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The dean introduced Marion Hawkins as another "illustrious and dear friend of long standing, without whose generous support this college..." and Marion stepped forward. Smart enough to know that Dr. Washington was a tough act to follow but that when the chips were down, speechifying was no match for monetary support, Marion kept his remarks brief.

"I may meet this woman he's seeing. He's told me I don't have to if I don't want to."
"And do you want to?"
"Yeah, I guess I'm curious. I mean she is part of his life. But I can't believe he loves her. I can't believe--"
"Most men get married within a year or two of a divorce. But if you want to spend time with your dad that's all right with me."
"Mom, you're great." Gervaise turned to give Bonnie a hug.

"Thunder, we have to promise that we won't talk about what we do when we're not together. I love being with you, and you turn me on. You please me, except when you want to talk about men who are not sitting at the table. Because we don't have any commitment, I won't ever delve into who you may or may not be seeing, because other women aren't important to me, only the moments we share."

His other hand began to caress her stomach in tiny circles, and a slow heat began to build as his fingers danced across her skin. He dipped that hand lower, finding the patch of hair over her nether lips. The action caused Jane to tense in his arms, her thighs locking against his hand. He caressed her until she relaxed.

Brandon, Jane's brother, stood to his father's right. In spite of the terror and shame she was feeling, Jane was glad to see he looke dhis usual handsome self. His brown hair, the color of walnuts, was longer than usual, tied back in a queue. His eyes were almost the same shade as her own. His smile was fleeting but heartfelt.

Together, we pulled Jack down the hall and to the bathroom where I'd forced Sam into the bathtub. Beck, half on the rug and half off, got behind Jack and shoved him into the room, and I kicked the rest of the rug in after him. Beck leaped back and slammed the door, locking it. The doorknob had been reversed so that the lock was on the outside, making me wonder how often this sort of thing had happened before.

"You're beautiful and said," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again."
For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you."

No matter how hard we jawboned, no understanding was created. We tried to create a conversation, but got a battle. The press didn't help. They were buying the then politically correct argument that we were "demonizing the Muslim/Arab community" with this movie. The sympathetic coverage was feeding the frenzy of the antidiscrimination groups, even before anyone had seen the movie.

I'd never thought of the wolves as vulnerable, but once I started imagining what a small-town attorney and big-time egomaniac like Tom Culpeper was capable of--fueled by pent-up anger and grief, helped along by wealth and influence--they suddenly seemed terribly fragile.

"I'm pretty sure I'll get that dirty. And that I can't afford it."
"You don't have to pay for it, love. The designer sent it."
"Sent it to me?"
He was checking his phone again. "You'll gorgeous in it. With some sandals. Nothing tarty, yeah?"
"Um, have we met? I'm not even one of those girls who can pull off 'tarty' kitty at Halloween. I always go as a baby. Or a pirate."

"Adam," he said, nodding casually as he took a few more pictures. "You care to comment on your relationship with"--he checked what looked like a napkin in his chest pocket--"Carter Moon. This her?" He frowned at me, clearly puzzled. I guess I should have brushed my hair.

"I felt her breath warm on my ear. "I thought you were a dream."
"I know you are," I answered. Nothing can be real and feel like this."
"Let me show you how real it is." She drew away gently and reached up to untie the straps of her gown.

"I'm worried."
"You're always worried."
"I happen to be more worried.d I'm seventy-five. What's going to happen to her when I'm gone?"
"I'd say that's out of your hands."
"I can't just leave her."
"Who does? Look, Marty. As long as you got breath, you got life. You got time. You got to make the most of what you got."
"I want her to wake up, Frank. Even if it's just for a day. I'd take five minutes."

"I know how heavily and fatally this one circumstance weighs against me, but I have no power of explaining it. I am only left to conjecture concerning the probabilities by which it might have been placed in my pocket. Did the murderer place it there? I know of no opportunity afforded him for so doing; or if I had, why should he have stolen the jewel, to part with it again so soon?'

"Explain what might be meant by the term the Göttingen Seven."

These women thought they had us, but it was we who had them! Slowly, Jeremy gave our answer: “When Wilhelm and Jacob were teaching at the University of Göttingen, King Augustus I abolished the constitution. The Grimm Brothers publicly protested, along with five other professors, and they became known as the Göttingen Seven.”

