Then he took off his wet boots and dropped down into the water to talk with the beasts, needing their comfort more than they needed his.

`` It is no time '', he writes, `` to talk with Hints and Innuendos, but openly and honestly to profess our Sentiments before our Enemies have compleated and put their Designs in Execution against us ''.

Something indirect, mixed, reconciling, tensional might well be the stratagem, the devious technique by which a poet indulged in all kinds of talk about love and anger and even in something like `` expressions '' of these emotions, without aiming at their incitement or even uttering anything that essentially involves their incitement ''.

In all the talk of feudal rights, the knights and bishops must never forget the woolworkers, nor was it easy to do so, for all along the road to Italy they passed the Florentine pack trains going home with their loads of raw wool from England and rough Flemish cloth, the former to be spun and woven by the Arte Della Lana and the latter to be refined and dyed by the Arte Della Calimala with the pigment recently discovered in Asia Minor by one of their members, Bernardo Rucellai, the secret of which they jealously kept for themselves.

Teachers -- men who wore brown suits and had gray hair and pleasant smiles -- came to their table to talk shop and to be introduced to Scotty and Rachel.

It was a session at which all the youngsters were told to express their fears, to get them out in the open where they could talk about them freely.

When abbots dined in their own private hall, the Rule of St Benedict charged them to invite their monks to their table, provided there was room, on which occasions the guests were to abstain from quarrels, slanderous talk and idle gossiping.

Jurors did talk informally amongst themselves during the voting procedure and juries could be rowdy, shouting out their disapproval or disbelief of things said by the litigants.

This, however, drew the Presbyterians closer to the Church of England in their common desire to resist ' popery '; talk of reconciliation and liturgical compromise was thus in the air.

In a large meet coaches are rarely allowed on the deck to talk to their athlete so it is common to see coaches using hand gestures to communicate.

By the autumn of 1559 several foreign suitors were vying for Elizabeth's hand ; their impatient envoys engaged in ever more scandalous talk and reported that a marriage with her favourite was not welcome in England: " There is not a man who does not cry out on him and her with indignation ... she will marry none but the favoured Robert ".

During his trip, a tempest forced him to stop on an island near Guangzhou, China where he saw the rich merchant Diogo Pereira, an old friend from Cochin, who showed him a letter from Portuguese being held prisoners in Guangzhou asking for a Portuguese ambassador to talk to the Chinese Emperor in their favor.

Stimulated by their discussions with Wilkins and what Watson learned by attending a talk given by Franklin about her work on DNA, Crick and Watson produced and showed off an erroneous first model of DNA.

" Ashley tells her how pretty she looks, and they reminisce about the days when they were young and talk about their lives now.

Hagiographies of Jerome talk of his having spent a lot of his years in the Syrian desert, and multiple artists have titled their works " St Jerome in the wilderness "; some of them include Pietro Perugino and Lambert Sustris.

Kemp prepared an open letter to Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, Laura Ingraham and other conservative talk show hosts on McCain's behalf to quell their dissatisfactions.

* The They Might Be Giants song " Where Your Eyes Don't Go " on their second album, Lincoln, featured the lines " You're free to come and go / Or talk like Kurtis Blow.

They forced many people out of their homes and ignored many basic human freedoms ; they controlled how Cambodians acted, what they wore, who they could talk to, and many other aspects of their lives.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

At last they concluded that the heavy, full feeling in their stomachs was due to lack of exercise.

Men seem almost universally to want a sense of function, that is, a feeling that their existence makes a difference to someone, living or unborn, close and immediate or generalized.

For as his companions gradually dissolve back into a state of primitive confrontation with elemental necessity, as they lose all the appanage of their acquired culture, he is overcome by the feeling that he is at last being confronted with the essence of mankind.

And all this too shall pass away: it came to him out of some dim corner of memory from a church service when he was a boy -- yes, in a white church with a thin spur steeple in the patriarchal Hudson Valley, where a feeling of plenitude was normal in those English-Dutch manors with their well-fed squires.

