He'd have to start going to some of the other places again.

He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.

According to this hypothesis, Doyle as a private joke has Inspector MacDonald describe Moriarty: " He'd have made a grand meenister with his thin face and grey hair and his solemn-like way of talking.

He'd have his drive all spic ' n ' span when he left the house, then get home to find all these empty cans.

He'd have to do something before we could consider him bad at it.

He'd rather have the team do sometimes rather dangerous or stupid promotional gimmicks and autograph signings with fans than having them save the world, although he does acknowledge that they do good.

He'd written Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say please share my umbrella and it's like when you get a really great part of a lyric or, I also had this nice riff as well, and when you have such a great start to a song it's kind of like the rest is easy.

*" He'd overthrow his slider and it would back up and have a rotation like a spitball " -- former Tigers catcher Bill Freehan, at The Detroit Free Press.

He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.

He'd be handsomer than he is if he had better manners but life and his enemies have left him looking a little beat up, and I suppose having seen his mother ( back about 1840 ) trying to take a bath in a wooden washtub without fully undressing left his soul a little warped.

He'd like to have Aika to go out with him, but she refuses.

He'd spearheaded the Ace line, he was the originating editor-in-chief of the Avon paperback list in 1945, and I think he was hurt and took it personally.

He'd become friends with him by letting him think Tommy was gone on his behalf.

He'd often joke about it, " This is a magnificent building ," he said with his tenor voice, " but I think the roof is leaking.

He'd say, ' I don't want to take away from you dropping your gloves, but, I don't want you to think about not doing it.

He'd wanted her to go back to a normal girl's life after she had gotten her revenge due to the brutality of the life of a Samurai, and he often tries again to convince her to do so whenever situations that he doesn't think she can handle arise.

He'd play attacking shots off balls other people would only think of defending.

He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.

He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.

He'd shoot at anything if it was the rear end of a horse or his own sentry.

He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.

He'd shoot from wingovers, zooms, and barrel rolls, and after a few passes the sleeve was ribbons.

Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!

Tim Finnegan lived in Walken streetA gentleman Irish, mighty oddHe had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hodYou see he'd a sort of a tipplin ' wayWith a love for the liquor he was bornAnd to send him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn '

He'd consult the daily directory in the lobby and find a party — usually a Bar Mitzvah reception — and he would go up to the room and ask to speak to whoever was paying for the affair.

He'd play the record but he'd improvise over what Earl was doing ..... ' course, when you heard Art play you didn't hear nothing of anybody but Art.

He'd be out there squinting because he could see, at midnight, the moonlight and shadows, and that was his way of not seeing the weeds or imperfections that would plague him during the day ..." Talking of the tranquility he felt at Friar Park, Harrison once said: " Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet, and it's great when I'm in my garden.

He'd first learned of the revolution when he noticed the Securitate was no longer tailing him.

He'd gotten into the oscillating resonances idea because he'd seen that any one type of molecule has differing absorptions at differing radiant frequencies and he was entirely persuaded that the only difference between one frequency and another is the frequency.

" He'd come and see where I was working, and he might say, ' Very nice, very nice.

Comparing Richards to Lemon, Bannister said, " He'd post the lineups 10 minutes before the game, and only then we'd find out who was playing and where.

Featured on the cover of the January 1981 issue of Contemporary Keyboard magazine ( a story that was reprinted in Contemporary Keyboards book on the greatest rock keyboardists ), DeYoung described many of his steps along the way through his keyboard-playing career: He'd never played an acoustic piano until the recording session for 1972's " Lady "; he recorded the track for 1979's " Babe " in a friend's basement on a Rhodes electric piano he'd never touched before ; the odd feeling of switching back to playing accordion for the song " Boat On The River " and discovering how small the keys felt to his fingers after years of playing electric organs and pianos.

He'd end up doing all of that and I was the one that got squeezed out ; I was doing almost nothing.

He'd grab a guy's tie and slam his chin into the table before the guy knew he was in a war.

He'd become a celebrity and was more interested in talking to Dag Hammarskjold and Adlai Stevenson.

He'd been a reporter and a writer of screenplays before and after the war ; and one of his books documents the experiences of concentration camp survivors, several of whom cite the plaintiff as the source of their suffering.

He'd then concocted a conspiracy to dethrone, degrade and divorce her, before she was ultimately condemned and killed.

He'd used the same method as Gwen used to kill Laurence only a few days before as a cover for her murder, so that everyone would assume the same person was guilty of both murders.

He'd resigned a week before it was finally ratified, and died in September.

He'd then present the pink bag of " Salt and Vinegar Samboy " chips, before immediately cycling off hastily, pulling a ' mono ' as he left.

He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.

He'd not care about getting waked so he could give up some of his whisky to a slit of a kid and maybe lose one of his hiding places in the bargain.

' He'd shoot it into the corner again, only this time he cut across to the other side and picked it up over there.

He'd save up all the money he earned or obtained and every two weeks head down and buy as many pocketbooks as he could afford.

" He'd proved himself as the one man who could stand up to them ," wrote Knox.

He'd set up his own business.

' He'd die now ,' according to George's sister Nancy, ' with limos picking them up.

He'd take those skeleton outlines I had given him and turn them into classic little works of art that ended up being far cooler than I had any right to expect.

He'd also rather not face them or Gustavus again in battle, and in particular not the American rifles which tore up his jaw and put him in declining health since he could not ingest solids.

He'd been drinking heavily and wound up crashing his car, leaving him mortally wounded.