They are preoccupied riding herd on control panels, switches, flashing colored lights on pale green or gray consoles that look like business machines.

They are supplied, a batch at a time, by a secret source and are continually changed by Wisman or his staff, at random intervals.

They are mere fragments, just one portion of preprepared messages.

They are huge areas which have been swept by winds for so many centuries that there is no soil left, but only deep bare ridges fifty or sixty yards apart with ravines between them thirty or forty feet deep and the only thing that moves is a scuttling layer of sand.

They recognized that slavery was a moral issue and not merely an economic interest, and that to recognize it explicitly in their Constitution would be in explosive contradiction to the concept of sovereignty they had set forth in the Declaration of 1776 that `` all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among them are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

They are in general those fears that once seemed to have been amenable to prayer or ritual.

They are non-conformists on principle.

They are full of contempt for the institution of matrimony.

They feel they are leagued against a hostile, persecutory world, faced with the concerted malevolent opposition of squares and their hirelings, the police.

They for their part are convinced that Holmes is too `` unorthodox '' and `` theoretical '' to make a good detective.

They are presumed to have plunged to a common grave in this fatal embrace.

They are determined to prove something.

They tell us, sir, that we are free, because we have in one hand a ballot, and in the other a stock certificate.

They are very small, and in the form of haystacks, without either chimney or windows.

They are situated in the midst of trees, which hang over them, and appear truly romantick.

On December 21, the day that the Irish House of Commons petitioned for removal of Sir Constantine Phipps, their Tory Lord Chancellor, Molesworth reportedly made this remark on the defense of Phipps by Convocation: `` They that have turned the world upside down, are come hither also ''.

Defoe then commented, `` If they Could Draw that young Gentleman into Their Measures They would show themselves quickly, for they are not asham'd to Say They want only a head to Make a beginning ''.

They emerged as interchangeable cogs in a faulty but formidable machine: shaved nearly naked, hair queued, greatcoated, jackbooted, and best of all -- in the opinion of the British professional, Major Semple-Lisle -- `` their minds are not estranged from the paths of obedience by those smatterings of knowledge which only serve to lead to insubordination and mutiny ''.

They are longing to see you ''.

They are not true because scientists or prophets say they are true.

They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.

They were running from something.

They expected greater things from him, regardless of how trying the circumstances, and they were disappointed.

They got tin cups of coffee from the big pot on the coosie's fire, rolled and lighted brown-paper cigarettes, lounged about.

They closed in fast, kept him from reaching inside his coat for his gun.

They escorted him down from the porch and through the rain to his office.

They moved in on him, crowded him from all sides.

They would have to go west through the narrow river valley that separated Leyte from Samar and hope that it didn't close in before they returned.

They had never seen a tultul but they had heard about it from their fathers ''.

They had fought from caves, and the marines resorted to burning them out.

They bought rustled cattle from the outlaw, kept him supplied with guns and ammunition, harbored his men in their houses.

They whirled and saw him, standing there dim in the slatted light from the boarded freight wall.

They lay, with the birds hopping from branch to branch above them and the bright sky peeping down at them.

They squatted on their heels with their heads bent far forward, their eyes only a few inches from the ground.

`` They swear that every person smells different and every family smells different from every other.

They fought hard, but they were forgiving to former foes, and sought to prevent vindictive legislatures from confiscating Tory property in violation of the Treaty of 1783.

They may even enroll a colored student or two for show, though he usually turns out to be from Thailand, or any place other than the American South.

While convalescing in his Virginia home he wrote a book recording his prison experiences and escape, entitled: They Shall Not Have Me Published originally in ( Helion's ) English by Dutton & Co. of New York, in 1943, the book was received by the press as a work of astonishing literary power and one of the most realistic accounts of World War 2, from the French side.

They reincarnated the figures of human beings banished from his canvases since the 1920's.

They even accept the `` double standard '' of sex morality in a double sense, i.e., both sexes agree that standards for men differ from standards for women, and women apply to both sexes a standard different from that held by men.

`` They straggle at such a rate '', he told the commander-in-chief, `` that if the enemy were enterprising, they might get two from us, when we would take one of them, which makes me wish General Howe would go on, lest any incident happen to us ''.

They had risen from humble beginnings by their own diligence and astuteness, they were unfettered by the codes that bound nobles like Othon or even the older generation of clerks like Hotham, and they were working for an end that their opponents had never even visualized.

They had other topics of conversation, besides their news from courts and fairs, which were of interest to Othon, the builder of castles in Wales and churches in his native country.