He's a queer old duck; he goes about with his head in the clouds and blinks dazedly when occasionally he strikes solid earth.
Thus, during this October month of wonderful afternoons they roved along the meads by creeping paths which followed the brinks of trickling tributary brooks, hopping across by little wooden bridges to the other side, and back again.
If the green and yellow growth of weed in the chinks of the old wall had been the most precious flowers that ever blew, it could not have been more cherished in my remembrance.
Camon's table sat beside the bar, where the over-priced drinks were simply another way Camon exploited those who worked for him.
For several days he took an hour after his work to make inquiry, taking with him some examples of his pen and inks.
There'll be high jinks now, I expect."
This may no longer be in live use; it clearly derives from the refrain of the early-1960s cartoon character Mr. Jinx: "I hate meeces to *pieces*!" ---
This flattening treatment was hard to endure, but my resolve was to allow Sri Yukteswar to iron out each of my psychological kinks.
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The rest of the runners agreed that they’d never before seen or heard of a Lynx in the Rounds.
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats.
There were bundles of snow- drop, hyacinth and crocus bulbs, violets and double daisies, which were to bloom in early spring, and of carnations, pinks, picotees, lilies of the valley, forget-me- not, summer's-farewell, meadow-saffron and others, for the later seasons of the year.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false--it is impalpable--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp.
Here a yellow stream flows from rotted moose-hide sacks and sinks into the ground, with long grasses growing through it and vegetable mould overrunning it and hiding its yellow from the sun; and here he muses for a time, howling once, long and mournfully, ere he departs.
I found a groove ripped in it, about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where, on arrival, I had struggled with the overturned machine.
Stinks like a polecat.
I am certain that every one of us has made the frightful observation that by the end of the examination the witness has simply taken the point of view of the examiner, and the worst thing about this is that the witness still thinks that he is thinking in his own way.