When you plan time for these things, be realistic. Allow for unexpected things. Otherwise your entire plan may be upset.
1Once upon a time there was a poor boy who lived in Denmark.His father, a shoemaker, had died, and his mother had married again.
6Andersen's tales are a poet's way of telling us the truth about ourselves. He looked deeply into the heart of things. Even in a child's toy lost in the street, he could see some story with the light of gold in it. All of us laugh at the humor of The Emperor's New Clothes, but we remember the story every time men pretend to be something that they are not.
I also knew he needed his son,and his son just wasn't here.When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I guessed he really needed me.So I stayed."
dictionary offices where firsthand research goes on — not those in which editors simply copy existing dictionaries. The task of writing a dictionary begins with reading huge amounts of the literature of the period or subject that the dictionary is to cover. As the editors read, they copy on cards every unusual use of a common word, a large number of common words in their ordinary uses, and also the sentences in which each of these words appears.
Love of Life
strove. It was the life in him, unwilling to die, that drove him on.
7“It's hard to believe that Henry was a Ground when you think how different he was from hisbrothers.”
from their faces and their eyes that they found the joke fuy, but not one of them was going to laugh, and give him the chance to win the competition. The second told a story about a three-legged pig,which was so good that, some years later, a film company made a cartoon of it. When she sat down, the others buried their faces in their handkerchiefs, coughed, pretended to
15“My friends, thank you for letting me have the last laugh. As for the money: because I love you all, my fortune will be divided equally among you. Enjoy your share, and think of me whenever you hear laughter.”
Otherwise —”he shrugged.
15The druggist made no immediate mo ve to pick them up. He said: “And one other thing —for your wife's safety and mine. You will write a confession of your intention — your former intention, I hope— to murder your wife. Then you will wait till I go out and mail it to a friend of mine in the police. He'll keep it as evidence in case you ever do decide to kill your wife. Or me, for that matter.
already sent their salesmen out to demonstrate their products at a lower price!"
wedding. But on the night of December 8, 1992, Tracy got off work and stood in the pizza shop's parking lot talking to friends. Tracy jumped up on the hood of a friend's car, as they had done a hundred times before. This time, though, Tracy lost his balance and fell. His head struck the pavement, hard.
9We talked for 3 hours and a half. The Marshes showed us a picture of Tracy Bill. We learned for the first time how he had died — and something of how he had lived. He was a generous, goodhearted young man who loved the outdoors and was never happier than when he was working under the hood of his car. Evenings, Tracy and his friends would set up floodlights in the garage, and Bill and Cory would go to sleep listening to the boys' laughter as they repaired cars. Carved on Tracy's gravestone is a car rolling down a mountain road.
10Slowly she became excited. Her breath came fast; her heart beat faster. She was beginning to recognize the thing that was approaching to take her. She tried to beat it back with her will, but failed. Her mind was as weak as her two small white hands. When she stopped fighting against it, a little word broke from her lips.
began to hope life would be long. It was only yesterday that life seemed so long !
11Bob hurried into Inspector Hamelin's office, and showed him the headline in the paper. "It's about this burglary in Ramon
and read about what was going to happen in the newspaper.