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We only need to wear shoes because the British built roads which hurt our feet.
They did not understand him. Poor Dorothy had been long in the situation they seemed only to have arrived at, but she tried to tear the head off her doll and cried what sounded like . There, you hear...
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed,
The intellectuals have never been on the side of the workers. Sometimes they’ve let on to be, but only for purposes of betrayal.
Ser bueno puede llegar a ser algo horrible.
I am instructed by the Home Secretary to read out the following. . . . It is a prayer devised by the Ministry of Propaganda. . . . ‘It is conceivable that the forces of death which at present are rava...
How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.
History is a wheel. This sort of world can't go on for ever either.
He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.
Hapisteki şairin dediği gibi, her insan sevdiği şeyi öldürür. Ceza öğesi budur belki de.(syf. 100)
Americans will listen, but they do not care to read. War and Peace must wait for the leisure of retirement, which never really comes: meanwhile it helps to furnish the living room.
Why are we fighting? We're fighting because we're soldiers. That's simple enough, isn't it? For what cause are we fighting? Simple again. We're fighting to protect our country, and, in a wider sense,...
Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.
I kept pushing the old noga through the floorboards near, and the Durango 95 ate up the road like spaghetti.
How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
Choice,’ rumbled a rich deep goloss. I viddied it belonged to the prison charlie. ‘He has no real choice, has he? Self-interest, fear of physical pain, drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasemen...
But don’t think that it’s a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It’s our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it...
Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.