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Ask the students to mark words in the exercise with a 1 (I know and use), 2 (I think I know), 3 (I don't know). Get them to compare ideas. See which words are mainly 3s. Explain those words only. Then set the task.

One of the ideas at the heart of the lexical priming theory is that knowledge is always provisional – and can only develop over time and as a result of repeated exposure.

... Dogme teachers have advocated a similar process - with a somewhat stronger teacher role that involves identifying and working with what has been dubbed 'emergent language' from student conversations... This approach emphasises conversation over task, but again strongly rejects a pre-set syllabus applied to a whole class, and is (sometimes vehemently) opposed to coursebook use.

Ми не можемо бути одержимими чимось, не почуваючись водночас частиною цього.

hmm not bad

я б може і почитала, але диплом сам себе не напише

Розум?.. А навіщо вам розум?..

Челендж успішно провалено, та й не дивно, бо читала заледве 50 сторінок на день. Але книги все ще в мене... поверну обов'язково!

Вересень - початок навчання і роботи. Я ж вирішила розпочати місяць челенджем: прочитати цю книжку до шостого, щоб повернути її власнику. Бо не повертати чужі книги - це не круто!

Rather than attempt to answer this question by utilizing the methods of the investigative reporter - legwork, research, and digging for facts - I decided instead to employ those of the irresponsible wag: lying on the sofa, talking on the phone, and making things up. This procedure proved quite satisfactory and has resulted in the following report.

There are, however, several contests in which I do engage and not, I might add, without a certain degree of competence. The following is by no means a complete list:
1. Ordering in Some Breakfast.
2. Picking Up the Mail.
3. Going Out for Cigarettes.
4. Meeting for a Drink.

Art does not progress, in the sense that science and technology do. But
the arts do develop and change. ... The most interesting and creative art of our time is not open to the generally educated; it demands special effort; it speaks a specialized language.

Camp is the answer to the problem: how to be a dandy in the age of mass culture.

Something is good not because it is achieved, but because another kind of truth about the human situation, another experience of what it is to be human – in short, another valid sensibility – is being revealed.

Without passion, one gets pseudo-Camp – what is merely decorative, safe, in a word, chic.

When something is just bad (rather than Camp), it’s often because it is too mediocre in its ambition.

To perceive Camp in objects and persons is to understand Being-as-Playing-a-Role. It is the farthest extension, in sensibility, of the metaphor of life as theater.

Intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas. ... It’s rare
that the same person has good visual taste and good taste in people and
taste in ideas.

This sounds like exactly what she wants, what she has secretly always wanted. To read books when she wanted to read books. To be sad when she was sad. To be scared when she was scared. To be angry when she was angry. To be boring when she felt boring.

“I’d never carry an umbrella anyway,” Juice says.
“Why not?”
“It’s so embarrassing.”

Phoebe is starting to wonder if this is why she is here, to fill the silences
between the wedding people that they don’t know how to fill, to ask the
questions nobody can bring themselves to ask.

And yes, sometimes she read too much. Sometimes, she read books instead of living a life, but didn’t that just mean that her life was about reading books?

Phoebe’s father mostly pretended her period didn’t exist, and so Phoebe pretended it didn’t exist.

Phoebe had been raised to feel sorry for everything—sorry for being born, sorry for almost drowning, sorry for getting an A-minus on my exam, sorry for not bearing children, sorry for not getting to the last three slides of the PowerPoint, everybody.

Look at what this painter has done with all this white space. He has chosen not to paint it! He has defied the conventions of painting by not actually painting! Isn’t that bold?

Мені сниться, що я — легені цього янгола, я відчуваю, як довго і старанно хтось бив його — мого янгола, якраз по тій частині його повного тіла, де знаходжусь я.

— Я себе почуваю, як ріка.
— Як ріка?
— Так, як ріка, що тече проти, власної течії.