good point,” said Gog. “Let’s go.

A major source of conflict is that men sometimes infer sexual interest on the part of a woman when it does not exist. A series of experiments has documented this phenomenon (Abbey, 1982; Lindgren, George, & Shoda, 2007). In one study, 98 male and 102 female college students viewed a 10-minute videotape of a conversation in which a female student visits a male professor’s office to ask for more time to complete a term paper. The actors in the film were a female drama student and a professor in the theater department. Neither the student nor the professor acted flirtatious or overtly sexual, although both were instructed to behave in a friendly manner. People who witnessed the tape then rated the likely intentions of the woman using a seven-point scale. Women watching the interaction were more likely to say that she was trying to be friendly, with an average rating of 6.45, and not sexy (2.00) or seductive (1.89). Men, also perceiving friendliness (6.09), were significantly more likely than women to infer seductive (3.38) and sexual intentions (3.84). A speed-dating laboratory procedure had men rate women’s sexual interest in them a er a brief interaction and compared those ratings to women’s self-reported sexual interest in each of the men (Perilloux et al., 2012). Again, men exhibited a sexual misperception bias, perceiving women as significantly more interested in them than women actually were. Men high in self-perceived attractiveness and female-evaluated mate value are especially vulnerable to the sexual over-perception bias (Kohl & Robertson, 2014; Perilloux et al., 2012). And men who pursue a short-term mating strategy are also more prone to the sexual over-perception bias (Perilloux et al., 2012), likely because this bias facilitates more frequent attempts to initiate sexual overtures.

Dan wil ik de verzameling.' Vicente doelde op de uitgebreide serie speelgoedautootjes die zijn vader achter slot en grendel in de vitrinekast in de woonkamer had staan. Het waren bijna vierhonderd verschillende modellen, die León sinds zijn kindertijd gespaard had. Vicente mocht er niet mee spelen, wat bij de jongen aanvankelijk voor onbegrip en teleurstelling had gezorgd, maar in de loop der tijd was hij eraan gewend geraakt om door het glas naar de autootjes te kijken, alsof het aquariumvissen waren. Verder waren de autootjes voor León hét gespreksonderwerp als zijn zoon bij hem was. 'Heb je enig idee wat dat piepkleine groene raceautootje kost?', zei hij bijvoorbeeld terwijl hij naar een Jaguar van Matchbox wees, made in England in 1957. 'Nee. Hoeveel dan?' 'Een hele hoop, zei León. 'En met de dag meer. Als ik doodga, is deze verzameling van jou, hij had dit al talloze malen gezegd, en dan kun jij verder sparen, of misschien, als het je niet interesseert, de verzameling verkopen, je krijgt er een smak geld voor.' Hoewel Vicente een rijke fantasie had, had hij nooit gedacht dat die verzameling zoveel waard zou zijn. Onder de huidige conjunctuur berekende hij echter dat hij, zelfs als hij ze per stuk en heel goedkoop verkocht, genoeg geld bijeen zou kunnen krijgen om de operatie te betalen. Hij had nooit gedacht dat León pertinent zou weigeren. Het was voor het eerst dat hij het gevoel of de zekerheid had dat zijn vader een sukkel was.

Well I’ll be damned, thought Barbarotti. He’s telling me . . . he’s actually telling me to go home, lie on my bed and think. In paid work time. For a whole day. ‘Not a bad idea,’ Barbarotti said, getting quickly to his feet. ‘Certainly worth a try. Er . . . I’ll be back tomorrow, then?

Really?” said Barry. “You really want me to come with you? You sure you’re not worried that I’ll be so miserable that I’ll make you miserable and then we’ll both be miserable and will have a miserable journey?” “Er… No, of course not,” said Ivan. He was already regretting asking Barry to come with him and was praying that the enderman would say no. “All right, I’ll come,” said Barry.

The first known published text of the classic fairy tale "Beauty and the Beast" was written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve in 1740 and collected in her compilation La Jeune Américaine et les contes marins. To say that the story met with favor is an understatement. By 1756, "Beauty and the Beast" was so well known that Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont wrote an abridged edition of it that would become the popular version included in collections of fairy tales throughout the nineteenth century (although Andrew Lang went back to de Villeneuve's original for his groundbreaking anthology The Blue Fairy Book, first published in 1891 as the beginning of a twelve-book series that would revolutionize the anthologizing of fairy tales for young read ers). Fifteen years later. Jean-François Marmontel and André Ernest Modeste Grétry adapted de Villeneuve's story as the book for the opera Zémire et Azor. the start of more than two centuries of extraliterary treatments that now include Jean Cocteau's famous 1946 film La Belle et la Bête, Walt Disney's 1991 animated feature Beauty and the Beast, and countless other cinematic, televi sion, stage, and musical variations on the story's theme. More than 4,000 years after it became part of the oral storytelling tradi tion, it is easy to understand why "Beauty and the Beast" continues to be one of the most popular fairy tales of all time, and a seemingly inexhaustible source of inspiration for artists working in all mediums. Its theme of the power of unconditional love is one that never grows old.

