I remember being told it would happen so fast people would think it took place overnight.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

`` That quirt -- I ought to use it on you, where it would do the most good.

I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.

He pointed out the switch to me and for a moment I foolishly believed that he would let deed follow words.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

By counting the number of stalls and urinals I attempted to form a loose estimate of how many men the hall would hold at one time.

No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.

As I had expected, he insisted that my visits to the hall would do nothing to further the process of my application.

What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??

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

Donald Kruger would like nothing better than to hold him as hostage, and I wouldn't entrust a snake to his tender care.

`` What else would I mean, anyways ''??

`` A body would swear I floated right up here on a cloud ''!!

Forced to realize that this was the end of a very short line I scanned a road marker and discovered what the end of a slightly longer line would be for the old Mexican: Moriarty, New Mexico.

I would have foregone my romantic chances rather than leave a friend sweltering and dusty and -- Well, at least I wouldn't have shouted back a taunt.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.

`` I mean, we don't have any way to get there and we can't expect you to quit work just to take us to town ''.

There's someone there I have to see.

I have to think about it.

We'll still have the rifle, and I might be able to round up some more.

I have it with me, right here.

) hung on a hook on the wall, and underneath it I could see his tie, knotted, ready to be slipped over his head, a black badge of frayed respectability that ought never to have left his neck.

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.

But, by gosh, I want him and I'm going to have him!!

Don't like to bother no one unless we have to, which I figger we do, in your case.

`` I have a little job for you, Charlie.

`` You and I have a little talking to do, Jess.

At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;

I wouldn't have known the difference.

And if I have gone into so much detail about so small a work, that is because it is also so typical a work, representing the germinal form of a conflict which remains essential in Mann's writing: the crude sketch of Piepsam contains, in its critical, destructive and self-destructive tendencies, much that is enlarged and illuminated in the figures of, for instance, Naphta and Leverkuhn.

I want you to be grandfather to these orphaned poems, dear father-brother, now I am gone ; ;

Even apart from the fact that now at the age of 31 my personal life is being totally disrupted for the second time for no very compelling reason -- I cannot help looking around at the black leather jacket brigades standing idly on the street corners and in the taverns of every American city and asking myself if our society has gone mad.

I don't know whether he was after our rider, who had gone by a minute before, or whether he was simply scouting conditions ; ;

I raised some kale by hocking the good clothes I had left over from my respectable uptown life, but when that was gone I didn't have a cent.

The covers slid down his skinny neck so I saw his head, fuzzed like a dandelion gone to seed, but his face was turned to the wall -- there was the pale shadow of his nose on the plaster -- and I thought, Well you don't look much like a pig-drunk bully now.

I thought she'd gone upstairs and expected to hear she had.

But when I saw that it was already ten past seven, I began to wonder if something had gone wrong.

One said, `` When I get a cold I buy a bottle of whiskey for it, and within a few hours it's gone ''.

The sentimental pure heart of Galahad is gone with the knightly years, but I still believe in the heart of the George Meredith character that was not made of the stuff that breaks ''.

The last time I saw Bird, at Jimbo's Bob City, he was so gone -- so blind to the world -- that he literally sat down on me before he realized I was there.

`` I wouldn't have gone into nursing if I didn't care about people.

`` I know when my reflexes are gone and I'm not going to be any 25th man on the ball club ''.

as halfbacks, both came close to playing football at the University of Oklahoma ( `` Sometimes in the minors '', Maris recalls, `` I wished I had gone to Oklahoma '' ).

If I could put your body in an imaginary atomic press and squeeze you down, squeeze these holes out of you in the way we squeeze the holes out of a sponge, you would get smaller and smaller until finally when the last hole was gone, you would be smaller than the smallest speck of dust that you could see on this piece of paper.