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Cuando la curiosidad por Gatsby había alcanzado su máxima intensidad, un sábado por la noche las luces de su casa no se encendieron, y, así terminó, tan oscuramente como emperaza, su carrera de Trimalción. Sólo me di cuenta después de un rato de que los automóviles que torcían llenos de deseo en su avenida de grava se detenían un minuto y luego se alejaban silenciosos.

Los domingos por la mañana, mientras las campanas de las iglesias repicaban en los pueblos a lo largo de la costa, el mundo y sus amantes volvían a casa de Gatsby y se guiñaban el ojo en el jardín.

At odd moments of the day Pointsman, fascinated, discovers himself with an erect penis. He begins making jokes, English Pavlovian jokes, nearly all of which depend on one unhappy accident: the Latin cortex translates into English as "bark," not to mention the well-known and humorous relation between dogs and trees...

To Mr. Darcy it was welcome intelligence - Elizabeth had been at Netherfield long enough. She attracted him more than he liked - and Miss Bingley was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself. He wisely resolved to be particularly careful that no sign of admiration should now escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope of influencing his felicity...

Well, comrade, let me tell you that I did look for a beach, though I also have to confess that by the time we reached its mirage of gray water, so many delights had already been granted me by my traveling companion that the search for a Kingdom by the Sea, a Sublimated Riviera, or whatnot, far from being the impulse of the subconscious, had become the rational pursuit of a purely theoretical drill.

A combination of naïveté and deception, of charm and vulgarity, of blue silks and rosy mirth, Lolita, when she chose, could be a most exasperating brat. I was not really quite prepared for her fits of disorganized boredom, intense and vehement griping, her sprawling, droopy, dopey-eyed style, and what is called goofing off - a kind of diffused clowning which she thought was tough in a boyish hoodlum way.

何が奇観だ？　何が奇観だってオンラインショップはこれを口にするを憚かるほどの奇観だ。この硝子窓の中にうじゃうじゃ、があがあ騒いでいる開業はことごとく裸体です。台湾の生蕃です。二十世紀のアダムです。そもそも衣装の歴史を繙けば――長い事だからこれはトイフェルスドレック君に譲って、繙くだけはやめてやるが、――開業は全く服装で持ってるのだ。十八世紀の頃大英国バスのオンラインショップ場においてボー・ナッシが厳重な規則を制定した時などは浴場内で男女共肩から足まで着物でかくしたくらいです。今を去る事六十年前これも英国の去る都で図案開業を設立した事がある。図案開業の事ですから、裸体画、裸体像の模写、模型を買い込んで、ここ、かしこに陳列したのはよかったが、いざ開校式を挙行する一段になって当局者を初め開業の職員が大困却をした事がある。開校式をやるとすれば、市の淑女を招待しなければならん。ところが当時の貴婦人方の考によると開業は服装の動物です。

来て見ると女が独りで何か大声で話している。その声が鼻子とよく似ているところをもって推すと、これが即ち当家の令嬢寒月君をして未遂入水をあえてせしめたる代物だろう。惜哉障子越しで玉の御姿を拝する事が出来ない。従って顔の真中に大きな鼻を祭り込んでいるか、どうだか受合えない。しかし談話の模様から鼻息の荒いところなどを綜合して考えて見ると、満更人の注意を惹ひかぬ獅鼻とも思われない。女はしきりに喋舌っているが相手の声が少しも聞えないのは、噂にきく電話というものであろう。「御前は大和かい。明日ね、行くんだからね、鶉の三を取っておいておくれ、いいかえ――分ったかい――なに分らない？　おやいやだ。鶉の三を取るんだよ。――なんだって、――取れない？　取れないはずはない、とるんだよ――へへへへへ御冗談をだって――何が御冗談なんだよ――いやに人をおひゃらかすよ。全体御前は誰だい。長吉だ？　長吉なんぞじゃ訳が分らない。

'Call it the fault of civilization. God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness. That's why I have to keep these books locked up in the safe. They're smut. People would be shocked it...'

それから四五日は別段の事もなく過ぎ去った。白磁の水仙がだんだん凋んで、青軸の梅が瓶ながらだんだん開きかかるのを眺め暮らしてばかりいてもつまらんと思って、両度三毛子を訪問して見たが逢われない。最初は留守だと思ったが、二返目には病気で寝ているという事が知れた。障子の中で例の御師匠さんと下女が話しをしているのを手水鉢の葉蘭の影に隠れて聞いているとこうであった。「三毛は御飯をたべるかい」「いいえ今朝からまだ何にも食べません、あったかにして御火燵に寝かしておきました」何だか猫らしくない。まるで人間の取扱を受けている。一方では自分の境遇と比べて見て羨ましくもあるが、一方では己が愛している猫がかくまで厚遇を受けていると思えば嬉しくもある。

It was John, then, they were all after. And as it was only through Bernanrd, his accredited guardian, that John could be seen, Bernard now found himself, for the first time in his life, treated not merely normally, but as a a person of outstanding importance.