Dave?” she said faintly, looking up at him. “Dave, my love. It’s so good to see you!” And to Dave’s surprise, she reached up and kissed him on the lips. Spidroth was still wearing her outfit with the purple frock coat and the white cape, but it seemed that the old Spidroth was back. “Er, is there something you guys want to tell us?” said Carl, raising an eyebrow. “Um, Spidroth and I are boyfriend and girlfriend now,” said Dave, feeling his cheeks glow red.

you have a doubt about a person's humility, hunger, or smarts, don't ignore it. Keep probing. More often than not, there is something causing that doubt. That's not to discourage keeping an open mind, but erring on the side of assuming that a person has the virtues of a team player is a bad idea. So many times hiring managers look back at the red flags they saw during interviews, the ones they chose to ignore, and regret not taking more time or energy to understand them. While it's never possible to have complete confidence in a hire, nagging doubts about a candidate's humility, hunger, or smarts need to be properly explored and discarded before an offer can be made.

James, ye dinnae have tae eat meat if ye dinnae want tae. Yer mam’s been trying tae get me tae give it up for years. But if ye dae eat it, ye should ne’er forget that a creature gave everything so that ye can live and grow strong. Never, ever waste meat, son. It shows disrespect and contempt for life. We dinnae kill for the sake of it, ye ken? We should love and respect our animals for whit they give uz. Ye understand,

Well, I guess I should say something as well,” said the creeper. “When I first met Dave, I was living in a nice dark cave with regular access to baked potatoes. Throughout our journey, I’ve eaten loads of great potatoes. Some were slightly overcooked, and some were slightly too soft, but all of them were good in their own special way. It’s not always easy to cook a baked potato completely right, but when you do, it’s a thing of beauty. So, I’m thankful for every baked potato that I’ve eaten. Yes, I may have run out of baked potatoes at the moment, but I have hope that one day I’ll be back home, eating baked potatoes again. Thank you.” Carl sat down. “That was beautiful, Carl,” said Alex, wiping her tears away. “Beautiful?!” said Spidroth, looking at Alex in disbelief. “All he did was talk about baked potatoes!” “Yes, but he was really talking about friendship,” said Porkins. “Isn’t that right, Carl?” “No, I was just talking about baked potatoes,” said Carl. “Oh,” said Porkins. “But, er, out of all the idiots I’ve met, you guys are probably my favorite idiots,” said Carl. “And I suppose this adventure hasn’t been too terrible, as adventures go. Still, I’m very much looking forward to going home and never going on adventures again.

In Maie get a weede hooke, a crotch and a glove, And weed out such weedes as the corne doth not love. Slack never thy weeding, for dearth nor for cheape, The corne shall reward it er ever ye reape. [Thomas Tusser, ‘Five hundred points of husbandry: directing what corn, grass, is proper to be sown: what trees to be planted: how land is to be improved: with with whatever is fit to be done for the benefit of the farmer in every month of the year’ (1557).]

lie around all day eating them while watching episodes of ER. I watched every episode of every series of ER.

Click. The front door shut behind his dad, and immediately, Rory shot out of bed. He dressed in a flash and, holding his breath, sped towards the kitchen, knowing he had a short window of time before Ranger Adia arrived. Guzzling down his breakfast, Rory bristled nervously as he walked through his secret plan for the day in his mind. 5.45 a.m. Wake up! - tick. 6.01 a.m. Wait for Dad to leave - tick. 6.05 a.m. Get dressed - er, tick. Rory chuckled to himself as he caught his reflection in the mirror. His favourite T-shirt was on back to front! 6.07 a.m. Breakfast – tick. 6.10 a.m. Bathroom. 6.15 a.m. Get supplies and put in backpack. 6.20 a.m. Put on coat and exit cabin for secret adventure. Leaving a trail of destruction (and breakfast cereal) in his wake, he rushed to the bathroom and proceeded to brush his teeth like he was scrubbing the

-Men De har virkelig lest meget; - der kan De se hvor skadelig det er!

The most important moment in religious history was when Pontius Pilate asked Jesus Christ, “What is truth?” This was the ideal opportunity for “God” to finally explain reality and truth to humanity. What, then, was Christ’s answer? Er, nothing. That dreadful silence reveals everything about mainstream religion and its inability to explain anything.

