I dug around and found a mix, and was able to surprise them with a devil's-food cake with chocolate icing.

I dug him, I saw his point ; ;

He had been a descendant of the Israelite tribe of Issachar ; he had been educated by his grandfathers, who had both been physicians to the court of Good King René of Provence ; he had attended Montpellier University in 1525 to gain his first degree: after returning there in 1529 he had successfully taken his medical doctorate ; he had gone on to lecture in the Medical Faculty there until his views became too unpopular ; he had supported the heliocentric view of the universe ; he had travelled to the north-east of France, where he had composed prophecies at the abbey of Orval ; in the course of his travels he had performed a variety of prodigies, including identifying a future Pope ; he had successfully cured the Plague at Aix-en-Provence and elsewhere ; he had engaged in scrying using either a magic mirror or a bowl of water ; he had been joined by his secretary Chavigny at Easter 1554 ; having published the first installment of his Propheties, he had been summoned by Queen Catherine de ' Medici to Paris in 1556 to discuss with her his prophecy at quatrain I. 35 that her husband King Henri II would be killed in a duel ; he had examined the royal children at Blois ; he had bequeathed to his son a ' lost book ' of his own prophetic paintings ; he had been buried standing up ; and he had been found, when dug up at the French Revolution, to be wearing a medallion bearing the exact date of his disinterment.

Right before I left for D. C., Stephen Tyler and Joe Perry dug into their pockets and came up with $ 10, 000 for me.

Referring to his career as an actor and his passion for music, Bridges says, " I dug what an actor did, but it took me a while to feel it, to truly appreciate the craft and the preparation.

Downward the earth was dug, until I reached rock in the earth.

Part of an extensive network of tunnels dug in World War I by British Empire soldiers can be visited at the Carrière Wellington museum in the suburbs.

:- Then you set to work, I suppose, to have moats dug, and ramparts thrown up, and watch towers erected, and strongholds built, and stores of food collected?

To accommodate drainage of and shipping on the tributaries of the IJ, such as the Spaarne, the Zaan, and the Nauerna Canal, nine auxiliary canals needed to be dug as well ( Side Canals " A " to " I ").

And I said to all the people, ‘ Make you every man a well in his house .’ And I dug the ditch for Karchah with the chosen men of Israel.

In 1903 during a visit to Canada, he said of his mishap in Kicking Horse Pass, " When I regained consciousness, my grave was dug and they were preparing to put me in it.

The basilica was built on the foundations of a 16th-century fort constructed by Francis I of France to resist the 1536 siege of the city by the Emperor Charles V. The basilica is made up of two parts: a lower church, or crypt, dug out of the rock and in the Romanesque style, and an upper church of Neo-Byzantine style decorated with mosaics.

It was outside class that I came upon and dug into the implications of Ives, Cage, Varèse and Partch.

The mountain troops ( Alpini ) of the 5th " Pusteria " Mountain Division were dug in on the slopes of Amba Bokora for the Italian I Corps.

When writing Dreamer, I dug up those old pages and used the details for my character Chaym Smith, the fictitious double for Martin Luther King Jr.

Along roads I have had wells dug and trees planted for the benefit of humans and animals ".

I made the pretence of looking for some papers and closed the box ... A grave had to be dug for poor Tuffin and the last rites performed over our late comrade.

John Digweed on his Transitions radio show from September 4, 2009 plays an hour from one of his sets at Twilo from January, 2001 and is quoted as saying " I've dug into my vaults and I've found an hour from when I was playing at Twilo, that legendary club in New York City.

The new régime executed or imprisoned for life those responsible for the regicide of Charles I. Neo-Royalists dug up Cromwell's corpse and gave it a posthumous execution.

I dug up the old Farfisa organ that I had used in Holy Toy and got Bjørn Sorknes, the old Holy Toy guitarist, with me.

When one of the men in the hall behind us spat on the floor and scraped his boot over the gob of spittle I noticed how the clerk winced.

I kept circling the block hoping to see, from the street behind it, the rear of the hall.

No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.

As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.

I regained my squatting position behind the truck cab's rear window.

I heard the screech of brakes behind me, an insane burst of laughter beneath me.

I saw Johnson's bottle snatched from his hand, saw it go in a swirl of foam just behind the second car.

I left behind me brave men, whom captivity had robbed of all hope.

I marched up to the waiting officials, the students massed behind me.

I could hear Alfred's voice a few words behind Meltzer's like a counterpoint, punctuated by sobs of sorrow and resignation.

Remember what I said about going out to get anybody left behind??

I had my arm behind his back.

At five o'clock that night it was already dark, and behind my closed door I was dressing as carefully as a groom.

I felt superior to the neighborhood friends I was leaving behind, felt older than my years, and was full of compliments for myself as I headed into the subway that was carrying its packs of passengers out of that dull borough and into the unstable, tantalizing excitement of Manhattan.

Within half an hour I jumped a six-point buck that hop-skipped through a rhododendron thicket, and I caught him just behind the left foreleg at 60 yards.

Taking the path behind the Throne Room to the building directly beyond it, the Portrait Gallery, I went right at the end of it, through a garden to a small building at the back -- a sitting room furnished with low blue divans, its floor covered with carpets, its ceiling painted with gold squares and floral designs.

`` I paint the nothing '', he said once to Franz Kline and myself, `` the nothing that is behind the something, the inexpressible, unpaintable ' tick ' in the unconscious, the ' spirit ' of the moment resting forever, suspended like a huge balloon, in non-time ''.

Do you think I might profitably study some of the history you do, perhaps two weeks behind you.

I wondered suddenly as I listened to the disconnected jabberings coming from the patient behind me, if I had not perhaps imagined it all.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

In the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent tubes, similar to the one above the counter, illuminated the entire hall.

By counting the number of stalls and urinals I attempted to form a loose estimate of how many men the hall would hold at one time.

I had for some time been hoping, in vain, for one of the dim figures to pass between the fan vents and myself.

Don't like to bother no one unless we have to, which I figger we do, in your case.

But there's one thing I never seen or heard of, one thing I just don't think there is, and that's a sportin' way o' killin' a man ''!!

Adios '', I said, exhausting my Spanish vocabulary on my host and exchanging one of a scarcely-tapped store of smiles with my host's daughters.

I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.

Seeming much relieved, she smiled one of those worth-waiting-for smiles, and I smiled all the way into the bedroom.

I worked for my Uncle ( an Uncle by marriage so you will not think this has a mild undercurrent of incest ) who ran one of those antique shops in New Orleans' Vieux Carre, the old French Quarter.

I dismissed these feelings as wishful thinking but I could not get it out of my head that we had a strong physical attraction for one another and we both feared to dwell on it because of our relationship.

I don't even remember who wrote it but it was one of those 15th or 16th century poets.

I felt that he looked at me coldly and appraisingly and seemed to be uncertain what his attitude towards me should be, but he did not say one word which might indicate that he had been told of advances to his wife.

Of course, males play a role there, but believe me when I say you wouldn't enjoy yourself one bit on Eromonga.

I clapped the big man with the bleached hair on his shoulder and said heartily, hoping it would make an impression on the women: `` This one is the maku Frayne.