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| "Only a judge can sentence you," said Milo, who remembered reading that in one of his schoolbooks.
"Good point," replied the policeman, taking off his cap and putting on a long black robe. "I am also the judge."
from 'the phantom tollbooth'
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| Friday night at Panera Bread with Mom and her sisters
Aunt: I like coffee here because it's smooth. Real smooth.
Mom: Hey, you know you should...Goeun ah...
Me: yeah?
Mom: This...
Me: yeah?
Aunt: [looking at the camera, smiling] What...what are you looking at...?
Mom: ...tastes so good when you put some honey in it.
Mom: Goeun ah...
Me: yeah?
Mom: This tastes so good when you put some honey in it.
Me: oh, yeah?
Aunt: Are you making a drama?
Me: I'm making a video.
Aunt: Huh?
Me: I'm making a video.
Aunt: You're comparing what?
Me: Video, Video..
Aunt: You're making a video? Oh my god.
Me: [mimicking] Oh my gosh...
Aunt: [laughs] Oh my god...
Other Aunt: [looking at camera, laughs awkwardly]
Me: I think this will be really funny when you watch it later.
Aunt: Yeah, you think? [rests hand on cheek] Make it pretty...okay?
Me: Okay.
Mom: Just get her exactly the way she looks.
Aunt: No, no, not like that. Make it sexy. [Strikes a pose]
Mom: [laughing] You look like you're blind!
Aunt: [laughing] You think I look like a blind person? And I'm not even wearing sunglasses!
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| post-religulous thoughts: bill maher is my new person of interest.
i am down with the "gospel of i-don't-know," but come on. atheism is so the 90's.
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| some days, i really feel the need to express myself like this:
(don't you?)
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| "Where was I born, mother?" she asked.
"In London."
"And was my father--" she spoke of him as if he were merely a strange name: she could never connect herself with him--"was he dark?"
"He had dark-brown hair and dark eyes and a fresh colouring. He went bald, rather bald, when he was quite young," replied the mother, also as if telling a tale which was just old imagination.
"Was he good looking?"
"Yes--he was very good-looking--rather small. I have never seen an Englishman who looked like him."
"Why?"
"He was--" the mother made a quick, running movement with her hands-- "his figure was alive and changing--it was never fixed. He was not in the least steady--like a running stream."
It flashed over the youth--Anna too was like a running stream. Instantly he was in love with her again.
Tom Brangwen was frightened. His heart always filled with fear, fear of the unknown, when he heard his women speak of their bygone men as of strangers they had known in passing and had taken leave of again.
In the room, there came a silence and a singleness over all their hearts. They were separate people with separate destinies. Why should they seek each to lay violent hands of claim on the other?
-the rainbow, dh lawrence | | |
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