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Okunuşu: / wəːk / Okunuş kuralları
Dil: İngilizce
Hecelenişi: work
Ekler: works/worked/work·ing
Türü: fiil, isim


f. çalışmak, iş yapmak;
emek sarfetmek, uğraşmak, meşgul olmak;
vazifeli olmak, memuriyeti olmak;
başarılı olmak, iyi netice vermek;
etkilemek, tesir etmek;
çözmek, halletmek.

i. iş, çalışma, meşguliyet;
görev, vazife;
eser, kitap;
el işi;
çalışma yeri;
fabrika, tesis;
, argo. tüm;
sirke köpüğü;
sevap kazanılacak iş.
(sonek)... işi, -den yapılmış.

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  • I turned away, and now he bestirred himself, going out with his forked twig to search for water. He soon set the men to digginga slow enough task, for they'd thought to bring only one shovel, and must use it turn and turn about. The ground proved rocky and the work arduous and to no use. When the hole got deep enough to hide the digger Ralff gave it up and pulled out his twig again. He went farther out and to a lower spot this timemore successfully, finding damp within two yards.
  • Because her father was Dozent, Caelia's family lived in the best quarters in all of Annles-Scientia. Due to the crowding (no one had ever expected so many people to move into the place, after all), space was limited and the rooms of the Chancelar~Emerick family were no larger or nicer than any others. They did have one extra room where her parents often met with people who came for advice or debate, but that was a working room and not living space. The real attraction of their home came from its location. Their rooms were on First Hall, the closest of any living quarters to the Chamber where Caelia's parents and so many others worked.
  • Sy did not let the silence last. He had already begun working out his plans and he now wanted to move quickly. "How long do you think it will take for you to get to Dunop, convince the dwarves to help get the tunnels cleared, and get into Connel?"
  • "Just focus, look again or repeat after me, whichever works for you," Caislyn said while eying the new girl suspiciously.
  • "What a lovely name. My mother was called Agnes," said the zombie, working the charm for all it was worth. "Now, Agnes, lets just have a feel...Ow!"
  • Enin explained quickly. "They are not here to attack." He turned a glance to Holli. "Since you didn't think I would be a help to you today, I spent my time working on a spell to read thoughts. I was practicing on the townspeople as they trained. It was amazing to see what they were thinking. In a strange way, most of them really want the dwarves to attack, almost as if they want to prove something. Anyway, when I sensed the goblins, I probed their thoughts. They are not here on a raid. They are here to investigate what's going on. From the hills, they've seen our people on the wall. They saw the group of elves enter through the south gate. They know we are preparing for something. Apparently some serp, named Sazar I think, has sent them to find out more of what's going on behind the wall. By his order, they are not to attack us."
  • I scratched the thought. There would be no talk of spending lifetimes with people, at least not until we took care of the whole 'a group of vampires wants you dead' thing. That's how my agenda was going to work.
  • "You didn't ask him if he had published his work and had other scientists confirm his findings, which was standard operating procedure in medical research, did you?"
  • Catrin was not surprised by his words, for the apartments were lavishly appointed. Deep carpets cushioned her feet, and beautiful works of art adorned the walls, depicting scenes of nature as only the most talented artists could render them. Elaborately carved chairs bore soft cushions, and a fire burned in the fireplace. Two doors led to private sleeping chambers that were not much smaller than the common room. Within she found a delightfully soft feather mattress shrouded by a canopy of sheer material.
  • Starting with the altar, which was in the middle of the room, Sara took each item off and set it on her desk, then rubbed the wood surface down with an oil and water blend while saying a prayer: "Negativity is gone, positivity grows. Harmful thoughts run away, pure love keeps you at bay…" She picked up each item from the desk and repeated the process, putting them back in their proper places. Then she began to cleanse the entire room. working with the altar items, she lit candles and incense and then went around the room in a clockwise spiral starting at the altar, sprinkling salt and flicking the liquid around the room and on any object that Robin could have touched, all while chanting her prayer. As she did this, she imagined her sisters image, bad thoughts, and feelings leave the room. When her last circle ended at the bedroom door she said, "This room is cleansed of all negativity!" and closed the door.
