Regis Quotes

Mrs. Landingham, does the President have free time this morning?" "The President has nothing but free time, Toby. Right now he's in the residence eating Cheerios and enjoying Regis and Kathie Lee. Should I get him for you?" "Sarcasm's a disturbing thing coming from a woman of your age, Mrs. Landingham." "What age would that be, Toby?" "Late twenties?" "Atta boy.

religion is no longer the opium of the people but the vitamin pills of the feeble.

- Kompania mi się trafiła - podjął Geralt, kręcąc głową. - Towarzysze broni! Drużyna bohaterów! Nic, tylko ręce załamać. Wierszokleta z lutnią. Dzikie i pyskate pół driady, pół baby. Wampir, któremu idzie na pięćdziesiąty krzyżyk. I cholerny Nilfgaardczyk, który upiera się, że nie jest Nilfgaardczykiem. - A na czele drużyny wiedźmin, chory na wyrzuty sumienia, bezsiłę i niemożność podjęcia decyzji - dokończył spokojnie Regis. - Zaiste, proponuję podróżować incognito, by nie wzbudzać sensacji. - I śmiechu - dodała Milva.

What can I say? Librarians rule.

My mother, Nicolette, is the Katagaria Grand Regis Ursulan- so don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit. Quick rule rundown. No fighting, no biting, no magick. You break the rules, we break body parts and you’re banned from here…if you survive. In short, come in peace or leave in pieces. (Dev)

Rex Corvus, parate Regis Corvi.

EXPLICIT LIBER REGIS QUONDAM REGIS FUTURI THE BEGINNING

Difference is not the opposite of harmony but its condition.

„Man regis, mes, lietuviai, pernelyg užsidarę, pernelyg retai išsišnekam.

The person in the saddle is not necessarily the one holding the reins.

You are as good as anybody and better than most

Kuo jaunesnis yra žmogus, kuo platesnė ir įvairesnė prieš jį turėtų plytėti ateitis, tuo mažiau prasmės jis regi savo gyvenime.

I wondered what the Presidential Suite at the St. Regis had to offer tonight besides some fantastic cock.

This was the sort of situation that she read about in the novels she favored, by authors such as Miss Jane Austen, whom Margaret was sure she’d met long ago at the Assembly Rooms the first time we visited Lyme. One of Miss Austen’s books had even featured Lyme Regis, but I did not read fiction and could not be persuaded to try it. Life itself was far messier and didn’t end so tidily with the heroine making the right match. We Philpot sisters were the very embodiment of that frayed life. I did not need novels to remind me of what I had missed.

This being true for the ordinary Universe, that all sense-impressions are dependent on changes in the brain we must include illusions, which are after all sense-impressions as much as “realities” are, in the class of “phenomena dependent on brain-changes.

Los dos se llamaban Rafael y ambos habían hecho un juramento, lucharon juntos, murieron y fueron enterrados en la misma tumba..." Como no sabía muy bien lo que hacía, extendió la mano hacia Regis y tomó la de él en la suya. Dijo, "Me gustaría morir así. ¿A ti no?

Truly, more than removing the partition between vectors and values, we would have needed to talk about strengthening crisscrossed lacings: an intertwined kind of understanding that would de-ideologize 'ideologies,' desanctify sanctities, but also mentalize the material bases of systems of inscription, and psychoanalyze not souls but tools. That is, in one and the same gesture, make our mnemo-technic equipment intelligible as mentality and our mental equipment intelligible as technology.

Kovėsi jis geriau negu kada nors gyvenime, regis, buvo pasiryžęs sutelkti visą didžiulę jį lydinčią šlovę į šią vienintelę dieną. Užuot pasidavęs įprastiniam siautuliui žudyti, stengėsi, kad sektųsi mirmidonams. Kovėsi nebe kirviu, o kalaviju ir visiškai tylomis, kaip karalius, kasmet atliekantis didįjį atnašavimą dievui. Ta mintis patraukė paskui save kitą, ir aš iš karto supratau, kokia permaina jame įvykusi. Visada jis būdavo tik karalaitis, niekada nebuvo karalius. O tą dieną jis buvo karalius.

Ignorance is no justification for ill-conceived actions. When one doesn't know or has doubts it's best to seek advice.

gouverner l esprit des autres, et non faire le salut de son âme, ni rechercher le vrai ou le beau.

No horoscope matches this accuracy. No theory of human causality, Freudian, Marxist, Christian or animist, has ever been so precise. No prophet in the Old Testament, no entrail-grazing oracle in ancient Greece, no crystal-ball gypsy clairvoyant on the pier at Bognor Regis ever pretended to tell people exactly when their lives would fall apart, let alone got it right.

