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`` I never saw men '', Lafayette declared in regard to the riflemen, `` so merry, so spirited, and so desirous to go on to the enemy, whatever force they might have, as that small party in this fight ''.
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I and never
`` I never felt better in my life '', Fiske blustered.
I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.
) 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.
For weeks I wandered about this neighborhood of warehouses and garages, truck terminals and taxi repair shops, gasoline pumps and longshoremen's lunch counters, yet never did I cease to feel myself a stranger there.
`` I never saw him.
But there's one thing I never seen or heard of, one thing I just don't think there is, and that's a sportin' way o' killin' a man ''!!
I never wear anything at all.
`` No, I never did see his face.
I can never pronounce it ''.
Though I had a great dread of the island and felt I would never leave it alive, I eagerly wrote down everything she told me about its women.
Never, never did I offer him the exclusive rights.
`` I never heard that ''.
I never heard of a poll being taken on the question.
`` As an independent American I considered all who were not for us, and you amongst the rest, as against us, yet be assured that John Jay never ceased to be the friend of Peter Van Schaack ''.
His first inaugural address speaks of `` my country whose voice I can never hear but with veneration and love ''.
But I would never have thought of it myself ''.
Then, after overtures to accept a settlement and go through with a divorce, Miriam gave a ghastly echo of Mrs. Micawber by suddenly stating, `` I will never leave Mr. Wright ''.
From her California headquarters, Miriam fired back, `` I shall never divorce Mr. Wright, to permit him to marry Olga Milanoff ''.
), I have never wanted to know what you knew of passion.
You probably would not remember, since you never seemed to remember even the same moments as I, much less their intensity, one sunny midday on Fifth Avenue when you had set out with me for some final shopping less than a week before the wedding you staged for me with such reluctance at the Farm.
I and saw
`` Mr. Morgan, it's the best-looking food I ever saw ''.
I saw you driftin away -- but I tried.
I saw that letter.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.
I saw the pony fall like a stone and the young warrior flew over its head, bouncing like a rubber ball.
I saw Little Billy rise and fire almost point blank and an Indian's face became shattered flesh and bone.
I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.
`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.
With distaste I saw him assume a pompous air.
When I went for my interview with the director I saw why.
Then I saw the father's head slightly turn ; ;
Suddenly a treble auto horn tootley-toot-tootled, and, thumbing hopefully, I saw emergent in windshield flash: red lips, streaming silk of blonde hair and -- ah, trembling confusion of hope, apprehension, despair -- the leering face of old Herry.
When I fell on my back, I saw a vulture hovering.
Looking back I saw a gray-haired man getting out of his halted car and trying to read our license number.
I saw Johnson's bottle snatched from his hand, saw it go in a swirl of foam just behind the second car.
One Monday morning I saw him approach the store with a woman and introduce me to her as my new Aunt.
And that is the way I first saw her when my Uncle brought her into his antique store.
I thought I saw a faint surge of color rise to her neck and quickly suffuse her cheeks.
I and men
In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
When one of the men in the hall behind us spat on the floor and scraped his boot over the gob of spittle I noticed how the clerk winced.
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.
It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.
What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??
Two uniformed officers, a couple of plain-clothesmen I knew, and two other men stood on a gray cement area next to the pool on my left.
A Southerner married to a New Englander, I have lived for many years in a Connecticut commuting town with a high percentage of artists, writers, publicity men, and business executives of egghead tastes.
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 left behind me brave men, whom captivity had robbed of all hope.
A special guard was posted at my end of the bridge to make sure I didn't cross, the ludicrousness of the situation being revealed fully in that everyone else -- men, women, and children, dogs, cats, horses, cars, trucks, baby carriages -- could cross Kehl bridge into Kehl without surveillance.
I have chosen five contrasting pairs, ten men in all, and they are arranged in roughly chronological order.
There were several men of ninety or more whom I knew first or last, all of whom were still productive and most of whom knew one another as if they had naturally come together at the apex of their lives.
I have known some men and women who said that the selves they are told about or even remember seem utter strangers to them now ; ;
His very honest act called up the recent talk I had with another minister, a modest Methodist, who said: `` I feel so deeply blessed by God when I can give a message of love and comfort to other men, and I would have it no other way: and it is unworthy to think of self.
Upon a visit to a local junior college last week, I was shocked to see the young ladies wearing short shorts and the young men wearing Bermuda shorts.
Sir -- I hasten to join in praise of the men in the toll booths on the Garden State Parkway.
Recently I traveled the parkway from East Orange to Cape May and I found the most courteous group of men you will find anywhere.
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