`` 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.

`` I mean, we don't have any way to get there and we can't expect you to quit work just to take us to town ''.

I just can't take any chances on getting her pregnant, and if we were sleeping together ''

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

I just do what I'm told, and '' --

I was just doing my job, just following orders, and for that he's going to kill me.

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 just want you to take a message to Diane Molinari.

Couldn't I just '' -- His voice trailed off into silence.

I just wanted to hear you say so ''.

I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.

I ducked just as the first strand broke somewhere down the line and came whipping over the sideboards.

I saw Johnson's bottle snatched from his hand, saw it go in a swirl of foam just behind the second car.

`` So I just scooted out of his clutches.

I was so scared well, I just ran to my car and came here ''.

I didn't get a good look at him at all, his back was to me, and I was so scared It was just somebody in a man's suit.

The rest of the time I devoted to painting or to those other activities a young and healthy man just out of college finds interesting.

If you tell him I made a pass at you he might think you misunderstood something I said or did, so instead of just telling him I made a pass, say I tried to date you and that you agreed so you could prove to him what a louse I really am.

Since he introduces so much modern music, I could not resist asking how he felt about it.

I had read the story many times without asking myself why it affected me or caring why it did.

`` Mr. Lane '', Hearst said, `` if you ever wish anything that I can do, all you will have to do will be to send me a telegram asking, and it will be done ''.

Consequently, on October 31, 1896, Mrs. King wrote to Thompson, quite against her daughter's wishes, asking him not to `` recommence a correspondence which I believe has been dropped for some weeks ''.

Last, not least, there are some poems which K. King sent me ( addressed to herself ) when I was preparing a fresh volume, asking me to include them.

I found myself becoming one of that group of people who, in Carlyle's words, `` are forever gazing into their own navels, anxiously asking ' Am I right, am I wrong ' ''??

I never met John Dewey, whose style was a sort of verbal fog and who had written asking me to go to Mexico with him when he was investigating the cause of Trotsky ; ;

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.

Then he was asking himself the usual early morning questions: What the Hell am I doin here??

How often have I looked to Jesus when entering the sick room, asking for His presence and help in my professional duties as I give my talents not only as the world giveth but as one who loves the Saviour and His creatures.

`` I never asked you for any favors, Joe '', she went on, `` but I'm asking one now.

He points that his father-in-law Henry I of England is asking them for a grandson.

When Winston follows up his question by asking " Does Big Brother exist the same way I do?

Since you're asking me, I'll say no, I don't think he is ...

The majority of experimental studies assess consciousness by asking human subjects for a verbal report of their experiences ( e. g., " tell me if you notice anything when I do this ").

I regard myself as Left of Centre which … is where a Party Leader ought to be … It is no use asking, “ What would Keir Hardie have done ?” We must have at the top men brought up in the present age, not, as I was, in the Victorian Age .’

Al Sharpton, former Pentecostal minister, now a Baptist minister and Civil rights leader, during his campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination in 2004 said that asking whether gays or lesbians should be able to get married was insulting: " That's like saying you give blacks, or whites, or Latinos the right to shack up – but not get married [...] It's like asking ' do I support black marriage or white marriage '...

I had also been signed up for a bunch of TV specials, all without anyone ever asking me.

In response to Marx asking in disbelief why she had so many children, the contestant replied, " I love my husband.