`` There isn't anything left to say, is there, Keith ''??

There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.

There is much truth in both these charges, and not many Bourbons deny them.

There is unceasing pressure, but its sources are immediate.

There is little time for the men in the command centers to reflect about the implications of these clocks.

There is no room for error or waste.

There is a New South emerging, a South losing the folksy traditions of an agrarian society with the rapidity of an avalanche -- especially within recent decades.

There is a haunting resemblance between the notion of cause in Copernicus and in Freud.

There is still the remote possibility of planetoid collision.

There is the unexplainable, and there art raises questions that it does not attempt to answer ''.

There is nothing holy in wedlock.

There is no more `` plot '' than that ; ;

There is a legend ( Hawthorne records it in his `` English Notebooks ''.

It consists of fragmentary personal revelations, such as `` The Spark '': `` There is a spark dwells deep within my soul.

There is only one catch to this idyllic arrangement: Adam Smith was wrong.

Harris J. Griston, in Shaking The Dust From Shakespeare ( 216 ), writes: `` There is not a word spoken by Shylock which one would expect from a real Jew ''.

There is no justification for such misrepresentation.

There is no socially existential answer to the question.

There is no selectivity ; ;

There is probably some significance in the fact that two of the best incest stories I have encountered in recent years are burlesques of the incest myth.

There is no necessity, I suppose, to assert that Mr. Faulkner is Southern.

There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.

There may be a case of this sort, but it is not one we wish to argue, here.

There was nothing in particular on the man's face.

`` There was nothing else I could do '', the maid answered, satisfied with a rather vague explanation.

There is, of course, nothing new about dystopias, for they belong to a literary tradition which, including also the closely related satiric utopias, stretches from at least as far back as the eighteenth century and Swift's Gulliver's Travels to the twentieth century and Zamiatin's We, Capek's War With The Newts, Huxley's Brave New World, E. M. Forster's `` The Machine Stops '', C. S. Lewis's That Hideous Strength, and Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and which in science fiction is represented before the present deluge as early as Wells's trilogy, The Time Machine, `` A Story Of The Days To Come '', and When The Sleeper Wakes, and as recently as Jack Williamson's `` With Folded Hands '' ( 1947 ), the classic story of men replaced by their own robots.

There is nothing new in this ; ;

There are few data on the boa constrictor, those for the anaconda are unconvincing, and there is nothing at all on the amethystine python.

There is therefore nothing about them to which an attitude of approval or condemnation could be fitting.

There is nothing remarkable about this at all.

There is nothing to suggest that the brain can alter past impressions to fit into an original, realistic and unbroken continuity like we experience in dreams.

There was the Hungarian Revolution which we praised and mourned, but did nothing about.

There is nothing infra dig about a good blend from a good shipper.

There was nothing he could do but walk.

There was nothing he could do except jump into the ditch.

There was nothing coherent about his thinking.

There had been nothing evil or dirty in his intentions.

) There was nothing to indicate that Lauren Payne was primitive.

There was nothing quite like being alone on a boat on the ocean.

There is nothing in the whole range of human experience more widely known and universally felt than spirit.

There was nothing wrong with her job.

Spencer was quiet for a moment longer, then he said, `` There is nothing I want to say, Captain ''.

She said, `` There is nothing that concerns you here.

There was nothing specifically wrong with Edythe, but there was absolutely nothing right about her either.

There was nothing he could do but wait.