Dandelion spoke first; elaborately, fluently, colourfully and volubly, embellishing his tale with ornaments so beautiful and fanciful they almost obscured the fibs and confabulations. Then the Witcher spoke. He spoke the same truth, and spoke so dryly, boringly and flatly that Dandelion couldn’t bare it and kept butting in, for which the dwarves reprimanded him. And then the story was over and a lengthy silence fell. 'To the archer Milva!' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup. 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist who entertained the travellers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake. And to Angoulême, whom I never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. May they have in the beyond plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let’s drink to them.

I am Mrs. Poulteney. I have come to take up residence. Kindly inform your Master." "His Infinitude has been informed of your decease, ma'am. His angels have already sung a Jubilate in celebration of the event." "That is most proper and kind of Him." And the worthy lady, pluming and swelling, made to sweep into the imposing white hall she saw beyond the butler's head. But the man did not move aside. Instead, he rather impertinently jangled some keys he chanced to have in his hand. "My man! Make way. I am she. Mrs. Poulteney of Lyme Regis." "Formerly of Lyme Regis, ma'am. And now of a much more tropical abode." With that, the brutal flunkey slammed the door in her face.

And of all the objects under my immediate advisement I noted this yacht with the most pleasure and approval. White in colour, in size resembling a young liner, it lent a decided tone to the Chuffnell Regis foreshore.

Moartea nu poate fi întinată de prejudecăți precum poziția socială sau sexul. Îi ia pe regi, și pe regine, și pe prostituate, lăsându-i pe cei vii răscoliți de regrete. Ne-am schimba dacă am ști că sfarsitul e așa de aproape?

One night, for example, I picked up Salvador Dalí on Fifty-Seventh Street and took him to the St. Regis Hotel, not that far away. It was really him, moustache pointing straight up—the whole picture-perfect Dalí. I was flabbergasted. I only had him for a few blocks, and I was dying to say something to him, but I was completely tongue-tied. He paid me, tipped me, and a doorman came to sweep him away.

What a company I ended up with,’ Geralt continued, shaking his head. ‘Brothers in arms! A team of heroes! What have I done to deserve it? A poetaster with a lute. A wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman. A vampire, who’s about to notch up his fifth century. And a bloody Nilfgaardian who insists he isn’t a Nilfgaardian.’ ‘And leading the party is the Witcher, who suffers from pangs of conscience, impotence and the inability to take decisions,’ Regis finished calmly. ‘I suggest we travel incognito, to avoid arousing suspicion.’ ‘Or raising a laugh,’ Milva added.

C est quand notre milieu (naturel ou culturel) commence a nous faire du mal qu on s avise de son existence, et plus il nous decouvrira ses fragilites, plus nous y aurons mal. Ainsi decouvre-t-on sa langue quand, a l etranger, on ne peut plus la parler - ou qu on avait une patrie, quand on est exile.

But they’re your countrymen, Witcher,’ Regis said. ‘I mean, they call you Geralt of Rivia.’ ‘A slight correction,’ he replied coldly. ‘I call myself that to make my name sound fancier. It’s an addition that inspires more trust in my clients.’ ‘I see,’ the vampire said, smiling. ‘And why exactly did you choose Rivia?’ ‘I drew sticks, marked with various grand-sounding names. My witcher preceptor suggested that method to me, although not initially. Only after I’d insisted on adopting the name Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. Vesemir thought it was ridiculous; pretentious and idiotic. I dare say he was right.

Please forgive me, gentlemen,’ the alchemist said, acknowledging the gesture, ‘but I never permit myself any stimulants. My health isn’t what it was. I’ve been forced to give up many… pleasures.’ ‘Not even a sip?’ ‘It’s a principle,’ Regis explained calmly. ‘I never break any principles once I’ve adopted them.

Drizzt halted before the throne and bowed low. The sight of Regis standing beside the wizard disturbed him more than a little,

Cats?” Bruenor gawked at Regis. “Ye brought cats?” Regis smiled and shifted his head in his hands. “You know a better way to get rid of mice?

Responsive teaching and assessing means we are always teaching for understanding, continuously checking for understanding, and adjusting instruction as needed.

I was mortified. I molested The Regis.

Stresor atau penyebab stres berasal dari peristiwa yang netral. Respon kita terhadap stresor tersebutlah yang membuatnya bermakna.

Beatus ille, quem tu, solitudo, sua lege regis, non publica." "Feliz aquel a quien tú, soledad, riges según sus propias leyes y no las públicas.

Vexilla Regis prodeunt Inferni

Ni fetichiser ni stigmatiser: remplacer Versus par Verso.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

Ma, per dirla col vampiro Regis, procedere senza meta era meglio che stare fermi senza meta, e molto meglio che arretrare senza meta

I’m not certain,’ Regis said, smiling through pursed lips, ‘that you’re treating the right illness. I’d also like to remind you that one should treat causes, not symptoms.

In schools where learning is taken very seriously, there are few interruptions. See what you can do to change the culture of your school so that teaching and learning are “sacred.

