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 came perilously close to losing it altogether, in fact: the only manuscripts of Pausanias are three 15th-century copies, full of errors and lacunae, which all appear to depend on a single manuscript that survived to be copied.

We can construct another three new circles from C < sub > 5 </ sub >, giving six new circles altogether.

::" We veered a little to the left after we came to Tilford, at which place on the Green we stopped to look at an oak tree, which, when I was a little boy, was but a very little tree, comparatively, and which is now, take it altogether, by far the finest tree that I ever saw in my life.

We can hardly refrain from describing things altogether, but we can bear in mind that we could append to any name or description the word ' etc.

We are told, " In the cold, loveless and altogether hideous life of the Techultli, his admiration and affection for the invaders from the outer world formed a warm, human oasis, constituted a tie that connected him with a more natural humanity that was totally lacking in his fellows, whose only emotions were hate, lust and the urge of sadistic cruelty.

We cringed at the sight and were dumbfounded when, after several repetitions, his tongue had not even reddened.

We are dumbfounded at his report.

We began by declaring that all men are created equal.

We consider a rural community as an assemblage of inhabited dwellings whose configuration is determined by the location and size of the arable land sites necessary for family subsistence.

We are tempted to blame others for our problems rather than look them straight in the face and realize they are of our own making and possible of solution only by ourselves with the help of desperately needed, enlightened, competent leaders.

We note the use of rhetoric as a weapon, the manipulation of the masses by propaganda, the `` mobilization '' of effort and resources.

We are also struck by the fact that this story of a boy's love for his mother does not offend, while the incestuous love of the man, Paul Morel, sometimes repels.

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.

We must meet this situation by promoting a rising volume of exports and world trade.

We attempted to conclude this, and did so by having the papers burned.

We must avoid the notion, suggested to some people by examples such as those just mentioned, that ideas are `` units '' in some way comparable to coins or counters that can be passed intact from one group of people to another or even, for that matter, from one individual to another.

`` We are menaced for the first time in the history of the Republic by the open and unblushing effort of a multi-millionaire to purchase the Presidential nomination.

We stopped first at the amphitheater that lies at the foot of the height crowned by the Parthenon.

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 believe that the list of vital things left undone to date by the Eighty-seventh Congress should have included repeal by the Senate of the Connally amendment.

If it is not enough that all of our internationalist One Worlders are advocating that we join this market, I refer you to an article in the New York Times' magazine section ( Nov. 12, 1961 ), by Mr. Eric Johnston, entitled `` We Must Join The Common Market ''.

We would be crippled by reduced output, industrial decline, widespread unemployment ''.

Once, Andrus walked by it, hastily scanned the bold black headline and the five-column lead of the article ( by Duane Bosch, staff correspondent -- age not given ), and muttered: `` We a buncha national celebrities ''.

We also continued to run a series of ads featuring endorsement of Rhode Island by industrialists who had recently established new plants here.