I remember being told it would happen so fast people would think it took place overnight.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

`` That quirt -- I ought to use it on you, where it would do the most good.

I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.

He pointed out the switch to me and for a moment I foolishly believed that he would let deed follow words.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

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.

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.

As I had expected, he insisted that my visits to the hall would do nothing to further the process of my application.

What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??

Though I doubted that he would understand me, I told the director my motives for applying.

Donald Kruger would like nothing better than to hold him as hostage, and I wouldn't entrust a snake to his tender care.

`` What else would I mean, anyways ''??

`` A body would swear I floated right up here on a cloud ''!!

Forced to realize that this was the end of a very short line I scanned a road marker and discovered what the end of a slightly longer line would be for the old Mexican: Moriarty, New Mexico.

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 let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

When they were finally satisfied, Jones said, `` I think he's going to give us work ''.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

When my Uncle offered me a part-time job which would take care of my normal expenses and give me time to paint I accepted.

`` I will give Mr. Roy his due for this dive.

I want you to find Monsieur Prieur at once and give him this money for the boy's purchase.

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.

And I select this sentence as its pertinent summation: `` in essence the drama of his ( Eisenhower's ) Presidency can be described as the ordeal of a nation turned conservative and struggling -- thus far with but limited and precarious success -- to give effective voice and force to that conservatism ''.

I still have the dress, and I hope to give it to the Smithsonian Institution as a memento, or, as I more fondly hope, to present it to a museum containing articles showing the daily lives of the Presidents -- if I can get it organized.

As a groundwork for the proposal I give some attention to the first task enumerated above, the clarification of goal.

I would say, too, that the study of literature tends to give a person what I shall call depth.

`` But why in the name of God can't I give my father blood ''??

From that time to this my religious concern is that I might give effective help to the bringing in of God's kingdom on earth.

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.

I know, that my son wants control and direction, but being autistic myself I cannot give full control or direction.

I try to give him as many normal experiences as possible.

Of course I had to give her Eileen's address, but she never came near us.

Occasionally if I pushed him too far he'd give me a look out of narrowed eyes and the hard cruel bony skull would show through that smooth face of his.

I treated them fair ''

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.

I could see them in my sights.

Since they could see me but I not them, their presence in the hall disturbed me.

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

I knew that three or four of them were almost always present in the hall, but what they were doing, and exactly where, I could not tell.

I felt certain that the director, like the afternoon clerk, seldom moved beyond the counter, that the hall, to them, was a jungle, a dark and unwelcome place.

Neither of them, I understood, had been present at the filming session earlier.

I had seen two of them and we would soon be in another city-wide, joyous celebration with romance in the air ; ;

I was aware that when our eyes met we both quickly averted them.

I expected Brassnose -- as a man with a strain of Melanesian in his blood -- to speak to them.

`` 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 ; ;

I followed them in the jeep and now they did not care.

`` I suppose because it saves them some loss of body water.

When confronted with a drunk or an insane person I have no notion of what any one of them might do to me or to himself or to others.

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.