Doch wie sich der Vampir Regis ausdrückte, lieber ohne Ziel vorwärts gehen, als ohne Ziel auf der Stelle stehenbleiben, und allemal besser, als sich ohne Ziel zurückzuziehen.

Nous ne savons plus si les médecins ne provoquent pas la mort au lieu de nous protéger. Si ce que nous avons dans notre assiette va nous alimenter ou nous intoxiquer. D ou une évidente crise de confiance - envers des technologies que nous tendons a désinvestir après avoir mis trop d espoir en elles, ajoutant ainsi la techno-frustration au déboussolement moral.

do you love her" Wulfgar asked suddenly, and the drow was off his guard. "Of course I do," Drizzt responded truthfully. "As I love you, and Bruenor, and Regis." "I would not interfere-" Wulfgar started to say, but he was stopped by Drizzt's chuckle. "The choice is neither mine nor yours," the drow explained, "but Catti-brie's. Remember, what you had, my friend, and remember what you, in your foolishness, nearly lost." Wulfgar looked long and hard at his dear friend, determined to heed that wise advice. Catti-brie's life was Catti-brie's to decide and whatever, or whomever, she chose, Wulfgar would always be among friends. The winter would be long and cold, thick with snow and mercifully uneventful. Things would not be the same between the friends, could never be after all they had experienced, but they would be together again, in heart and in soul. Let no man, and no fiend, ever try to separate them again!

From that very first night at the St. Regis, you have filled my brain, leaving no room for anyone else. Even with an ocean separating us, I could feel you, like the ache of a phantom limb.

I am often amused when women with little or no experience in housekeeping and/or unaccustomed to performing household chores, upon stumbling on a man almost miraculously become domesticated.

He was changed as completely as Amory Blaine could ever be changed. Amory plus Beatrice plus two years in Minneapolis - these had been his ingredients when he entered St. Regis'. But the Minneapolis years were not a thick enough overlay to conceal the "Amory plus Beatrice" from the ferreting eyes of a boarding school, so St. Regis' had very painfully drilled Beatrice out of him and begun to lay down new and more conventional planking on the fundamental Amory. But both St. Regis' and Amory were unconscious of the fact that this fundamental Amory had not in himself changed. Those qualities for which he had suffered: his moodiness, his tendency to pose, his laziness, and his love of playing the fool, were now taken as a matter of course, recognized eccentricities in a star quarter-back, a clever actor, and the editor of the "St. Regis' Tattler"; it puzzled him to see impressionable small boys imitating the very vanities that had not long ago been contemptible weaknesses.

It’s time you gave up your secrets, Geralt,’ Zoltan grimaced. ‘Dandelion hasn’t told us much we didn’t know. You can’t help it if you’re a walking legend. They re-enact stories of your adventures in puppet theatres. Like the story about you and an enchantress by the name of Guinevere.’ ‘Yennefer,’ Regis corrected in hushed tones. ‘I saw that one. It was the story of a hunt for a genie, if my memory serves me correctly.

It was in Nino’s Catholic education that he encountered, for the first time, a setback: he failed the entrance exam for Regis, the prestigious Catholic high school in Manhattan he was eyeing. A classmate from this period, who

Quanti si tegnon or là sù gran regi che qui staranno come porci in brago, di sé lasciando orribili dispregi! Combien se prennent là-haut pour de grands rois, qui seront ici comme porcs dans l'ordure, laissant de soi un horrible mépris.

Orang yang mengalami depresi memiliki pikiran yang sangat kompleks dan negatif. Pikiran mereka seperti benang kusut, puzzle yang tak pernah lengkap, dan labirin tanpa jalan keluar. Mereka mengalami sedih yang tak berkesudahan, lalu pikiran mereka selalu mempertanyakannya. Setiap pengalaman dianalisis, setiap memori kami ingat sebagai luka, dan setiap kenangan kami anggap sebagai duka. Kami mbungkus diri dalam kesedihan-memenjarakan pikiran kami sendiri dalam kegelapan.

Regie Gibson said, “Our problem as Americans is we actually hate history. . . . What we love is nostalgia. We love to remember things exactly the way they didn’t happen. History itself is often an indictment. And people? We hate to be indicted.

them. “Regis McKenna,” he was told. “I asked them what Regis McKenna was,” Jobs recalled, “and they told me he was a person.” When Jobs phoned, he couldn’t get through to McKenna. Instead he was transferred to Frank Burge, an account executive, who tried

How did Regis feel, when he found out that Ianna had given him half a life? I wondered. Was he grateful? Or did he resent that he was bound to her forever because she wasn’t sure how to live without him? The rain fell harder, and the night offered no reply.