  • So she had left Noah in Santa Cruz. He was back working in the ER, fulfilling his duty to keep his spot on staff in the actual hospital. No big deal, she told herself. It was only a week, but she had this sneaky mushy feeling creeping in as she thought of spending the week alone. They had been nearly inseparable for the last year, and she was amazed at how strongly she was reacting to the division. At least there was someone to watch Lotus so she didnt have to stay in the kennel at work.
  • Maggie and Kayla started the day working on separate houses, but ended the day in a united effort to finish the last house. The winners on this day were the Jones family, who had lost their house in a hurricane and subsequent flood and had been living in the familys SUV for a few months. The women walked arm in arm out of the sight and on the way home, never saying a world and only enjoying the satisfying silence of each others contentment.
  • "Deirdre reestablished contact with Jessie, so why not with you? It might work out even better. Youre more diplomatic than your sister."
  • "Then it sounds like you believe as I do, in the Creator and that he has a plan. Trust in that, learn from your elders and allow your abilities to be used to realize those plans. Never let your fear guide your decisionstrust in what you know to be right and the details will always work themselves out…"
  • Others, like Philip, who gave Kell an icy stare, just like Louis and Aurora shared. Kell only smiled. That bastard wasnt sociable because Kell was a published novelist. Jans boyfriend wrote poetry, always bragging how his latest piece was going to be in this or that anthology, yet Kell possessed an agent, had just sold the film rights to 1955 Rainbow Chessboard. Only pocket money; he still worked at the restaurant, also part time at a bookstore to keep his hand in the industry, what he told people. Really it was to pay the rent, but now with a savings account, he might have a girlfriend to go with it.
  • "Do you want to fly so much that you will forgive the Flock, and learn, and go back to them one day and work to help them know?" Jonathan asks his first student, Fletcher Lynd Seagull, before getting into any further talks. The idea that the stronger can reach more by leaving the weaker friends behind seems totally rejected.
  • The doctor came back in to check on me and cleared me for release. When I asked Max if he was in trouble for not going back to work, he answered, "No, my boss started my leave of absence tonight instead of tomorrow. Im done working until we come back from our trip."
  • In 1858 he became organist at Sainte-Clotilde, a position he retained for the rest of his life. He became professor at the Paris Conservatoire in 1872; he took French nationality, a requirement of the appointment. His pupils included Vincent d'Indy, Ernest Chausson, Louis Vierne, Charles Tournemire, Guillaume Lekeu, and Henri Duparc. After acquiring the professorship Franck wrote several pieces that have entered the standard classical repertoire, including symphonic, chamber, and keyboard works.
  • Fed up with leaving messages that were never answered, and a little concerned at his friends evasiveness at work, Ian had decided to take the bull by the horns and pay him an unannounced visit. He knew that Kevin was going through a difficult phase, that his mother was worsening and needed extra help. He also knew about Kevins overtime rate and his need for reclusion, but he felt that, when all was said and done, all work and no play.... Anyway, he missed his friend and thought it almost his duty to drag him out of himself and give him a little joy. So he had nipped into the off-license and bought a couple of six-packs with which he intended to get both of them drunk. Afraid that Kevin would invent an excuse if forewarned, he had decided to spring it on him as a surprise. He was not sure that he would be welcomed with open arms, but he knew he would be seen off with good cheer.
  • Annies heart swelled at the thought of marrying such a good-looking, light spirited young mana man she had secretly admired for many years. As the holy Christmas season approached, the young couple grew to love each other and plans were made to wed in late winter, when the air would be warmer, but before the work of the spring planting.
  • Crouching, he slipped away to the left. Beyond the narrow rim of the ridge, the slope fell steeply. A misstep would send him hurtling to the rocks below. He made his way down carefully, painstakingly, over the large boulders for long minutes until he arrived at a narrow ledge about thirty feet below the top of the ridge. He took cover behind a row of charred huts where Cathar hermits had dwelt before the siege began. This whole mountain stank of burnt wood. As he began to work his way around to the other peak, from behind him issued shouts in the dialect of Languedoc: the Cathars, raising their war cries. They must have reached the crusader fort. How wonderful if they managed to drive the crusaders off the mountaintop!
  • Campbells not sure that was very clear to anyone, much less the jury. "Our last witness, Dr. Fowler, talked about antibodies trying to save the body time and effort by seeing if they will work against a new foreign invaderseeing if they have a close enough key to unlock the threat."