"Let's go that table in the back." At the Frost-It-Yourself cupcake bar in the middle of Sugar Daddy, I swirled a glob of birthday cake frosting over a warm chocolate cupcake, then added two heaping scoops of chocolate-covered espresso beans for good measure. Being blackmailed required all the sugar and caffeine I could manage.

Before Calder got there, Petra looked at their last entry in the notebook. It said, Unknown: Do objects and people repeat because V. painted at home? Then she remembered. They'd been wondering if the women who kept turning up in Vermeer's paintings were his family, surrounded by the everyday stuff of their lives. Who was the woman in "A Lady Writing"? It all felt so sad, the thought that the woman didn't have a name.

"Here's what I want you to do: Start by choosing one item at home that feels like a work of art to you. It can be anything. Don't ask anyone for advice - this has to be your own thinking. Describe this object for us without saying what it is. And this time, I won't let you off the hook." She grinned. "We'll read some of your ideas aloud."

how can you tell
whether you want to go to a place or
not until you have tried going there
get onto any train and get off again
after a while and
then look over the place you have
come to with a sympathetic mind
and an open heart and
you will probably find something
excellent and
admirable in it the
whole thing is in the
point of view and the
philosophic attitude which you
bring to subway riding

washington it is so hot here that
i get stuck in the asphalt
every day on my
way from the senate press
gallery back to
shoemakers where the
affairs of the nation
are habitually settled by
the old settlers it
is so hot that you can
fry fish on the
sidewalk in any part of
town and many people
are here with fish to fry

heres luk 2 the simplified bord
may they finish the work theyve begun
my hart with that harts in akord
my mind and thare minds r as 1

He dodged just before the tines of a gold trident caught him in the chest. The knight swung again. He slammed his sword into her thigh and she faltered. Grabbing her trident at the base, he sliced her throat, quick and clean. Blood sprayed his face as she fell to her knees, reaching for her own neck in surprise. He didn't know her.

"Death is in poor taste in Faerie." He laughed mirthlessly. "When I said I would come to the city, go into exile here after Tamson's death, it suited them to let me. They didn't so much blame me for the death, as thought me tainted by it."

It might have been worse. Jason sorted out the smallest and handiest tools and put them aside for his own use in the morning. The light was almost gone now and there would be no more work this day.

In other places, images from American mass media, not face-to-face encounters, spread the zoot suit. Black South Africans absorbed American fashions through motion pictures, including those featuring all-black casts. In the early 1940s, theaters in Johannesburg and other urban centers featured such films as "Stormy Weather" and "Cabin in the Sky" (1943).

Like Abrahams, many saw the zoot suiter as a youth in transition, not opposition. One teacher wrote the New York Times to say that his students' passion and drapes did not mean they were unaware of their wartime responsibilities; in addition to taking classes, they worked in different jobs and organized bond drives.

More and more, sex is an integral part of Shakespeare productions, and sometimes the focus. "The Donkey Show" in New York stages "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in a seventies-style disco, complete with classic dance tunes, nudity, and drugs. I'll leave you to guess the salient Donkeyesque feature of the star performer. Women go to the play for stagette parties.

It must not be supposed that John Mundel was so confiding as to lend his money without security for he took care to have the jewels, some costly plate, or the title deeds of an estate, as security before he would part with a single shilling of his cash. It can very easily be imagined what was the scheme of Sweeney Todd.

"You have power of attorney," her mother was saying. "I want both of you to go in and sign the papers for me." "Oh, Mom, that can wait. Let's worry about your health now..." "You can worry about two things at once, Annie. I've seen it firsthand. I want you to go in." She paused. "I want that rotten, selfish, dirty bastard to face you," Betty said. "Both of you."

Annie had always wanted a bat mitzvah, but Betty thought they were vulgar and Josie thought all religious ceremonies were primitive, so Annie had waited until college to study Hebrew. That had been her prime reason for wanting the bat mitzvah. Her parents thought she wanted the party and the presents. But it was the lure of a dead language. She had taken Latin in high school for the same reason.