I circled among the narrow, San Franciscan streets of Mt. Adams until night fell, then dropped down St. Martin's to Paradrome and up to Ida, where I parked beneath an arching willow some three houses down from Tray Leach's home. I'd bought five styrofoam cups full of coffee at a little grocery on St. Regis, and, as I sat there watching the western sky go purple and then deep blue, I flipped the plastic lid off one of them. It was bad, bitter coffee. But I was feeling numb and disoriented after Cornell Street and I had to keep alert all night long.

amateur magician himself, he had first seen Joe performing at the St. Regis for his classmate at Horace Mann, Roy Cohn, and had been impressed enough by Joe’s natural movements, his solemnity, and his flawless presentations of the Miser’s Dream, Rosini’s Location, and the Stabbed Deck to insist that Joe be engaged to baffle his

Homo innove par ce qu il stocke.

Menjadi orang baik sebenarnya sangat mudah. Susahnya adalah menjadi "orang baik" versi ayah (punya rumah, punya mobil, punya pekerjaan dengan gaji tinggi), versi ibu (menikah dengan pasangan berkecukupan, melangsungkan pesta yang megah, punya anak), versi teman (harus pintar, mengerti gosip terkini, bisa diajak nongkrong), dan menjadi baik versi seluruh orang di dunia ini yang mengenal kita.

To Milva the Archer.' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup, 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist, he entertained the travelers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake, and to Angoulême whom i never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. My they have in the beyond, plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let us drink to them.

If it is written in the books of providence", the sorceress said after a while, “that Geralt will find Ciri, then it will happen. Regardless of whether the witcher sets off into the mountains or sits in Toussaint. Predestination overtakes humans. Not vice versa. Do you understand that? Do you understand, Mr. Regis Terzieff-Godefroy?" "Better than you think, Miss Vigo.” The vampire turned the sausage link in his fingers. "However, you must excuse me, I do not accept that predestination is in some book, written by the hand of a great Demiurge, or the will of heaven, or the unalterable judgment of any providence. Rather, it is the result of many seemingly unconnected facts, events, and actions. I tend to agree with you that the predestination overtakes humans...and not only humans. However, I accept much less the view that it could not also be reversed. Because this view is a convenient fatalism. It is a paean to apathy and baseness on a feather bed and the charming warmth of a woman’s womb. In short, to live in a dream. Life, Miss Vigo may be a dream, may end in a dream ... But it's a dream that you must actively dream. Therefore, Miss Vigo, the road awaits us." "Go ahead." Fringilla stood up, almost as violent as Milva had recently. "As you wish! Snow, cold, and predetermination await you on the passes. And the atonement that you so urgently seem to need. Go ahead! But the witcher is staying here. In Toussaint! With me!" "I believe," the vampire replied calmly, "You are mistaken, Miss Vigo. The dream you dream with the witcher is, I confess with a bow, magical and beautiful. However, any dream that we dream for too long becomes a nightmare. And from it we awake with a scream.

paleontological momentum had moved to England. In 1812, at Lyme Regis on the Dorset coast, an extraordinary child named Mary Anning—aged eleven, twelve, or thirteen, depending on whose account you read—found a strange fossilized sea monster, seventeen feet long and now known as the ichthyosaurus, embedded in the steep and dangerous cliffs along the English Channel. It was the start of a remarkable career. Anning would spend the next thirty-five years gathering

Door intimiteit zijn we met elkaar verbonden en de onzichtbare banden zijn bevrijdende boeien. De verbondenheid is gebiedend: ze vereist exclusiviteit. Delen is verraden. Maar het is niet zo dat we slechts een enkele persoon mogen liefhebben, en aanraken. Wat te doen? Regie voeren over de verschillende intimiteiten? Een penibele boekhouding voeren over onderwerpen, woorden, gebaren? Over gedeelde kennis en over geheimen? Dat zou geruisloos druppelend gif zijn.

Gode foredragsholdere var populære, og de reiste gjerne på turneer i regi av Folkeopplysningsrådet. De fleste av dem var kjente mennesker på forskjellige områder, og jeg var vettskremt ved tanken på å ta imot dem. Bedre ble det ikke da jeg fikk vite at den første jeg skulle få i hus var juristen, forfatteren og arkeologen Helge Ingstad. Han var kjent for sine bragder rundt om i verden, vi hadde lest om ham, hørt ham snakke i radioen, og nå skulle denne berømte mannen bo hos oss.