When he was bent over behind the wheel of the station wagon, feeling in his trouser cuffs for the ignition key which he had dropped a moment before, she came out of the house with an enormous Rumanian shawl over her head, which she had bought in that country during one of their trips abroad, and handed him a clean handkerchief through the window.

And as the Pilgrims bowed their heads in humble gratitude, they shared another feeling -- the anticipation of what the future held for them and their posterity.

If there is nothing evil in these things, if they get their moral complexion only from our feeling about them, why shouldn't they be greeted with a cheer??

Dreams that display events of the future with photographic detail call for a theory explaining their basic mystery and all its components, including that weird feeling of deja vue, inevitably fantastic though that theory must seem.

One frequently has the feeling that the order of their movement combinations could be transposed without notable loss of effect, there is too little suggestion of organic relationship and development.

The D Minor Sonata, Op. 31 No. 2, introduced by dynamically shaped arpeggios, was most engaging in its moments of quasi-recitative -- single lines in which the fingers seemed to be feeling their way toward the idea to come.

When they are able to hold a live spider without feeling anxious, they will have conquered their phobia.

Some rebels disliked being called contras, feeling that it defined their cause only in negative terms, or implied a desire to restore the old order.

They will also be more creative in the way they adapt to their own circumstances without feeling a need to conform.

Druze are known for their loyalty to the countries they reside in, though they have a strong community feeling, in which they identify themselves as related even across borders of countries.

Many classes have methods that call their own functions, thereby looking and feeling like most other OO languages.

Charles Baudelaire, in the later, " metaphysical " phase of dandyism defined the dandy as one who elevates æsthetics to a living religion, that the dandy's mere existence reproaches the responsible citizen of the middle class: " Dandyism in certain respects comes close to spirituality and to stoicism " and " These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking ....

The state of battle trance, which can be induced by rhythmic drumming, singing, dancing, body painting, and the use of certain substances, allowed them to lose their individuality, obtain collective identity, and to fight together as a unit without feeling fear and pain, neglecting their personal safety for the evolutionarily more important reason.

Alice Miller claims that " many people suffer all their lives from this oppressive feeling of guilt, the sense of not having lived up to their parents ' expectations .... no argument can overcome these guilt feelings, for they have their beginnings in life's earliest period, and from that they derive their intensity.

But the liquor had flushed their courage.

He remembered Clayton's mocking smile in the saloon when he had asked him what he would do if they brought their cattle to water.

He knew who was riding after him -- the men he had known all his life, the men who had worked for him, sworn their loyalty to him.

But the luck that had been running their way left him.

They had pistols in their hands.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

The one thing they had in common was their hatred.

They had spent a million dollars, carving in a road, putting up buildings, drilling their haulage tunnel.

Perhaps she had no reason to fear these trees that whispered their secrets above her head as she passed.

For men who had left cattle alone after getting their first notices had received no second.

I found a trooper once the Apache had spread-eagled on an ant hill, and another time we ran across some teamsters they'd caught, tied upside down on their own wagon wheels over little fires until their brains was exploded right out o' their skulls.

Nor could they stop and find out about all that had happened until they made circle, tended the cattle, tethered the horses, gathered fuel, carried water, and started their cooking fires.

From then on, in keeping with the traditions they had followed since childhood, the whole group settled down to relish their food.

They'd peddled the soap virtually alone, and without much success, until about a year ago, when -- with the addition of `` SX-21 '' to their secret formula and the inauguration of a high-powered advertising campaign -- sales had soared practically into orbit.

Their product had been endorsed by Good Housekeeping, the A.M.A., and the Veterinary Journal, among other repositories of higher wisdom, and before much longer if you didn't have a cake of their soap in the john, even your best friends would think you didn't bathe.

He used the blanket for late morning naps when hosts of the night had gone off to jobs and proved reluctant to leave him in their small rooms with their few possessions.

For three days, their stolid oxen had plodded up a blazing valley as flat and featureless as a dead sea.

He had picked out this pathless trail, instead of the common one, in a moment of romantic fancy, to give them privacy on their honeymoon.

Of all their worldly belongings, next to the oxen and his gun, the seed grain had been the most treasured.