But, who can look in a sweet soft pair of dark eyes without feeling queer?
How many more totalitarian states would persist today if Nineteen Eighty-Four had not warned generations against the threat they represented, both abroad and at home?
Let Observation with extensive View,
Survey Mankind, from China to Peru;
Sentences like Once is enough are clearly somewhat problematic for the traditional view: they appear to have an adverb as subject.
2. Singulative once. We separate this use off because it is limited to certain contexts where it means “even one single time”: Not once did he speak to me, or If you once let him in, he’ll never leave.
4. Term-of-office once. There is yet another use of this word of many disguises, and it occurs in such phrases as the once mayor of New York David Dinkins.
Which means, “The guard never surrenders”.
I was the last man standing today. Yesterday, Glen came down with the dreaded lurgi and Row and I took over his classes. Row said she was feeling seedy as well, and this morning I found that I was the sole survivor. Hwær comon colleagues? as the Anglo-Saxon poet said. I’m hoping that one or both of them will be well enough to resume teaching on Monday. If not, we may be looking at Mr Bamboo’s Last Stand, a heroic tale as the unenlightening attempts to teach the unenlightenable. The film version, if it’d been made about fifty years ago, would’ve starred Charlton Heston armed with a high-powered rifle, driving a chariot, and impaling Egyptians with famous lines such as “Eat javelin, Pharaoh bin Laden!” They just don’t make films like that any more.
Since it was a media studies day today, the only arduous aspect of it was repeated viewings of the latest Mummy film. In fact, I read some of the tales from Classic Victorian and Edwardian Ghost Stories, which include The Spectre of Tappington. I don’t know whether the author was paid by the word for his work, but the story rambles on and on until it’s revealed that the trouser thief is the sleep-walking Lieutenant Seaforth who’s been burying them in a grave. It’s a shaggy dog story without the merits of brevity.
Meanwhile, Chengdu seems to be looking about as awful as Glen and Row probably feel. By the time school finished, it’d turned very grey, gloomy and hazy, which contributed to my inclination that it’s time to hibernate.
ςтυpί∂ chάrάcтєrz iи τhε тϊтℓє вℓóğMy DaD iZ tOtAlLy GoInG oN aBoUt ThIs BoOk WhAt He BoUgHt!!!!! He SaYs I sHoUlD rEaD iT… bUt It LoOkS dEaD bOrInG, aBoUt A mAn wHo WeArZ a DrEsSiNg GoWn AlL tHe TiMe. I fInK hE mUsT bE a PeRv. ThE mAn WeArInG tHe DrEsSiNg GoWn, NoT mY dAd!!!!!! LoL!!!!!!! AnYwAyZ, mE, sHeZzA, bAz etc.