REINHOLD JOBS. Wisconsin-born Coast Guard seaman who, with his wife, Clara, adopted Steve in 1955. REED JOBS. Oldest child of Steve Jobs and Laurene Powell. RON JOHNSON. Hired by Jobs in 2000 to develop Apple’s stores. JEFFREY KATZENBERG. Head of Disney Studios, clashed with Eisner and resigned in 1994 to cofound DreamWorks SKG. ALAN KAY. Creative and colorful computer pioneer who envisioned early personal computers, helped arrange Jobs’s Xerox PARC visit and his purchase of Pixar. DANIEL KOTTKE. Jobs’s closest friend at Reed, fellow pilgrim to India, early Apple employee. JOHN LASSETER. Cofounder and creative force at Pixar. DAN’L LEWIN. Marketing exec with Jobs at Apple and then NeXT. MIKE MARKKULA. First big Apple investor and chairman, a father figure to Jobs. REGIS MCKENNA. Publicity whiz who guided Jobs early on and remained a trusted advisor. MIKE MURRAY. Early Macintosh marketing director. PAUL OTELLINI. CEO of Intel who helped switch the Macintosh to Intel chips but did not get the iPhone business. LAURENE POWELL. Savvy and good-humored Penn graduate, went to Goldman Sachs and then Stanford Business School, married Steve Jobs in 1991. GEORGE RILEY. Jobs’s Memphis-born friend and lawyer. ARTHUR ROCK. Legendary tech investor, early Apple board member, Jobs’s father figure. JONATHAN “RUBY” RUBINSTEIN. Worked with Jobs at NeXT, became chief hardware engineer at Apple in 1997. MIKE SCOTT. Brought in by Markkula to be Apple’s president in 1977 to try to manage Jobs.

My body records certain events; an autopsy would show that I have had a child, broken some ribs, lost my appendix. Other physical assaults have left no trace; measles, mumps, malaria, suppurations and infections, coughs and colds, upheavals of the digestive system. When I was young I carried on my knee for many years a patch of delicately puckered pink skin preserving the time Gordon pushed me down a cliff at Lyme Regis (or, he would claim, did not); I can no longer find it - the body obliterates, also.

UNIVERS EU voi pleca spre infinitul În care mi-a rămas privitul Și voi veni de nicăieri... Poate mai repede ca ieri. Dar știu că voi găsi mereu... Acel ușor și acel ,,greu" același rău, același bine, În contradicție cu mine... Alți regi și alți martiri mai noi... Unii-mbuibați și alții goi... Și alte măști, alți arlechini... Alți ratați și alți senini. Alte motive puse lumii De vreun proliferant al ciumii. Și alte măști, alți rechini, O, repetiție turbată. Termină-ți ciclu-acesta-odată Și azvârle-mă în UNIVERS De unde-am venit Făr să fi mers...

<...> spėliodavo, kur pakastas šuo, kad taip, regis, Dievo apdovanotas ir kalnus gyvenime nuversti galintis sūnus savo gyvenimo dienas skina tokia atbula ranka. Tačiau mąslusis Jonas Motiejus klydo dėl vieno dalyko – iš tiesų čia buvo pakastas ne šuo, o katinas, ir tas pats – ne pakastas, o atkastas, mat būtent tądien, kai prieš šešerius metus Kazimieras atkasė Mauricijų, kartu su katino dvėsena atkapstė ir savąjį beviltišką suvokimą, kad žmogus – tai tik kada nors taip pat supūsiantis gyvulys, ir būtent tada abejonės dėl savojo gyvenimo kasdienės prasmės apniko jį visiems laikams <...>.

The hell with all of you, you cooperative fellowship of idiots, united by a common goal which none of you understand. And the hell with me too.’ This time the others, following Cahir’s example, also remained tactfully silent. Dandelion, Maria Barring, also known as Milva, and Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. ‘What a company I ended up with,’ Geralt continued, shaking his head. ‘Brothers in arms! A team of heroes! What have I done to deserve it? A poetaster with a lute. A wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman. A vampire, who’s about to notch up his fifth century. And a bloody Nilfgaardian who insists he isn’t a Nilfgaardian.’ ‘And

Kessell tried to goad the sweat out of him. The wizard swayed the deadly candle tantalizingly about, causing the rays to shift back and forth. When he finally realized that he would not hear any whimpering or begging out of the proud ranger, Kessell grew tired of the game. “Farewell, fool,” he growled and puckered his lips to puff on the flame. Regis blew out the candle. Everything seemed to come to a complete halt for several seconds. The wizard looked down at the halfling, whom he thought to be his slave, in horrified amazement. Regis merely shrugged his shoulders, as if he was as surprised by his uncharacteristically brave act as Kessell. Relying on instinct, the wizard threw the silver plate that held the candle through the glass of the mirror and ran screaming toward the back corner of the room to a small ladder hidden in the shadows.

From around the periphery of the city the Marine battalion staffs arrived in small clusters of Humvees and LAVs, dismounting outside the walls of the MEF, striding in tight groups through the makeshift plywood door into the alcove of the stone mansion that served as the regi-mental HQ, draping their ceramic armor vests and Kevlar helmets over the wooden racks that lined the wall outside the conference room. Several carried M4 carbines or M16s, while others wore pistols on their hips or in shoulder holsters. It was like a meeting of knights in the fifteenth century—large, purposeful men neatly arraying their armor before sitting down at the banquet table to discuss the business of making war. The mood was upbeat, with many smiles exchanged. The dickering was over. It was time to finish the task. They stood talking until Col Toolan strode in; then they took seats around a long, square table with a huge photomap of Fallujah on the wall.

