novembre 2013

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Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

by Karine Desrosiers on novembre 2, 2013 , 13 493 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.« 

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Karine DesrosiersSometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

No time for games, let’s play

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 2, 2013 , 6 677 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.

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Jean-François LaflècheNo time for games, let’s play

We are masters of the unsaid words.

by Jean-François Laflèche on novembre 1, 2013 , 18 740 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. »

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Jean-François LaflècheWe are masters of the unsaid words.