2013

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

by Karine Desrosiers on décembre 20, 2013 , 15 859 comments

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English; and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash individuals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which became still more popular when the Illustrated London News came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared to say, « Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to pass. »

In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and velvet.

by vgolflaval on décembre 20, 2013 , 3 887 comments

Look deep into nature.

by Karine Desrosiers on décembre 15, 2013 , 4 290 comments

At first the two forces circled at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodangan camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below; then with sickening velocity she tore after them, almost completely burying herself in the soft loam of the ancient sea bottom.

But then, birds just fly high

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 14, 2013 , 6 863 comments

The artilleryman agreed with me that the house was no place to stay in. He proposed, he said, to make his way Londonward, and thence rejoin his battery–No. 12, of the Horse Artillery. My plan was to return at once to Leatherhead

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

by Karine Desrosiers on novembre 2, 2013 , 13 456 comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, « Good! and now for the seizings.«

No time for games, let’s play

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 2, 2013 , 6 662 comments

Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.

We are masters of the unsaid words.

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 1, 2013 , 18 677 comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, « Good! and now for the seizings. »

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

In a wardrobe were many green dresses, made of silk and satin and velvet.

Look deep into nature.

But then, birds just fly high

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

No time for games, let’s play

We are masters of the unsaid words.

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