How many useless imprecations would be avoided,” adds the Shogun, “if it were given to men to know how to employ the arguments which common sense dictates, in order to distribute the weight of the mistakes committed among those who deserve the burden, without, at the same time, forgetting to assume our own share of the responsibility if we have erred. “Nothing is more sterile than regrets or reproaches, when they do not carry with them the resolution never again to fall into the same error.

Lillebror albuede sig frem mellem os og skreg: – Øl til mig, fem glas på een gang! Han drejede sig om mod en lille arret fyr, der stod for sig selv ved disken og drak. – Betal mit øl, eller du får nogen på snuden! – Det er da ved Thor og Odin ikke mig, De mener, Herr? Spurgte den lille og pegede spørgende på sig selv med et så grinagtigt udtryk i sit skamskårede fjæs, at vi brast i latter. Lillebror, der var den største bandit og slagsbror indenfor 6. generalkommandodistrikt, gloede et øjeblik på den lille og svarede, som smagte han på hvert ord: – Lige netop dig, kaninfod.

Ook dit bezoek verliep volgens een vast programma. Zodra we zaten kwam de huisknecht binnen met een blad vol gebak en bonbons en madame Odette schonk uit een grote blauwe kan chocolade. Dat was het moment waarop de jonkers binnenstoven, die met groot misbaar hun aandeel opeisten. Er waren altijd dezelfde soort gebakjes, hoog en langwerpig met drie lagen mokkacreme gevuld, versierd met zilveren pilletjes op de wijze van dominostenen. Als gast kreeg ik altijd dubbel-zes met de twaalf zilveren pillen, tot woede en ergernis van Lucien en Robert. Gelukkig verdwenen die altijd met de buit naar hun eigen kamers en daarna werd het pas echt gezellig. Een vette witte kat, met de knecht binnengekomen, lag te spinnen op de satijnen schoot van de barones die dicht bij de grote gashaard zat. Ik zat soezerig naar de vlammetjes te staren toen madadme Odette met een serie zuchten opmerkte: 'Een vrouw zoals ik. Beleeft haar hel. Hier al op aarde.' Ik vond dat ze zich niet te beklagen had in die mooie warme kamer met al dat lekkers en zo prachtig gekleed; en daar Lucien en Robert haar eigen kinderen waren, zou zij ze niet akelig vinden.

Graced by those signs which truth delights to own, The timid blush, and mild submitted tone: Whate’er she says, though sense appear throughout, Displays the tender hue of female doubt; Deck’d with that charm, how lovely wit appears,

Gran, seriously, you are one scary old bird. Er, firebird. Not old bird, if you please.

In one Globetrotter’s skit, it involved Globetrotter’s Captain Meadowlark Lemon collapsing on the ground, and Wilt threw him up in the air several feet high and caught him like a baby. Lemon weighed 210 lbs. Lemon, and other people including Arnold Schwarzenegger, said that Wilt was the strongest athlete that ever lived. On March 9, 2000, his number 13 was retired by the Globetrotters. Wilt’s NBA Career Accomplishments On October 24, 1959 Wilt finally made his NBA debut. Wilt played for the then, “Philadelphia Warriors.” Wilt immediately became the league’s top earner making $30,000 topping Bob Cousy who was making $25,000. The $30,000 is equivalent to $263,000 in today’s currency as per the year 2019. In Wilt’s 1959-1960 season, which was his rookie year, his team made the playoffs. The Warriors beat the Syracuse Nationals then had to go on to play the Eastern Conference Champions, the Boston Celtics. Coach Red Auerbach strategized his forward Tom Heinsohn to commit fouls on Wilt. When the Warriors shot free throws, Heinsohn grabbed and pushed Wilt to stop him from getting back on defense, so quickly. Wilt was a prolific shot blocker, and this allowed Celtics to score quickly without Wilt protecting the basket. The Warriors lost the series 4 games to two after Tom Heinsohn got a last second tip in to seal the win of the series for the Celtics. As a rookie Wilt shocked Warriors' fans by saying he was thinking of retiring from basketball. He was tired of being double- and triple-teamed, and of teams fouling him very hard. Wilt was afraid that he would lose his temper one day which he did in the playoff series versus Boston. Wilt punched Heinsohn and injured his hand. Wilt played for The Philadelphia Warriors, who then relocated to San Francisco, The Philadelphia 76ers, and The Los Angeles Lakers. He won one title with the 76ers then one with the Lakers. First NBA game Wilt scored 43 points and snatched 28 rebounds. Grabbed his rookie career high of 43 rebounds in a win over the New York Knicks.