Beyond a fence, they came to the swimming pool, which spilled over into a series of waterfalls and smaller rocky pools. The area was planted with huge ferns. “Isn’t this extraordinary?” Ed Regis said. “Especially on a misty day, these plants really contribute to the prehistoric atmosphere. These are authentic Jurassic ferns, of course.” Ellie paused to look more closely at the ferns. Yes, it was just as he said: Serenna veriformans, a plant found abundantly in fossils more than two hundred million years old, now common only in the wetlands of Brazil and Colombia. But whoever had decided to place this particular fern at poolside obviously didn’t know that the spores of veriformans contained a deadly beta-carboline alkaloid. Even touching the attractive green fronds could make you sick, and if a child were to take a mouthful, he would almost certainly die—the toxin was fifty times more poisonous than oleander. People were so naïve about plants, Ellie thought. They just chose plants for appearance, as they would choose a picture for the wall. It never occurred to them that plants were actually living things, busily performing all the living functions of respiration, ingestion, excretion, reproduction—and defense. But Ellie knew that, in the earth’s history, plants had evolved as competitively as animals, and in some ways more fiercely. The poison in Serenna veriformans was a minor example of the elaborate chemical arsenal of weapons that plants had evolved. There were terpenes, which plants spread to poison the soil around them and inhibit competitors; alkaloids, which made them unpalatable to insects and predators (and children); and pheromones, used for communication. When a Douglas fir tree was attacked by beetles, it produced an anti-feedant chemical—and so did other Douglas firs in distant parts of the forest. It happened in response to a warning alleochemical secreted by the trees that were under attack. People who imagined that life on earth consisted of animals moving against a green background seriously misunderstood what they were seeing. That green background was busily alive. Plants grew, moved, twisted, and turned, fighting for the sun; and they interacted continuously with animals—discouraging some with bark and thorns; poisoning others; and feeding still others to advance their own reproduction, to spread their pollen and seeds. It was a complex, dynamic process which she never ceased to find fascinating. And which she knew most people simply didn’t understand. But if planting deadly ferns at poolside was any indication, then it was clear that the designers of Jurassic Park had not been as careful as they should have been.

do you think Jesus would do if he came back to earth tonight in Bremerton?” C asked, as he spooned some rice onto his plate. “I don’t know,” I said, savoring a mouthful of Mongolian beef. “Would he come in a white robe and sandals, or the dress of this time?” C pressed on. I shrugged my shoulders, forking in the fried rice. “Would he be white, black, Asian, or maybe look like Saddam Hussein instead of Kevin Costner or Tom Cruise? What if he didn’t fit our image of him? What if he was bald? Or, for God’s sake, what if he was gay? “He wouldn’t have any cash, no MasterCard, Visa, Discover Card, or portfolio of any kind. If he went to a bank and said, ‘Hello. I’m Jesus, the son of God. I need some of those green things that say “In God We Trust” on them to buy some food and get a place to stay,’ the bank manager would say, ‘I’m sorry, but I looked in my computer and without a social security number, local address, and credit history, I can’t do anything for you. Maybe if you show me a miracle or two, I might lend you fifty dollars.’ “Where would he stay? The state park charges sixteen dollars a night. Could he go to a church and ask, ‘May I stay here? I am Jesus’? Would they believe him?” As I took a sip of my drink, I wondered just who this character was sitting across from me. Was he some angel sent to save me? Or was he, as the Rolling Stones warned in their song, Satan himself here to claim me for some sin of this life or a past life of which I had no recollection? Or was he an alien? Or was he Jesus, the Christ himself, just “messing” with me? Was I in the presence of a prophet, or just some hopped-up druggie? “‘Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.’ That’s what Jesus said. What doors would be opened to him?” he asked. “The Salvation Army—Sally’s?” I guessed. “That’s about all,” C said. “Unless he saw Tony Robbins’ TV formula to become a millionaire and started selling miracles to the rich at twenty-thousand dollars a pop. He could go on Regis, Oprah, maybe get an interview with Bill Moyers, or go on Nightline. Or joust with the nonbelievers on Jerry Springer! Think of the book deals! He

Kessell tried to goad the sweat out of him. The wizard swayed the deadly candle tantalizingly about, causing the rays to shift back and forth. When he finally realized that he would not hear any whimpering or begging out of the proud ranger, Kessell grew tired of the game. “Farewell, fool,” he growled and puckered his lips to puff on the flame. Regis blew out the candle.

