And yet we obviously also believe that the avoidance of the disaster depends in some obscure or at least uncertain way on the details of how we behave.

And yet -- a year to a child is an eternity, and in the memory that phase of one's being -- a certain mental landscape -- will seem to have endured without beginning and without end.

And yet amid all the gay hedonism in Pilgrimage And Wander-Years is a cycle of short poems, `` Thoughts In Loneliness '', filled with brooding, melancholy, and sombre longing ''.

And yet the elements which capture his liberal and humanistic imagination are those which make the English story worth telling and worth remembering.

And yet he made no pretense about it ; ;

And again, `` how can you write when you haven't yet read ' Bartleby The Scrivener ' ''??

And yet Mr. Kennedy persists in trying to mollify the intransigents of the right with apologies and promises of `` tightening up '' and `` economizing ''.

And yet Wilson knew that this place must go or he must go.

And yet, accompanying our gratitude is the realization that we are living in a crucial time.

And yet, despite some disappointment with the performance of this first year of the new decade, 1960 has been a good year in many ways, with many overall measures of business having reached new peaks for the year as a whole.

And yet it is not.

And there are even newer foamed plastics that are yet to be evaluated.

And yet this is exactly the risk we run when we assume, as we too often do, that we can continue to preach the gospel in a form that makes it seem incredible and irrelevant to cultured men.

And even as she, having indeed a husband, Adam, but being nevertheless as yet a virgin, having become disobedient, was made the cause of death, both to herself and to the entire human race ; ;

And although there was plenty of vigor in the performance, the ensemble was at its best when the playing was soft and lyrical, yet full of the suppressed tension that is one of the hallmarks of Beethoven.

And, slowly, feeling himself icy yet burning, Hal turned.

Then looking at him darkly Zeus who gathers the clouds spoke to him :' Do not sit beside me and whine, you double-faced liar. To me you are the most hateful of all gods who hold Olympos. Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles .… And yet I will not long endure to see you in pain, sinceyou are my child, and it was to me that your mother bore you. But were you born of some other god and proved so ruinouslong since you would have been dropped beneath the gods of the bright sky.

And yet the individual looking at the pictures can easily fail to be aware that they differ at all.

And though ... worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I will see God.

And yet, Searle points out, " I don't speak a word of Chinese.

And yet, the connection of all Christians is also asserted, albeit in a way that defenders of this view usually decline, often intentionally, to elaborate more clearly or consistently.

And yet there are those who love it.

: And then yet one-seventh ere marriage begun ;

And there was a house ; ;

And even with her limited knowledge of such things, she knew that the car could be repaired there ; ;

And then there was a numbing blow to the heart, and another gut-flattening blow to the stomach

And now she could see him, looking uncommon handsome, standing there beside Sally Jackson and her folks in front of their trail-worn wagon.

And she was deeply thankful that she could see her now, out there in the midst of a gay, youthful circle, skipping and singing, `` Farmer in the dell, Farmer in the dell, Heigh-ho the dairy-oh, the farmer in the dell ''.

And there is no section of the nation more ardent than the South in the cold war against Communism.

And in the context of drifting personal utterances we have examined, there was occasional evidence of the origin of all such evasions.

And now there was some question as to his continued residence there.

And there is one other point in the Poetics that invites moral evaluation: Aristotle's notion that the distinctive function of tragedy is to purge one's emotions by arousing pity and fear.

`` I went to the city And there I did Weep, Men a-crowing like asses, And living like sheep.

Yes, I went to the city, And there I did bitterly cry, Men out of touch with the earth, And with never a glance at the sky.

And it is also a fact of life that there will always ( be youngish half-educated people around, who will be dazzled by the glitter of what looks like a literary movement.

) And then there were ecclesiastical matters, the matter of Garibaldi's anti-clericalism.

And then there were other things.

And there is something so wonderfully romantic about it all.

And then there is St. Louis county, where the Democratic leadership has shown little appreciation of the need for sound zoning, of the important relationship between proper land use and economic growth.

And there must be many Soviet citizens who know what is going on and who realize that before they can hope to enjoy the full life promised for 1980 they and their children must first survive.

And there, on the way, had been the box turtle, that slow, self-contained, world-ignoring relic of pre-history, bent, for reasons best known to itself, on crossing the road.

And there I was shacked up with Eileen in that filthy fourth floor attic on Hudson Street.

And she was made to fall in love with him again there in the rutted dirt driveway standing in the cold fog, mad as she was at his going away when he really didn't have to, mad at their both having got older in a life that seemed to have taken no more than a week to go by.

And there was still not anything that Linda Kay could do.

And, besides, there are a large number of scholars, artists, composers of music, novelists, poets, essayists, choreographers, lawyers, servants of government, and men of affairs -- hundreds, indeed -- who serve the Foundation well with the advice they give us freely and gratis out of their experience.