`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.

`` But that was war '', I said.

Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.

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.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;

under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.

I was nearly thirty at the time.

It was dark and, I sensed, very large ; ;

Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.

This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.

I felt certain he was really a spineless little man.

Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.

In the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent tubes, similar to the one above the counter, illuminated the entire hall.

I was shown, instead, a batch of white tickets of the sort handed out, he told me, every morning.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

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.

I felt certain it was self-appointed.

I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.

I was constantly searching for clues around the neighborhood of the hall.

Bob Carroll may not bear quite as close a physical resemblance to LaGuardia as Tom Bosley does, but I was amazed at the way he became more and more Fiorello as the evening progressed, until one had to catch one's self up and remember that this wasn't really LaGuardia come back among us again.

I was amazed.

My lords, the law of nature moves me to sorrow for my sister ; the burden that is fallen upon me makes me amazed, and yet, considering I am God's creature, ordained to obey His appointment, I will thereto yield, desiring from the bottom of my heart that I may have assistance of His grace to be the minister of His heavenly will in this office now committed to me.

I couldn ’ t strike him even once .” I was amazed that there was someone that even Sodeyama Sensei couldn ’ t strike.

Condon, for instance, wrote of being amazed by Beiderbecke's piano playing: " All my life I had been listening to music … But I had never heard anything remotely like what Beiderbecke played.

I was absolutely amazed.

I have often heard, and have been amazed to hear, this thesis of yours, which is maintained and employed by the disciples of Protagoras and others before them, and which to me appears to be quite wonderful, and suicidal as well as destructive, and I think that I am most likely to hear the truth about it from you.

I was amazed to read that, for it never occurred to me that he was smitten with me, too, even though we did all those pictures together.

I was amazed that someone would draw such a misogynist, hateful cartoon.

" I was amazed by his passion for the music and the integrity with which he managed the musicians.

" I am elated and amazed to receive this honor from those who are committed to the best of what television and media have to offer, for doing what I've always wanted to do.

This is strong stuff, and I was amazed, after feeling some impatience in the earlier reaches of the film, to find myself so deeply absorbed in its second and third acts, until at the end I was blinking at tears.

I was even more amazed when Tony presented me with a white label.

Other critics, such as former U. S. Secretary of State Henry Kissinger said the attacks did not go far enough: " I would be amazed if a three-day campaign made a decisive difference ," Kissinger said just after the operation ended.

" Which amazed me, because I'm a live performer, I need my audience, I need my interaction and we were performing in a small rehearsal studio that smelt of beer and piss.

Gide was amazed, writing that " It is long since I can remember being so taken hold of, so voluptuously tormented by any book.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

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 ; ;