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I and asked
When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.
Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??
I asked Rawlins.
`` Why '', he went on, `` when Rob asked me if he could make his dive on this trip, I didn't think twice about it.
I have just asked these questions in the Pentagon, in the White House, in offices of key scientists across the country and aboard the submarines that prowl for months underwater, with neat rows of green launch tubes which contain Polaris missiles and which are affectionately known as `` Sherwood Forest ''.
I asked the same questions inside the launch-control rooms of an Atlas missile base in Wyoming, where officers who wear sidearms are manning the `` commit buttons '' that could start a war -- accidentally or by design -- and in the command centers where other pistol-packing men could give orders to push such buttons.
I asked Wisman what would happen if he broke out the go codes and tried to start transmitting one.
I asked.
How, I asked, could chaos be admitted to chaos??
I asked about the battle between life and death in his plays.
Given a theological lead, I asked what he thinks about those who find a religious significance to his plays.
At a party an English intellectual -- so-called -- asked me why I write always about distress.
I was having lunch not long ago ( apologies to N. V. Peale ) with three distinguished historians ( one specializing in the European Middle Ages, one in American history, and one in the Far East ), and I asked them if they could name instances where the general mores had been radically changed with `` deliberate speed, majestic instancy '' ( Francis Thompson's words for the Hound Of Heaven's Pursuit ) by judicial fiat.
Just as I was about to enlarge upon my discovery of the underside of the leaf of love, memory, displeased at being asked to yield its unsavory secrets, dashed ahead of me, calling back over its shoulder: `` Skip it.
The waspish man stopped me three paces from the bicycle barricade, and asked me in French if I had papers to leave France.
I asked him.
I asked.
One of the girl students, sitting by while I ate the thick soup, asked me if I had a sleeping bag.
I asked him.
Once or twice my father asked me if I wasn't overdoing a bit in my churchgoing.

I and looking
I started looking on the splintery truck bed for a piece of board, a dirt clod -- anything I could throw and with better aim than I had thrown the beer bottle.
He was looking out on the dark waters of the Lake when I came upon him and without wasting words I smacked him hard across the face.
When he heard that Paul Whiteman was looking for singers to replace the Rhythm Boys, Mercer applied and got the job, `` not for my voice, I'm sure, but because I could write songs and material generally ''.
I grant that the dog may not be really protective, based on his training, but if you were roaming the streets looking for a purse to snatch or a young lady to molest, how quick would you be to attack a person strolling with a dog??
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 didn't want to touch him and I hoped Ma would do it but she kept looking at the kid's clothes piled on the floor and the pool of water by them and didn't make any move to.
A Pennsylvania soldier wrote that `` they were the hardest looking set of men that ever I saw.
I put in new batteries so as to be certain I'd have plenty of power and on my way out walked over to the regular parking stalls and stood looking at them thoughtfully.
`` Yeah, it's a real load '', I told him, looking up the street at my battered Ford.
He hesitated a second, looking at the bottle, before he said `` Sure-sure '', and I reassured him.
When he handed it back and I had hold of it safely, Pops was looking toward me and I said `` Now '', to Charlie and he swung the short length of lead pipe he'd meanwhile taken from his pocket, once.
For A good many seasons I've been looking at the naughty stuff on television, so the other night I thought I ought to see how immorality is doing on the other side of the fence in movies.
`` She's so beautiful, and I do like to keep her looking nice ''.
`` You see '', she said, looking past him into the room, where the highball glasses sparkled dully in the bright light, `` you and I can't understand the many hardships they have to undergo ''.
I followed it, looking at the brilliant colors on its tubular back, the colors clear and sharp and perfect, in orange and green and brown diamonds the size of a baby's fist down its back, and the diamonds were set one within the other and interlaced with glistening jet-black.
I felt good and satisfied, looking at the snake.
I drove the tractor on, not looking down there ; ;
I took the broken length of it around the tractor and I took one of the wrenches from the tool-kit and I struck its head, not looking at it, to kill it at last, for it could never live.

I and at
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.
They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.
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.
I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.
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.
I felt strongly attached to the hall, however, and hardly a day passed when I did not go to look at it from a distance.
My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??
I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.
What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??
This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.
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 was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.
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 ; ;

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