  • With an exasperated look, Rordan stood up and went over to his shelf of lessons. Tora had put the Doctor Skulky lessons back in disarray. He settled onto the Puff Couch and worked on putting them back into order.
  • Aldragon hardly dared to move for fear of the pecols, but they did not bite him as he stirred his claws. The cramps in his body unwound with a slowness as slow it seemed as his long torment, and after an age of agony his tired claw severed the first strand of his many bonds. He worked to free his wings and spread them painfully to ease the flood of life back into them, and then released his legs until he was suspended only by the vines around his middle.
  • "It's truly unfair that some doctors, no matter how questionable their choice of practice, are able to make seventeen times the amount a criminal lawyer is paid working for the state. On top of the salary, that criminal lawyer has to deal with a lifetime of stress and sacrifice. And the lawyer's salary is supplied by tax dollars, a tiny drop in an ocean of dues and fees and taxes. That's the kind of revenue that should make the IRS burst out laughing!"
  • "Fair enough, but it may take some time. Contacting him means risking my life. If Lady Magmilan finds out I saved him and Im now working with him…." His voice trailed off. "Ill see you at dinner. Five oclock remember." He turned and left. I shut the door behind him, and stood there for a few minutes soaking it all in.
  • I put the homeless dirt pile back where it was needed. I worked without thought, mind an empty factory. The shovel patted the ground level. Lying within a field of grass, the black of earth was prominent against the sun-reflecting green. Uneven, rugged, the texture was different to the surroundings. As it should have been.
  • It is dark now, and the rain falls steadily. The anthropologist takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He unzips his backpack and pulls out his ugly notebook. Theres a small flashlight in there, too. He has sealed it with duct tape and used it sparingly. It still works.
  • "Because we are on the same team and we need to work together." Roseduck realised how ridiculous and unconvincing that sounded. But it was all he had.
  • That was what most of us felt, I think, and I for one tried to arrange my work so that I did not have to leave home that day. But about midday I had to take a tonic (a preparation of dandelion) to a sick woman who lived near the Shambles, a few doors down from Mr Whites house. I could see piles of bedding and some bits of furniture in the roadway outside, and after I had delivered the tonic I went a little further to see what had been happening. Several books lay in the gutter and some loose pages were fluttering in the breeze. The windows of his house were broken and the door was half off its hinges.
  • With reference to the military side--the plan of campaign--that work of genius of which Thiers remarks that, "His genius never devised anything more profound, more skillful, or more admirable," and enters into a polemic with M. Fain to prove that this work of genius must be referred not to the fourth but to the fifteenth of October- that plan never was or could be executed, for it was quite out of touch with the facts of the case. The fortifying of the Kremlin, for which la Mosquee (as Napoleon termed the church of Basil the Beatified) was to have been razed to the ground, proved quite useless. The mining of the Kremlin only helped toward fulfilling Napoleon's wish that it should be blown up when he left Moscow--as a child wants the floor on which he has hurt himself to be beaten. The pursuit of the Russian army, about which Napoleon was so concerned, produced an unheard-of result. The French generals lost touch with the Russian army of sixty thousand men, and according to Thiers it was only eventually found, like a lost pin, by the skill--and apparently the genius--of Murat.
  • "Oh ho," the wizard said. "Would you care to make a wager on that? How about this: if you die, I take care of your family. If you live, you work for me -- and I'll take care of your family."
  • David says, "But, in the meantime, I think it's time we took the war to Jack's door. Todd and I have worked up a few tricks of our own," says David. "We'll call you tomorrow when we're ready to strike."
  • "That explains why you have a soul in the kitchen. He didnt have a body to enter. Which is good news because it means you get to live and you didnt resurrect a soul, you merely brought it into our realm. That I can work with."
  • For some reason this made Legon even angrier. They knew they should have told him but they hadnt. Was it because they didnt care about him? He had been of use, taking care of Sasha so they didnt have to, and working in that shopwas he nothing more than labor? No, that wasnt right. His parents loved him and they just wanted him to be happy. What was wrong with that?
  • Now he understood clearly what she was trying to say. He was denying the Time Lord in him and she could no longer bear to see it. That was the reason why she stayed out to work all day and night and why she put all her energy and effort into it.
  • A week later, I was working in Thelliums room and copying a tedious history of the last war between Candel and the Seven Shires. Appropriate, I thought, that I was doing copy work in the same language that Cedric was learning to speak. Thellium was up in the north tower lecturing Cedric and his brother, and I was alone in my room.
