In the end I could not stand it any longer and went away. Having 4 or 5 body paragraphs will not give you enough words to develop ideas properly for a high score. After the blasting has been done the 'fillers' can tumble the coal out, break it up and shovel it on to the conveyor belt.
Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening. To conclude, despite the existence of all information online, libraries are still important because they provide an environment conducive to reading and learning.
I watched the bare brown back of the prisoner marching in front of me. The Burmese sub-inspector and some Indian constables were waiting for me in the quarter where the elephant had been seen.
We have an obligation to support libraries. Dell's novels, of course, are read solely by women, but by women of all kinds and ages and not, as one might expect, merely by wistful spinsters and the fat wives of tobacconists.
There was a clanking noise, and then dead silence.
We show others that reading is a good thing. I write for children and for adults.
Indeed, I do not think that any law has ever been voided for not being "proper. The wretched prisoners huddling in the stinking cages of the lock-ups, the grey, cowed faces of the long-term convicts, the scarred buttocks of the men who had been Bogged with bamboos—all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt.
It would be interesting to know how they got there in the first place; possibly by falling down the shaft—for they say a mouse can fall any distance uninjured, owing to its surface area being so large relative to its weight.
I was once in New York, and I listened to a talk about the building of private prisons — a huge growth industry in America. He walked clumsily with his bound arms, but quite steadily, with that bobbing gait of the Indian who never straightens his knees. In the beginning, of course, a mine shaft is sunk somewhere near a seam of coal; But as that seam is worked out and fresh seams are followed up, the workings get further and further from the pit bottom.
You creep through sacking curtains and thick wooden doors which, when they are opened, let out fierce blasts of air. When you contemplate such ugliness as this, there are two questions that strike you. To what extent do you agree or disagree? It is okay to not be busy.
I was not used to being treated with respect as an eight-year-old.
Physical books are tough, hard to destroy, bath-resistant, solar-operated, feel good in your hand: At that moment Francis's anecdote seemed extraordinarily funny. Probably you have to go down several coal-mines before you can get much grasp of the processes that are going on round you.
The conveyor belt shoots it on to tubs, and the tubs are shoved into the main road and hitched on to an endlessly revolving steel cable which drags them to the cage.Whitman believed that American poetry would have to be essentially different from any poetry written previously—it would have to look different, sound different, and deal with different subject matter if it was to guide the development of a radical new American democracy.
Instead, in need, it is the Reserve, the National Guard, and the Militia units that are called up, in turn, as the gravity of a situation increases .This gives us a system of checks and balances, by which here, as elsewhere, alone there is a hope of restraining the power of government in any form.
Vol. 40 No. 11 · 7 June Conrad Teixeira describes the LRB’s use of untranslated French as ‘atavism’ (Letters, 10 May).For me, emerging proudly monolingual from the same sort of comprehensive school as his, it was just such moments of untranslated French or German in the books I was reading that drew me into a lifelong obsession with language learning.
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THE SPIKE. It was late-afternoon. Forty-nine of us, forty-eight men and one woman, lay on the green waiting for the spike to open. We were too tired to talk much.Download