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 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.

" And on non-conformists: " They have a superstitious belief in the actual words of the Bible which is very dangerous ".

They are not subject to a formal religious test, but non-conformists may not be admitted.

They crawled through the north fence and came on toward him, and now he saw that both were young, not more than nineteen or twenty.

They were tethered, army style, on stable lines.

They could hear the pony's feet on the dry leaves for a while, then the sound faded out.

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.

They reached the guard house without alerting the men on the walls above, and Powers slipped through the door.

They squatted on their heels in the deep mud and Dill found a cigar in his breast pocket, passing it over silently.

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

They were sitting on their heels, rider-fashion, over by the still empty calf wagon.

They reined in before the town marshal's office, a box-sized building on Main Street.

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

They returned to the street, mounted their horses, rode through the rain to the big house on Houston Street.

They tracked mud on the oaken floor, on the carpet.

They were headed straight for each other on a collision course.

`` They were supposed to meet Thor at nine PM for a conference concerning the ad campaign for their soap, a new angle based on this SX-21 stuff ''.

They discussed the way people never tell each other the things on their minds.

They watched the tree until it twisted sharply on a bend.

They could come on him now without difficulty.

They inhabit a secret world centered on `` go codes '' and `` gold phones ''.

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

They differed in the balance they believed essential to the sovereignty of the citizen -- but the supreme sacrifice each made served to maintain a still more fundamental truth: That individual life, liberty and happiness depend on a right balance between the two -- and on the limitation of sovereignty, in all its aspects, which this involves.

They arise in situations in which one believes that what happens depends not only on the external world, but also on the precise pattern of behavior of the individual or group.