  • Evan Chase struggled as first, desperately twisting the knife which was embedded in the midsection of his attacker. His eyes betrayed his fear, the whites glowing hotter than the fire. Thankfully, his screech of pure terror died away, replaced by grunts and moans as he worked with frantic hysteria upon the knife's handle.
  • "I do not want to work for this man." Jamie whined, bursting Robbies bubble. "You know I hate to work in the fields."
  • I get into work early the next morning and wash up in the bathroom. By the time I'm done the other riders are gathered round the sofa.
  • "At the time of Ambassador Stevens' visit, February 17 militia members had stopped accompanying special mission vehicle movements in protest over salary and working hours," the report said.
  • "Wait Brother," Uritus said. "As you know, this book has information leading to artifacts placed here by the gods. In addition to the main artifacts related to each god, there will be more items that will benefit us. I appoint you to be in charge retrieving these items. We will all work together, but you will be the one to physically obtain the items. I cannot be there for each and every discovery, for I am a busy man."
  • Chavez worked in the fields until 1952, when he became an organizer for the Community Service Organization (CSO), a Latino civil rights group. He was hired and trained by Fred Ross as an organizer targeting police brutality. Chavez urged Mexican Americans to register and vote, and he traveled throughout California and made speeches in support of workers' rights. He later became CSO's national director in 1958.
  • The rogue in him was reserved for the way he sexually teased her, sometimes deliberately to exasperate her. She was catching on that he did that, normally to try to make her blush and being rather contrary. She saw nothing of the rakehell really, but rather the verve in him; when he worked hard, laughed with the servants, and shunned most formality with tenants and locals alike.
  • We go back through the car park and follow the sign for 'pick your own' out towards the gardens. The ghost is calm and focussed. He scans the gardens and we see Anna at once. She's working over near the greenhouses. There are a couple of other people around but no one's near her. The ghost watches her for a while and I know he's working on a plan. I've got used to playing dead. Staying under his radar. Panic keeps me locked down.
  • This morning (Friday), I handed a letter I wrote for Prof. Stavros to his secretary announcing my withdrawal from Charles University after finishing up my work for the semester next week. I certainly wasnt going to go into debt to stay here.
  • "But, I did get a lot of help. I used to borrow money from my brother. A good friend of mine used to fix my car just about every week to keep the junk pile working since I couldnt afford a new one. One of his babysitters used to work for free once in a while when I couldnt afford to pay her. I had a lot of help from a lot of people."
  • The assassin spent most of the day on top of a wall on the other side of the street, watching the activity within the house. Through the windows, he mapped the various rooms with his spyglass, finding the main bedroom upstairs with a balcony outside it. At lunchtime, Lady Mordon went into town in a smart carriage, a maid beside her and two footmen riding on the back. The assassin studied the various familiars that accompanied the coach, deciding that the fat grey mare who trotted unburdened behind it was Lady Mordon's familiar, and the small dog belonged to one of the footmen. No others were in evidence, but this was not unusual, for most people who worked as servants had small, inconspicuous familiars. Lady Mordon's mare would pose no problem, since she would sleep in the stables at night.
  • "No, it was Connel. I might say that I find it interesting that you are from Connel. Although I curse the prophesies for not warning us of this, I sense the hands of fate working here."
  • Both works tormented him in his dreams, pulling him from sleep with the realization that his sculptures had revealed an unhappiness in each of his subjects that he had failed to see on their living faces.
  • Brandon Justice was on his way from Portland to New York, and was feeling pretty good by the time he crossed through Pennsylvania and headed into New York. He had worked through the scars of the peanut shakedown, and was looking forward to band together with his sire.
  • After that, the old couple let her weave often. Other simple chores they tried to encourage, however, did not work so well. She simply stared at the needle they gave her to sew the cloth she'd woven into garments. In the end, the old woman folded and sewed the garments for her, and it was the first dress that she would abide without removing.
  • Relief spilled over me. I was working myself into a tizzy for nothing. I took another deep breath, calmed myself down, and answered the rest of his questions. When we were done, Keith opened the door and waved to a uniformed policeman. He told the policeman I needed a ride home. As I was walking out of the building, Rachael was walking in. She gave me a half-wave, but Keith was right there, in the same place he had greeted me, and escorted her inside.