Come with us, Rumblebelly,” Bruenor said after they had finished an excellent lunch in the palace. “Four adventurers, out on the open plain. It’ll do ye some good an’ take a bit o’ that belly o’ yers away!” Regis grasped his ample stomach in both hands and jiggled it. “I like my belly and intend to keep it, thank you. I may even add some more to it!

Only surprise delayed Regis’s immediate squeals of joy when Bruenor opened his gray eyes and winked.

«Quello che c’è di più profondo nell’uomo è la pelle», diceva Paul Valéry. La vita collettiva, come quella di ciascuno, esige uno spazio di decantazione. L’imballaggio viene prima, la profondità segue, come l’intendenza.

I nostri rifugi sono meno ambiziosi. Il sonno, giustamente detto riparatore, ne fa parte: ogni sera, spegnendo la luce, riguadagniamo l’utero e cerchiamo di rimediare alla catastrofe che ci ha espulso dal recinto divino.

Un’idea sciocca incanta l’Occidente: l’umanità, che sta andando male, andrà meglio senza frontiere. D’altronde, aggiunge Flaubert nel suo Dizionario dei luoghi comuni, la democrazia ci porta diritto in un mondo senza fuori né dentro.

From a parapet on Bryn Shander’s wall, Regis, Cassius, Agorwal, and Glensather watched in horror as the wicked force flowed down the stretch away from the two sacked cities, gaining on the fleeing people of Caer-Dineval.

Who should govern?” is the question we discuss next. In fact, Akwesasne is the spot with the greatest number of governments on earth (“we should have an entry in the Guinness book of records,” Angie says). As mentioned, it falls under two federal jurisdictions, Canada and the United States, and three provincial ones, Quebec, Ontario, and New York. Technically, the queen of England has the last say on the Canadian side. Add to this two governing bodies on the reserve: the Mohawk Council of Akwesasne that Canada recognizes, and its American counterpart, the St. Regis Mohawk Council. Finally, there is the Mohawk Nation Council of Chiefs and Clan Mothers, which the community sees as the only legitimate heir of traditional Mohawk governance, but which neither Canada nor the United States accepts.

I didn’t want to be Regis or Kathie Lee, because their chairs were too high. I’m sorry, I’m supposed to sit like that for an hour? Too much blood rushing to my ankles. No, thanks.

Our Lady of Peace to Pedro Regis: “The prophets who have gone will return to announce the day of the great Warning. God will give you a chance to repent.” 21 “The Calvary of humanity will begin on a Friday (March 25, 2016), but the victory of God will come afterwards…” 22 “Know that the Lord will act in your favor. He will manifest his goodness to you. It will allow you to see all your life. Everything will be shown as in a mirror. God will give you the chance of repentance. He wants to save you. Courage. An extraordinary phenomenon from heaven will be experienced on this earth. It is a warning from God. Pray. Only through prayer will you understand the thoughts of God for yourselves.” 23 “The day will come when people will receive a great grace. A great miracle of God will transform hardened hearts. Each one will see his errors and will receive the grace of repentance. It will be a great opportunity that the Lord will give to His wayward children.” 24 “The day is coming when mankind will have a great chance to repent. God will show a great sign and mankind will have no explanation.

Fixed ideas, so frequent and of such importance among hystericals, are generally isolated in their minds. Whether they constitute attacks, or develop in a subconscious manner, they do not disturb the whole thought of the ' SoUier, Guide pratique des maladies mentales, 1893. ' Regis, Manuel de me'd/cine mentale, 1892, p. 490. 30 patients. Yet it is easy to understand how the neighbourhood of these fixed ideas, these parasites, may be very dangerous to normal consciousness, and that in many circumstances general disturbances of the whole thought may be the result of the development of fixed ideas.

Regis pooh-poohed that thought away.

- Neznanje - nasmeši se Regis - nije opravdanje za nepromišljeno delanje. Kad se nešto ne zna, kad čovek sumnja, onda je dobro da se posavetuje...

A little further away, between two matrons, sat Emiel Regis. He was dressed in a black, velvet jacket, looking like a vampire.

O nome da mula é Draakul. Foi chamada assim por Regis logo depois do furto e assim ficou. Regis, obviamente, acha esse nome engraçado, pois de certo tem algum significado engraçado na cultura e língua dos vampiros. No entanto, não queria nos explicar o motivo e dizia que era um jogo de palavras intraduzível.

IN APRIL, I. M. PEI turned one hundred. His adult children had a party for him on the roof of the St. Regis Hotel. Talk about “It was an older crowd.

How could he get it?’ Milva said, grimacing. ‘He’s just “me, me, by myself, all alone”. A lone wolf! But you can see he’s no hunter, that he’s a stranger to the forest. Wolves don’t hunt alone! Never! A lone wolf, ha, what twaddle, foolish townie nonsense. But he doesn’t understand that!’ ‘Oh, he does, he does,’ Regis cut in, smiling through pursed lips, as was his custom. ‘He only looks stupid,’ Dandelion confirmed. ‘But I do keep hoping he’ll finally decide to strain his grey matter. Perhaps he’ll come to some useful conclusions. Perhaps he’ll realize the only activity that’s worth doing alone is wanking.

