We were coming to an intersection, turning right, chuffing to a stop.

We were off the road, gleaming barbed wire pulling taut.

We were in a field, in a tight, screeching turn.

We were back on the road.

We were slowing.

We enjoyed a paradoxical freedom when we were still too young for school.

We were not, however, entirely unacquainted with the varying aspects of the street.

We were forbidden to swing on the gates, lest they sag on their hinges in a poor-white-trash way, but we could stand on them, when they were latched, rest our chins on the top, and stare and stare, committing to memory, quite unintentionally, all the details that lay before our eyes.

We can also argue that the three brothers Karamazov and Smerdyakov were the external representatives of an internal conflict within one man, Dostoevsky, a conflict having to do with father-murder and the wish to possess the father's woman.

`` We were possessed by visions of a new civilization to come, very pure and elevated '', he has said, `` in fact some ideal form of socialism such as we had dreamed of since the war of 1914-1918 ''.

We were given a job and we carried it out, and later, his case was taken up by the Disciplinary Committee.

`` We were requested by the Secretary General, as I understand it, to discuss with you such matters as appear to us to be relevant, and we are not of course either a formal group or a committee in the sense of being guided by any rules or regulations of the Secretariat.

We were struck by the notable absence of banana skins and beer cans, but just so that we wouldn't go overboard on Greek refinement, perfection was side-stepped by a couple of braying portable radios.

We were almost the same age, she was fifteen, I was twelve, and where I felt there was a life to look forward to Lilly felt she had had as much of it as was necessary.

We may say of some unfortunates that they were never young.

We were at a party once and heard an idealistic young European call that awful charge glorious.

`` We have just returned from Roswell, N.M., where we were defeated, 34 to 9 '', the young man noted.

We were less than a quarter of a mile from the road, and we could trace its shape from the ribbon of powder smoke and dust that hung over it.

`` We were on our vacation in Canada '', Howard explained, in a muffled voice that must have been used to booming, `` and the news didn't catch up with us till we were nearly home.

We blushed and were flustered, and it turned out to be the fleetest brush of lips upon cheek.

We would have the means to seek out and destroy the enemy's force -- whether it were fixed or mobile.

We were in business!!

We were camping a few weeks ago on Cape Hatteras Campground in that land of pirates, seagulls and bluefish on North Carolina's famed Outer Banks.

`` We ain't got nothing to talk about.

We are worried about what people may do with them -- that some crazy fool may `` push the button ''.

We talk about national character in the same way that Copernicus talked of the compulsions of celestial bodies to move in circles.

We experience a vague uneasiness about events, a suspicion that our political and economic institutions, like the genie in the bottle, have escaped confinement and that we have lost the power to recall them.

We feel uncomfortable at being bossed by a corporation or a union or a television set, but until we have some knowledge about these phenomena and what they are doing to us, we can hardly learn to control them.

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.

We ran east for about half a mile before we turned back to the road, panting from the effort and soaked with sweat.

We in this Department must think about foreign policy in its total context.

We used the latter equipped with a carborundum disk about

We have learned a lot -- a dash of hydrochemistry here, a bit about plumbing and pump-priming there.

We have set up a central R & D department, as well as engineering-management departments -- about 80 people working on problems related to those of our plants.

We didn't even know them till about a month after we moved -- at that time, they had called on us, after I met Fran at a PTA meeting, and had taken us in hand socially.

We had entertained exaggerated ideas about our victory automatically establishing our system throughout the world.

`` We were troubled about the fate of the Baltic States.

We, ourselves, are always eager to know how others feel about us and the way in which we live.

We have learned from earthquakes much of what we now know about the earth's interior, for they send waves through the earth which emerge with information about the materials through which they have traveled.

`` We want to find out who knew about it '', Pratt said.

We should not allow the image of an immanent end brought about indirectly by our own action in the continuing human struggle for a just endurable order of existence to blind us to the fact that in some measure accelerating the end of our lease may be one consequence among others of many other of mankind's thrusts toward we know not what future.

`` We could put up cribs on the second floor sleeping porch and turn the front bedroom into a playroom where it's nice and sunny, but of course it would entail quite a bit of running up and down stairs and Chris said you were to be careful about that ''.

We have learned much about interstellar drives since a hundred years ago ; ;

We never learn anything about her husband, but we do know that she hates alcohol and public appearances, and has a great fondness for apples until she is put off them by the events of Hallowe ' en Party.

" We hardly earn the bread ", wrote Abby May to her brother, " the butter we have to think about.

In July, Alcott announced their plans in The Dial: " We have made an arrangement with the proprieter of an estate of about a hundred acres, which liberates this tract from human ownership ".

We know from a reference in William Langland's Piers Plowman, that ballads about Robin Hood were being sung from at least the late 14th century and the oldest detailed material we have is Wynkyn de Worde's collection of Robin Hood ballads printed about 1495.