Word: lies
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...enjoys a book immensely, he has, in almost every case, no way whatsoever of thanking the author for the pleasure he has given him except by letter ? and such letters form by far the pleasantest part of any author's mail, no matter how much said author may lie about it. If the reader doesn't like a book, is shocked, offended or proudly discovers some technical mistake?his injured feelings and his professional criticism must, too, be expressed at long distance. And let him have no fear of going unheeded?such letters are always read?and with painful...
...great catchiness of the banana song is to be found partly in the brisk rhythm of the tune, but most in the magic of the phrase, " yes, we have no bananas." The root of the matter here seems to lie in a common grammatical perplexity, a perplexity over which many a person stumbles in common speech. How can you answer in one word, yes or no, to the question: " You have no bananas?" Often you will hear someone stammer "yes-no." The answer might reasonably be: " No, we have no bananas," with a direct logical opposite: " Yes, we have...
...expect to bray like jackasses, and bark like dogs, crow like roosters, howl like wolves, kick like mules, run like lightning, lie like Satan-all for thee. And now, may faith, hope and power remain with thee until every vote is counted," et cetera...
...furrowed jaw, a forehead protruding from a tangle of coarse, dark hair; small, dark, shiny eyes, and thick lips under the drooping mustache? Stambuliski has a sullen air which is sometimes lit up by a spark of jovial energy. Physically he is a butcher, with an intelligent eye; morally lie has an iron will at the beck of simple ideas, which are sometimes vague; much sullen conceit, more pride; a good dose of courage; no more scruples than absolutely required; the art, of flattering men's passions and of gaining their consent; a rustic, sardonic eloquence which persuades and reaches...
...these cramped quarters he was compelled to lie for four hours. He did not dare sleep for fear of being carried on to Washington. Indeed, as he expressed it so poignantly, what better proof is needed of the perfidy of the railroads? So obscurely were the stations sign-posted all along the way, the he was actually obliged to strain his eyes at every little jerk stop to perceive whether or not it was New York...