Ignorance”—Regis smiled—“is no justification for ill-conceived actions. When one doesn’t know or has doubts it’s best to seek advice…

Nu există în nimeni virtuți în stare pură și nici farmec fără revers. Tot ceea ce face un om îi aparține și nu putem să-l punem, ca Arhimede, în apă, ca să aflăm prin calcul cât bine și cât rău e în ființa lui, care sunt, în el, amestecate indestructibil de Marele Făurar. Nu putem decât să ne bucurăm de partea de aur și să nu ne chinuim să alungăm partea de argint. Coroana e făcută și suntem condamnați să fim niște regi care știu că ceea ce pun pe cap nu e din aur pur.

We’ve got a chance to change the world,” Regis said.

«È la predestinazione a raggiungere gli uomini. Non il contrario. Lo capite? Lo capite, signor Regis Terzieff-Godefroy?» «Meglio di voi, signora Vigo. Ma, per me, vogliate scusarmi, la predestinazione non è un libro scritto per mano del Grande Demiurgo, né la volontà del cielo, né gli irrevocabili verdetti di chissà quale provvidenza, bensì il risultato di una serie di fatti, avvenimenti e azioni apparentemente non legati tra loro. Sarei incline a sostenere con voi che è la predestinazione a raggiungere gli uomini... e non solo gli uomini. Ma non mi convince l’idea che il contrario non possa verificarsi. Perché tale idea è un comodo fatalismo, è un peana al torpore e all’infingardaggine, alle piume della trapunta e al calore ammaliante del grembo femminile. In una parola, a una vita che si svolge in sogno. E la vita, signora Vigo, può anche essere un sogno, può anche finire con un sogno... Ma è un sogno che bisogna sognare attivamente.»

Maya’s face as though wondering what to tell her. ‘It’s just I know they weren’t always happy, and I did once wonder if they’d have stayed together… There was something my husband, George, said when you were first in my maths class. As you know, he taught the other year one class at your primary school and mentioned how once he’d had to break up an argument between your parents when they were waiting to pick you up from school. It must have been pretty heated for him to remember it after all that time – he wasn’t one to gossip. Apparently, Mrs Lyons wouldn’t let you out of your classroom until George had managed to calm them down.’ Maya feels her stomach clench. ‘All couples argue.’ ‘I know.’ Mrs Ellis pats her hand. ‘And that’s why you mustn’t worry about it. It was a long time ago, anyway.’ The bus is stopping. Bending to her bag, Mrs Ellis moves it so that it’s not in the way of the people getting on. ‘But if you ever feel you want to spread your wings, you mustn’t feel your dad would be on his own. He’s a grown man, and you can’t make him your responsibility. I’m sure he has friends, neighbours, even work colleagues who would keep an eye on him. Doesn’t he have his own private practice in Lyme Regis?’ ‘Yes, but it’s not the same. He needs me.’ Maya’s voice slips away, so it’s barely a whisper. ‘Yes, he needs me. It’s why I couldn’t go to university.’ She doesn’t want to talk about that time for, although her dad had been encouraging when she’d first told him she was applying, a week after the forms were filled in, a cloud had settled over him. One that was darker than previous ones. Maya had tempted him with his favourite food, enticed him out for healing walks along the clifftop, but nothing she’d done could lift it. Eventually, telling herself it was because of what she’d done, she’d deleted her application from the computer. When her dad had found out and asked why she’d done it, she’d told him it was because she couldn’t face more studying. Would rather earn a living. Whether he’d believed her or not, she couldn’t say. What she did know was that he’d never tried to change her mind. ‘Do you like your job, Maya?’ Maya lowers her eyes and studies her hands. It’s something she hasn’t given much thought to. Her job is just something she does to get through

If ne’er we’re to meet again, then know in yer hearts that few’ve knowed a friendship as deep.” Regis winced at that, and it seemed to Drizzt

Matahari dan bulan bersinar di waktunya masing-masing dan memiliki pengagumnya sendiri-sendiri,

Žmonės myli save, jei jiems svarbaus asmens akyse regi meilės sau atspindį.

Nuvažiuodamas pažvelgiau pro užpakalinio vaizdo veidrodėlį. Nutvieksta saulės su savo skrybėle ir linine skraiste Paula, regis, švytėjo. Padvelkė vėjelis. Skraistė supleveno. Ji atrodė tarsi ant šakos virpantis, aplink stiebelį besisukantis lapelis, laukiantis rudens.

We lay in the tent at the edge of Lyme Regis, on a patch of grass between the lobster pots and the chalets, and let death in.