`` 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.

The first time I went there he asked me to bring him water from Flagler's well -- water that reminded him of his first days in the mountains -- and before I came the next time I filled a five-gallon jug for him and brought it to the hospital.

It reminded me of my other professor, Edward Kennard Rand, of whom I had been so fond when I was at Harvard, the great mediaevalist and classical scholar who had asked me to call him `` Ken '', saying, `` Age counts for nothing among those who have learned to know life sub specie aeternitatis ''.

`` This is moving day '', Winston reminded her, `` and I bet you left things every which way upstairs, your clothes all over the floor and the bed not made.

as he spoke I was reminded of the great bales of cargo which are swung, high in the air, from a docked steamship.

Frederick Douglass once observed of Lincoln: " In his company, I was never reminded of my humble origin, or of my unpopular color ".

I must say I forgot those works and I am thankful to you that you reminded them to me.

The apostle certainly prepares us for that future life in words of which I also reminded you on that occasion.

Before the apparition of the first gospel, the gospel of Mark which was probably written around the years 65 – 70, Paul the Apostle used the term gospel when he reminded the people of the church at Corinth " of the gospel I preached to you " ( 1 Corinthians 15. 1 ).

When he was reminded how much power and strength Luther drew from his trust in God, he answered, " If I myself do not do my part, I can not expect anything from God in prayer.

The listener is reminded, " As always, should you or any of your I. M.

He reminded studio head Harry Cohn he was " spending three hundred thousand dollars on a picture in which the heroine is seventy years old ," to which Cohn responded, " All I know is the thing's got a wallop.

I reminded him of the Empress at home and his political party in France.

Rackin cites the same quote, " Antony / Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see / Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness / I ’ th ’ posture of a whore ” to make the argument that here the audience is reminded of the very same treatment Cleopatra is receiving on Shakespeare's stage ( since she is being portrayed by a boy actor ) ( V. ii. 214-217 ).

" Martin said that " these years in silence and reflection made me stronger and reminded me that acceptance has to come from within and that this kind of truth gives me the power to conquer emotions I didn ’ t even know existed.

Rumours circulated that Villeneuve was one of several drivers in whom the Italian team was interested, and in August 1977 he flew to Italy to meet Ferrari, who was immediately reminded of the pre-war European champion Tazio Nuvolari: " When they presented me with this ' piccolo canadese ', this minuscule bundle of nerves, I immediately recognised in him the physique of Nuvolari and said to myself, let's give him a try.

I was reminded of some of those leprous facades in the vieux port at Marseille, until suddenly I was disturbed by such a bawling and caterwauling as you never heard, and there, down in the little piazza, I saw a mob of about twenty terrible young men, and do you know what they were chanting We want Blanche.

I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.

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.

This light did not penetrate very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight entering through the fan vents when I tried to pick out whatever might be lying, or squatting, on the floor below.

When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.

I stopped by the counter.

But, by gosh, I want him and I'm going to have him!!

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 ; ;

I sat by her on the divan.

I worked for my Uncle ( an Uncle by marriage so you will not think this has a mild undercurrent of incest ) who ran one of those antique shops in New Orleans' Vieux Carre, the old French Quarter.

Sometimes I wondered vaguely what he did about women for my Aunt, by blood, had died some years ago, but neither of us said anything.

True, she was my Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me only by marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know or much care.

I was puzzled by the remark, then I recalled the voice of mild Professor Howard Griggs three years ago in a university lecture on primitive societies.

Our lifeboat was filling rapidly and despite what I had heard of the inhabitants of Eromonga, I was glad to see a long and graceful outrigger manned by three bronzed girls glide out of a lagoon into the open sea and toward our craft.

My friends and I come from a ship which was destroyed by fire.

In the hut to which I was assigned -- Max had his own quarters -- my food was brought to me by a wrinkled crone with bare drooping breasts who seemed to enjoy conversing with me in rudimentary phrases.

`` I got Margaret Rider in one of them old box cars down there by the quarry ''.

When I question them as to what they mean by concepts like liberty and democracy, I find that they fall into two categories: the simpler ones who have simply accepted the shibboleths of their faith without analysis ; ;