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 taken a load of speed and taught himself.

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

He'd made the awful journey that so many others had: He pulled himself from the clutches of The God That Failed, and then in his writing fashioned a vigorous new synthesis of traditional and libertarian thought – a synthesis that is today recognized by many as modern conservatism.

He'd been through some things with her, himself ".

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

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

He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.

He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.

He'd often look down at the floor gathering his thoughts.

George's son Dhani would later recall for the Scorsese documentary: " He'd garden at night-time until midnight.

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 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 give a talk at Christmas and they'd give him $ 10, 000.

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

*" 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 helped found the School of Communications and Theater at Temple.

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

He'd have to think, but the main thing, the imperative necessity, was to leave before Sam Bentley was up and about, and before Millie detained him with sympathy.

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 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 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 had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.

He'd written a book " I Am Not Spock ," and that gave people the idea.

He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.

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 heard of a " kidnapping " from Montfermeil, remembered Valjean's request of three days, and had also heard of a man poorly dressed who gave money to other poor people, the " beggar who gives alms ", who had a granddaughter with him, who ( so rumors said ) said that she came from Montfermeil.

He concentrates on one key phrase hidden under the sound of a street musician: " He'd kill us if he had the chance ".

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 '

After recording the second version of the song, Lennon wanted to do something different with it, as Martin remembered: " He'd wanted it as a gentle dreaming song, but he said it had come out too raucous.

" He'd always got drunk after the show but it had never got to the point where it would jeopardize the show itself.

He'd had his arms and legs blown off and some of his body had been blown through the railings.

He'd say, "... went to bank ... had problem ... sat down ... couldn't get out ... killed a woman ... very sad ...".

He'd always said you had to be ready to take off on short notice.

He'd had abscess there, it spread to both his eyes and one had to be removed.

He'd just come off back to back successes with Gloria Gaynor and Peaches & Herb and had won a Grammy for Gaynor's huge hit " I Will Survive ".

He'd find a disappointed Flynn, who had already sold all his gear in preparation for the move.

He'd led Frank Johnson's Colored Band and by 1818 had taken his band as far south as Richmond, Virginia, playing dances for white southerners.