Their little black eyes darted furtively from side to side, their beards were stiff and brittle, and to take hold of them would be like clutching bunc...moreTheir little black eyes darted furtively from side to side, their beards were stiff and brittle, and to take hold of them would be like clutching bunches of claws rather than beards.
I admit I'm not very well versed in the niceties of your legal training, but I assume that it doesn't consist exclusively in learning to make rude remarks, at which you seem to have attained a shameless proficiency.
It's a daily dream of mine. I see him squashed flat here, just a little above the floor, his arms wide, his fingers spread, his bandy legs writhing in a circle, and splashed of blood all round. But so far it's only been a dream.
He contented himself with drinking his coffee and leaving Frau Grubach to feel that her presence was burdensome.
Liking is a feeble word.
She held up her right hand and stretched out the two middle fingers, between which the connecting web of skin reached almost to the top joint, short as the fingers were. In the darkness, K. could not make out at once what she wanted to show him, so she took his hand and made him feel it. 'What a freak of nature!' said K. and he added, when he had examined the whole hand: 'what a pretty little paw!'
There had been for more than a year now a hole in the floor, not so big that you could fall through, but big enough to let a man's leg slip through. The Advocate's room was in the very top attic, so that if you stumbled through the hole, your leg hung down into the lower attic, into the very corridor where the clients had to wait.
And in the end, out of nothing at all, an enormous fabric of guilt will be conjured up.
They were both silent for a little while. Then K. said: 'So you think the man was not deluded?'
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.
Tiswuantum had leaned English because British sailors had kidnapped him seven years before. To return to the Americas, he in effect had to escape twic...moreTiswuantum had leaned English because British sailors had kidnapped him seven years before. To return to the Americas, he in effect had to escape twice- once from Spain, where his captors initially sold him into slavery, and once from England, to which he was smuggled from Spain, and where he served as a kind of conversation piece at a rich man's house. -37
The Europeans won. Historians attribute part of the victory to Indian unwillingness to match the European tactic of massacring whole villages.
Carried on a golden litter- the Inka did not walk in public- Thupa Inka appeared with such majesty, according to the voyager Pedro Sarmiento de Gamboa, that 'people left the roads along which he had to pass and, ascending the hills on either side, worshiped and adored' him by 'pulling out their eyebrows and eyelashes.' -82
When the Inka died, his panaqa mummified his body. Because the Inka was believed to be an immortal diety, his mummy was treated, logically enough, as if it were still living. Soon after arriving in Qosqo, Pizarro's companion Miguel de Estete saw a parade of defunct emperors. They were brought out of litters, seated on their thrones and surrounded by pages and women with fly whisks in their hands, who ministered to them with as much respect as if they had been alive. -98
On Columbus's later voyages, his crew happily accepted godhood- until the Taino began empirically testing their divinity by forcing their heads under water for long periods to see if the Spanish were, as gods should be, immortal. -156
...the warring parties agreed to meet in a sacred mountain cave with the priestess of the Dead, a powerful oracle who had stripped away the flesh from her jaw, giving her a terrifying, skull-like appearance. -246
The elevator let her out on the sixth floor, and all she knew was that she wanted to Ian. Suddenly she knew she could crawl through any amount of fear...moreThe elevator let her out on the sixth floor, and all she knew was that she wanted to Ian. Suddenly she knew she could crawl through any amount of fear and anger, over a thousand puce satin pimps, just to get to Ian. -62
There was something, though. It surfaced at unexpected moments. A whisper of fear, almost terror. Sickness, perhaps? The loss of a breast? Astrid wondered but did not pry. -117
Jessie turned out the light and wiped two tears from her face. She felt the funny gold lima bean at her throat and tried to make herself smile, but she couldn't. They were past laughing at lima beans now, past laughing at anything, and who knew--one day she might sell the lima bean too.-174
But I am growing now. Perhaps "up," I don't know yet. -298