:::"... there are many other people who earn less money than that and work more days in these communities that can afford it and do it and do it responsibly.

:::"... they writhedgasping as Scylla swung them up her cliff and thereat her cavern's mouth she bolted them down raw — screaming out, flinging their arms toward me, lost in that mortal struggle.

I had long since begun to lose my general innocence when I lost my trust in you, but this special innocence I lost before ever I loved, through my discovery that one could tremble with desire and even experience a flaming delight that had nothing, nothing whatever to do with friendship or liking, let alone with love.

This behavior on her part subsided only after I had come to see the uncomfortably close similarity between, on the one hand, her arranging the ventilation of the common living room to her own liking, or turning the television off or on without regard to the wishes of the others, and on the other hand, my own coming stolidly into her room despite her persistent and vociferous objections, bringing my big easy chair with me, usually shutting the windows of her room which she preferred to keep in a very cold state, and plunking myself down in my chair -- in short, behaving as if I owned her room.

Many medieval English verses associated with the birth of Jesus take the form of a lullaby, including " Lullay, my liking, my dere son, my sweting " and may be versions of contemporary lullabies.

Many medieval English verses associated with the birth of Jesus take the form of a lullaby, including " Lullay, my liking, my dere son, my sweting " and may be versions of contemporary lullabies.

With his small stature ( 5 ' 1 " tall ), curly red hair and liking for slapstick he was a popular comedian with children in his early years, becoming nationally-known for his " Hello, my darlings " catchphrase.

" Barât said in a later interview that it was " all a bit public for my liking.

He constantly tattles on his sisters, getting twisted pleasure out of it, as per his remark when he had stirred the pot to his liking: " This is just like my birthday!

He had chosen to study mathematics at Cambridge because, in his own words in his 1868 application for the professorship, " From my earliest recollection I have had an irresistible liking for mechanics and the physical laws on which mechanics as a science is based .... my attention drawn to various mechanical phenomena, for the explanation of which I discovered that a knowledge of mathematics was essential.

Ridgway asked specifically that if he found the combat situation " to my liking " whether MacArthur would have any objection to " my attacking ".

Such were my beginnings and I can only say that my liking for castanets came from the disgust that other ’ s castanets inspired in me ".

He felt that Waterdeep and the North " presents a Forgotten Realms city on a vast scale — too vast a scale for my liking ".

On March 12, Sullivan responded, " I have lost the liking for writing comic opera, and entertain very grave doubts as to my power of doing it .... You say that in a serious opera, you must more or less sacrifice yourself.

`` He works for my father '', the girl said, and then seemed to change her mind.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

Having nothing else to do except wait for my forms to be processed, I gave myself over to speculations concerning the hall itself.

For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.

I returned to the hall, despite my dislike for the clerk.

When I went for my interview with the director I saw why.

Though I doubted that he would understand me, I told the director my motives for applying.

I was just doing my job, just following orders, and for that he's going to kill me.

Besides, 'tain't no more'n right for me to follow with my black oxen, so's I can unhook and pull up fast if either of you get in a pinch ''.

I drew back, drawing back my foot for a kick.

I worked for my Uncle ( an Uncle by marriage so you will not think this has a mild undercurrent of incest ) who ran one of those antique shops in New Orleans' Vieux Carre, the old French Quarter.

Sometimes I wondered vaguely what he did about women for my Aunt, by blood, had died some years ago, but neither of us said anything.

When she appeared at the store to help out for a few hours even my looking at her was surreptitious lest my Uncle notice it.

I dismissed these feelings as wishful thinking but I could not get it out of my head that we had a strong physical attraction for one another and we both feared to dwell on it because of our relationship.

If it were not that I knew who it was I could have mistaken it for my Aunt so well did her clothes fit him.

As for states' rights, they have never counted in the thinking of my liberal friends except as irritations of a minor and immoral nature which exist now only as anachronisms.

I do not think that my experience would be typical for Southerners living in the North.

Among the policy makers, generals, physicists, psychologists and others charged with controlling the actions of the button pushers and their `` hardware '', the answers to my questions varied partly according to a man's flair for what the professionals in this field call `` scenarios ''.

`` Now that Bruno Walter is virtually in retirement and my dear friend Dimitri Mitropoulos is no longer with us, I am probably the only one -- with the possible exception of Leonard Bernstein -- who has this special affinity for and champions the works of Bruckner and Mahler ''.

When I mentioned that for my first long voyage I did not even have the money for the return fare, but had trusted to luck that I would earn a sufficient amount, the young people looked at me doubtingly.

Once, then -- for how many years or how few does not matter -- my world was bound round by fences, when I was too small to reach the apple tree bough, to twist my knee over it and pull myself up.

hot-colored verbenas in the corner between the dining-room wall and the side porch, where we passed on our way to the pump with the half-gourd tied to it as a cup by my grandmother for our childish pleasure in drinking from it.

More often than not I have found easy excuse to leave my own work and stand at a respectable distance where I could watch this man transform raw nature into a composed, not imitative, painting.

He writes to his friend, Theodore Duret, that “ my painting doesn ’ t catch on, not at all ...”

With this painting, Munch met his stated goal of " the study of the soul, that is to say the study of my own self ".

" He later described the personal anguish behind the painting, " for several years I was almost mad … You know my picture, ' The Scream?

< p > When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing.

" To make clear my exposition in writing this brief commentary on painting ," Alberti began his treatise, Della Pittura ( On Painting ), " I will take first from the mathematicians those things with which my subject is concerned.

*" I've been lucky enough to win an Oscar, write a best-seller — my other dream would be to have a painting in the Louvre.

:" How did I think up my drawings and my ideas for painting?

I don ’ t start painting until I have it all worked out in my mind.

William Merritt Chase complained of his sitting for a portrait by Whistler, " He proved to be a veritable tyrant, painting every day into the twilight, while my limbs ached with weariness and my head swam dizzily.

for that he is indeed one of the very greatest masters of painting, in my opinion.

Therefore, by that time, Hogarth hit on a new idea: " painting and engraving modern moral subjects ... to treat my subjects as a dramatic writer ; my picture was my stage ", as he himself remarked in his manuscript notes.

" I should paint my own places best ", he wrote to his friend John Fisher in 1821, " painting is but another word for feeling ".

In his autobiography, Orozco confesses, " I would stop my way to and from school and spend a few enchanted minutes in watching … This was the push that first set my imagination in motion and impelled me to cover paper with my earliest little figures ; this was my awakening to the existence of the art of painting.

Texts by Jean-François Jaeger and Louis le Brocquy, ‘ Notes on my painting ’.