The English translation renders this as " My dear old Getafix || How good to see you here ", with the reply " Aha, an Alexandrine ".

My reply had been a terrible mistake, hasty, clumsy, and wrong.

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' My natural reply was ' Publish it, and at least get credit for integrity on your side.

' My natural reply was ' Publish it, and at least get credit for integrity on your side.

The song appears to be a musical reply to criticism of the band's This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours album, seen by many fans as a shift in style from the usual angry alternative rock produced by the band in the early to mid nineties, as it is noticeably harsher and louder than most of the material the band had recorded in the years leading up to the release of the single, most of the lyrics confirm this.

My short reply is, ' When pigs fly to the Moon and return home safely.

Unaware that this request had been made, and uncertain as to whether the message and request for a cease fire was a ruse on Nadir Khan's part, Dyer decided that he would not take any chances and sent the reply: " My guns will give an immediate reply, but your letter will be forwarded to the Divisional Commander ".

' My own reply would be that I'm the other sortI find that birds of a feather flock together.

We're knee deep in feathers off that part of the coast ... not a single success in the whole forty years of training " When a perplexed Dudley asks if this makes his life a miserable failure, Sir Arthur is forced to reply " My life has been a miserable failure, yes.

My dear Adam, this philosophy of yours is nearly of the same date as your ancestor's in Eden, and I can only say in reply, “ Who ever “ expected to see a dog do so ?” We have all read and heard of that snarling sect, the Cynicks, and if we could convert dogs into philosophers, or what is harder still, philosophical propositions into meat and bones, ( which I fear is more than most Scotch Professors can do ) I should apply metaphorically the following lines from a celebrated Poet, a great observer of human nature:

Thiébault asked “ Do you want to kill yourself ?” which prompted the famous reply from Lasalle: “ My friend, any hussar who does not die by thirty is a blackguard and I ’ ve arranged not to die this year .” At Napoleon ’ s table Lasalle wrote the lyrics to the famous French drinking song “ Fanchon .” On 17 January 1801 he commanded the cavalry at the Battle of Vilnadella and had three horses killed under him and broke seven swords on the enemy.

My God, how long is he going to wait, I thought.

She said, `` My name is Songau and these girls are Ponkob and Piwen.

`` My name is Dandy Brandon, missy.

My definition of this much abused adjective is that a reconstructed rebel is one who is glad that the North won the War.

As he informs Watson, `` My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence.

`` My doctors assure me that this increased percentage of risk is not great ''.

My intention, therefore, is not to say that Faulkner's awareness has been confined within the borders of the South, but rather that he has looked at his world as a Southerner and that presumably his outlook is Southern.

Thus Burns's `` My love is like a red, red rose '' and Hopkins' `` The thunder-purple sea-beach, plumed purple of Thunder '' although clearly intelligible in content, hardly present ideas of the sort with which we are here concerned.

My other nugget of art and architectural knowledge -- besides remembering that it was Ghiberti who designed the doors of the baptistery in Florence -- is the three styles of Greek columns.

My argument is that there was no Saxon Shore prior to that time even though the forts had been in existence since the time of Carausius.

My last gift to him is complete silence until the book is out and the first heated discussion dies down.

She said, `` My dear, do you know what Kent House is ''??

My sincere wish is that he continues to add to this record he sets here today.

My husband is in great pain.

My unscientific friend does not believe that human stature is measurable in terms of speed, momentum, weightlessness, or distance from earth, but is a matter of the development of the human mind.

My object, rather, is to alert you to an aspect or two of the affair that could have the gravest implications for you, far beyond the legal sanctions society might inflict.

My advice, if you live long enough to continue your vocation, is that the next time you're attracted by the exotic, pass it up -- it's nothing but a headache.

My aim in mentioning this factor obviously is not to give license to `` wild therapy '' but rather to encourage us to use the time-honored clinical casework skills we already possess, and to use them with greater confidence, precision, and professional pride.

My answer is in the negative because I believe that total capital demands during the Sixties will continue to press against available supplies, and interest rates will generally tend to be firm at high levels.

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

My wife died in childbirth after I was sent away.

My Uncle and I were not too close socially because of the difference in our ages.

My new Aunt was perhaps three or four years older than I and it had been a long time since I had seen as gorgeous a woman who oozed sex.

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

My curiosity was sharpened a day or two before the interview by a conversation I had with a well-informed teacher of literature, a Jesuit father, at a conference on religious drama near Paris.

My great-grandmother, I have been told, made her garden her great pride ; ;

`` My mother read a book right after I was born and there was a Lilian in the book she loved and I became Lilian -- and eventually I became Paula ''.

In `` My Song's Young Virgin Date '', for example, Thompson wrote: `` Yea, she that had my song's young virgin date Not now, alas, that noble singular she, I nobler hold, though marred from her once state, Than others in their best integrity.

My own stern hand has rent the ancient bond, And thereof shall the ending not have end: But not for me, that loved her, to be fond Lightly to please me with a newer friend Then hold it more than bravest-feathered song, That I affirm to thee, with heart of pride, I knew not what did to a friend belong Till I stood up, true friend, by thy true side ; ;

He listed what he had spent for `` My own diet in London eighteen weeks, in which I was sick a month ; ;

My `` touchstones, had, been strictly '' literature and, humanly enough, American literature ( because that was what I wanted to write ).

I recalled sympathetically the Duke's complaint in Browning's `` My Last Duchess ''.

My eyes were so bleary I could barely see him but there he was, a little smooth olivefaced guy in a new spring overcoat and a taffycolored fedora.

My first thought was how had it happened so soon, but I counted back on my fingers and sure enough we'd been living together six weeks.

My camp-made leather wallet, bulky with twisted, raised stitches around the edges, I stuffed with money I had been saving.

`` My brushes are different from those used by most watercolorists, for I combine the sable and the bristle.