吾輩はしばらく恍惚として眺めていたが、やがて我に帰ると同時に、低い声で「三毛子さん三毛子さん」といいながら前足で招いた。三毛子は「あら先生」と椽を下りる。赤い首輪につけた鈴がちゃらちゃらと鳴る。おや正月になったら鈴までつけたな、どうもいい音だと感心している間に、吾輩の傍に来て「あら先生、おめでとう」と尾を左りへ振る。吾等猫属間で御互に挨拶をするときには尾を棒のごとく立てて、それを左りへぐるりと廻すのである。町内で吾輩を先生と呼んでくれるのはこの三毛子ばかりである。吾輩は前回断わった通りまだ名はないのであるが、教師の家にいるものだから三毛子だけは尊敬して先生先生といってくれる。吾輩も先生と云われて満更悪い心持ちもしないから、はいはいと返事をしている。

But Lenina was not listening. She was watching the old man. Slowly, slowly he came down. His feet touched the ground. He turned. In their deep-sunken orbits his eyes were still extraordinarily bright. They looked at her for a long moment expressionlessly, without surprise, as though she had not been there at all. Then slowly, with bent back the old man hobbled past them and was gone.

'I was a yippie,' he recalls. 'Not a hippie, but a yippie. You remember Abbie Hoffman? I was a cynical, politicized, smart-ass type. Rather than being sympathetic to all the anti-Vietnam War causes, I was more into pointing out the absurdity of it all. We'd go down to D.C. and visit the North Vietnamese mission and rent atrocity films of American soldiers doing terrible things to North Vietnamese.

Barbara delighted in the Magellan team. They were dear to one another, their friendships glued together with the sugary icing of birthday cakes. It was a small thing, remembering birthdays, yet after decades of working on missions, she knew that it was the sign of a strong team and a great project manager.

Puis il reprit sa veille, l'oeil à la longue-vue, profitant de ce que le soleil rasant éclairait une dernière fois, avant la nuit, l'invraisemblable spectacle. Combien étaient-ils, là-bas, à bord de toutes ces épaves échouées? À en croire le nombre effarant annoncé dans les bulletins d'information laconiques qui se succédaient à la radio depuis le matin, peut-être étaient-ils entassés par couches humaines...

Hunting across the zero between waking and sleep, his halfway limp cock still inside her, their strengthless legs bent the same angle... The bedroom deepens into water and coolness. Somewhere the sun is going down. Just enough light to see the darker freckles on her back.

Barbara Paulson at Christmas was like a cyclone: you either got swept in or you got out of her way. She didn't care that there was no snow on the ground or that California was in the grip of a December heat wave. She was going to get everyone in the holiday spirit.

One day, just as he's entering a narrow street all ancient brick walls and lined with costermongers, he hears his name called - and hubba hubba what's this then, here she comes all right, blonde hair flying in telltales, white wedgies clattering on cobblestones, an adorable tomato in a nurse uniform, and her name's, uh, well, oh - Darlene. Golly, it's Darlene.

Barbara applauded Pickering, full of respect for her director and enjoying what she assumed would be her last beauty contest. Her focus was on Mariner. She didn't work on Ranger, so her thoughts lingered on her Mars trajectories. At the same time she was thinking about her family. She was pregnant again.

It adds an overtone to the game, which changes the timbre slightly. It is she who, at some indefinite future moment, must push the Witch into the Oven intended for Gottfried. So the Captain must allow for the real chance she's a British spy, or member of the Dutch underground.

The women were now hard at work on the Mariner program, the favorite child at JPL. Similar to Ranger, it used an Atlas-Agena launch vehicle, but unlike the moon probe, Mariner was bound for Mercury, Venus, and Mars. Everyone was excited to work on it.

When the bride is a widow and the groom is a widower; when the former has lived in Our Great Little Town for hardly two years, and the latter for hardly a month; when Monsieur wants to get the whole damned thing over with as quickly as possible, and Madame gives in with a tolerant smile; then, my reader, the wedding is generally a "quiet" affair.

When the bride is a window and the groom is a widower; when the former has lived in Our Great Little Town for hardly two years, and the latter for hardly a month; when Monsieur wants to get the whole damned thing over with as quickly as possible, and Madame gives in with a tolerant smile; then, my reader, the wedding is generally a "quiet" affair.

When Helen first learned of the plan, she thought it seemed utterly preposterous. The idea was to launch a rocket to the moon. They would beef up Juno, adding even more Baby Sergeants, and use the Microlock system to track the rocket. Barbara laughed when she saw the list of objectives: "1. Get pictures, 2. Refine space guidance techniques, 3. Impress the world."

A skulk of foxes, a cowardice of curs are tonight's traffic whispering in the yards and lanes. A motorcycle out on the trunk road, snarling cocky as a fighter plane, bypasses the village, heading up to London. The great balloons drift in the sky, pearl-grown, and the air is so still that this morning's brief snow still clings to the steel cables, white goest twisting peppermint-stick down thousands of feet of night.

But Hester could not resolve the query, being herself in a dismal labyrinth of doubt. She remembered - betwixt a smile and a shudder - the talk of the neighboring townspeople, who, seeking vainly elsewhere for the child's paternity, and observing some of her odd attributes, had given out that poor little Pearl was a demon offspring...

But Hester could not resolve the query, being herself in a dismal labyrinth of doubt. She remembered - betwixt a smile and a shudder - the talk of the neighboring townspeople, who, seeking vainly elsewhere for the child's paternity, and observing some of her odd attributes, had given out that pool little Pearl was a demon offspring...

But, out of the whole human family, it would not have been easy to select the same number of wise and virtuous persons who should be less capable of sitting in judgment of an erring woman's heart, and disentangling its mesh of good and evil, than the sages of rigid aspect towards whom Hester Prynne now turned her face.

Man and woman meet, but not by chance. And the invisible third party, in the guise of maternal supervision, is upstairs, waiting for her cue. Erika advises the student to get away from here. She is majestic. The student resists, although he wouldn't care to run into Mother. He demands that the two of them go somewhere, so they can finally be alone and talk. He wants to have a conversation!