Other interpretations have been proposed by Yang Lien-sheng, Wan Kuo-ting, Ch'i Sz)u-ho P. Demiéville, Hu Shih, Chi Ch'ao-ting, K.A. Wittfogel, and others Some authors, such as Kuo Mo-jo, regard the whole system as an utopia, but believe in an original "village community".--The characterization of the Chou-li relies in part upon the work done by Hsü Chung-shu and Ku Chieh-kang on the titles of nobility, research by Yang K'uan and textual criticism by B. Karlgren, O. Franke, and again Ku Chieh-kang and his school.--The discussion on twin cities is intended to draw attention to its West Asian parallels, the "acropolis" or "ark" city, as well as to the theories on the difference between Western and Asian cities (M. Weber) and the specific type of cities in "dual societies" (H. Boeke).
“Surely,” she said slowly, “I am like that foolish philosopher who, walking abroad to read the destinies of nations in the stars, fell down a pitfall dug by idle children and broke his bones and perished there.
I'd hold you under the pump, and choke it out of you.”
She then glanced all round her, and taking a white linen cloth or handkerchief from under her cloak, turned aside towards the brook.
52:002:005 For neither at any time used we flattering words, as ye know, nor a cloke of covetousness; God is witness: 52:002:006 Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ.
Though the manner in which the Merchant takes up the closing words of the Envoy to the Clerk’s Tale, and refers to the patience of Griselda, seems to prove beyond doubt that the order of the Tales in the text is the right one, yet in some manuscripts of good authority the Franklin’s Tale follows the Clerk’s, and the Envoy is concluded by this stanza: —“This worthy Clerk when ended was his tale, Our Hoste said, and swore by cocke’s bones ‘Me lever were than a barrel of aleMy wife at home had heard this legend once; This is a gentle tale for the nonce;As, to my purpose, wiste ye my will.
Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation watchman’s sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private account while Dublin slept.
There mighte men see joyes new,When the medicine, fine and true,Thus restor’d had ev’ry wight,So well the queen as the knight,Unto perfect joy and heal,That *floating they were in such weal swimming in such As folk that woulden in no wise happiness*Desire more perfect paradise.
"We can move the rest of the stock to Swaanepoel's Hoek," went on Carhayes.
“Well, have you finished your silly joke?”
I don't like to appear stupid, but--" "A moke wid a heater--a goon wid a gat."
Finally, they came to a great oak door, studded with rusty nails.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.
The battle which I witnessed took place in the Presidency of Polk, five years before the passage of Webster’s Fugitive-Slave Bill.
Roque on coming up asked Sancho if his men had returned and restored to him the treasures and jewels they had stripped off Dapple.
He put a hard, heavy hand on Ruiling's shoulder and leaned in to read the screen, his head wreathed in smoke.
She padded to the bathroom to relieve herself and soak in the shower.
Hisimperial majesty spoke often to me, and I returned answers: butneither of us could understand a syllable.
Parson Tringham had spoken truly when he said that our shambling John Durbeyfield was the only really lineal representative of the old d'Urberville family existing in the county, or near it; he might have added, what he knew very well, that the Stoke-d'Urbervilles were no more d'Urbervilles of the true tree then he was himself.
He sat in silence for some moments as he fingered the paper, and then striking a match burnt it with great deliberation, watching it jealously until every stroke of my writing was consumed.
Occasionally I woke up and went out back to find a deer in the yard or a coyote digging through the trash.