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 had located the runway of a colony of ants and as the ants came out of the ground, the boys picked them up, one at a time, and pinched them dead.

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.

They too loved their families, longed for their villages: yet lacked the faith that drove one to dare the fearful chance of escape ''.

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 had to take blood samples to the laboratory to test them, for one thing, and there was much required preliminary procedure.

`` 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 were aware that soldiers went to town, in more ways than one, because of the monotony of camp life, to find the only release available in the absence of movies, reading rooms, and playing fields with adequate athletic equipment.

They made it, killed every last one of the Krauts, took the village on schedule.

They crowded the small room and peered over one another's shoulders to watch the handless man write his name in the book.

`` They say that our steeple is one hundred and sixty-two feet high.

They answered him in monosyllables, nods, occasionally muttering in Greek to one another, awaiting the word from Papa, who restlessly cracked his knuckles, anxious to stuff himself into his white Cadillac and burst off to the freeway.

They had never seen one before and had expressed a curiosity about it.

They were further stripped of old wive's tales by seeing the slender, lovely Russian girls performing feats requiring tremendous strength and with not one bulging muscle.

They had been kind to us and we were indebted to them for one or two pleasant dinners, and for information as to where to shop, which dentist, doctor, plumber, and sitter to call ( not that there was much of a choice, since Catatonia was just a village ; ;

They were constantly assuring you that you were one of the world's great guys.

They had to be told that one.

In attempting to improve specificity of staining, the fluorescein-labeled antisera used in both direct and indirect methods were treated in one of several ways: ( 1 ) They were passed through Dowex-2-chloride twice and treated with acetone insoluble powders ( Coons, 1958 ) prepared from mouse liver or from healthy sweet clover stems or crown gall tissue produced by Agrobacterium tumefaciens ( E. F. Smith & Townsend ) on sweet clover stems.

They were not free to be themselves in this situation, an interpersonal one, where there was an observer of their reactions and they had no guide for acceptable behavior.

They are segregated businesses, combining again on one site the factory and the office, drawing their work force from segregated communities.

They learn to like these so well that it isn't surprising to hear that one boy tried the oats he was feeding his horse at chore time.

They were disturbed by his idiotic bravado -- as, when his bodyguard, Yankee Schwartz, complained that he had been snubbed by Dave Miller, a prize-fight referee, chieftain of a Jewish gang and one of four brothers of tough reputation, who were Hirschey, a gambler-politician in loose beer-running league with Torrio and O'Banion, Frank, a policeman, and Max, the youngest.

They were followed by crack North Korean troops, who mounted one charge after another.

They never called him by name, although he had one.