  • Stacey countered, "She was appropriately dressed if she worked the corner of 38th and 9th Avenue. Theres nothing corporate about a beaver shot in the middle of a staff meeting!"
  • Only her parents employed that long version, usually when peeved. Neither her father or boyfriend was happy with her, but Marthe wouldnt let that dissuade her. "Daddy, I am going to work on 5B."
  • "It is okay Daisy" I reassured her, "everything is going to be okay." But it is not okay. Her breathing is changing, it was already becoming dull work.
  • What kind of advise does he hold for a sad, young, beautiful girl: it wont be about her career because he maintains a crappy career; and it wont be grandfatherly advise because he isnt old enough to be her grandfather and Fred the Bus Driver is too creepy to be her grandfather; maybe his advise will be about how not to lose Peter, but Peter is already lost; and who gives a damn.. She thinks her language is starting to sound like a tramps; what with the assholes and shit and piss and damns she utters in her brain. Someday those nasty words will come out of her mouth and spew on the unsuspecting public. She is beginning to hate life. Fred works for Sandras family once in a while. He is always smiling when she is around. And he is always clutching at the front of his workpants and then releasing and clutching again.
  • "That honourable day shall neer be seen," says the Bishop of Carlisle gravely. "Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought for Jesu Christ in glorious field, streaming the ensign of the Christian cross against pagans, Turks, and Saracens; then, toiled with works of war, retired himself to Italyand there at Venice gave his body to that pleasant countrys earth, and his pure soul unto his captain, Christ, under whose colours he had fought so long."
  • Edmund McMillen has confirmed that he is working on a remake of the game slated for release in 2013. He states that the primary purpose of the remake will be to take it out of flash, and use a new engine to help limit the bugs with the game. It will feature completely re-balanced items and enemies, as well as redrawn graphics, possible local co-op support, new items, new enemies, and console supportIt was announced that it will come with 2 Player Local Co-Op and will be called The Binding Of Isaac: Rebirth. Consoles announced are The Playstation 3, Playstation Vita, PC and iOS. McMillen has reached out to Nintendo and Microsoft to get it on their consoles as well.
  • From Natchez, he walked to Fayette. There was little traffic on the dusty road and little work in the fields. Chance passed burnt out remains of plantations, with only a few surviving and those housing Union troops or the new masters of the times. Everywhere else, he was watched with suspicion or indifference, just another unfortunate winding his way home, if he was lucky enough to have a home left.
  • She blew a stream of smoke towards the air and took another sip of champagne. "Getting back to the story. Truman was a hardware store operator with a phony war record and a do-gooder reputation. Before they brought me in, Truman was leading Couter by 10 percent in the polls. I worked my magic, like the story said, and when the votes were counted, Couter was in by point nine percent. So it was a 10.9 percent turnaround in just four weeks."
  • Before the Swami had time to do anything the monster - staying in his crouched position - joined his palms and started to make sounds that sounded like an animals growling. But the Swami recognized the underlying word: AmidaAmidaAmida... His eyes were the only thing that still had a human quality, and there was now in them a sad supplication. The Swami understood, and stood up straight and raised his right hand in blessing. At that moment, he realized that even if his stratagem worked and the monster stood up with him, the Swami was still blocking the Lieutenant's line of fire. No sooner did he realize this than the monster stood up with incredible speed, and in that same motion, drew his sword. The Swami knew that in a split second the sword was going to cut him in half - diagonally through his torso. It was his fault. The Lieutenant had reminded him not block the line of fire. His adventure had ended. He closed his eyes and prepared for the feel of the sword on his left shoulder.
  • My stomach tightened a little when I came into view of the University. This was my way out, sure. But I was back in the world of higher standards. One thing about working among the unwashed of Pine Trail: they didnt expect much of anyone. These people would.
  • "I can go anywhere in Moms house that I want to. Youre the one who has no right to be here. Practicing the devils work under her roof. Did Mom know?" She put her hand on her skinny hip, shifting her weight.
  • In February 2004, Jiri Kylian created a Pas de Deux Il faut qu'une porte... at the Paris Opera where Manuel Legris danced with Aurlie Dupont. During the summer, he made another triumphant tour in Japan with his group, to which he added "special guests" Monique Loudieres and Laurent Hilaire. Finally, in December he took part in the new work of Trisha Brown O zlozony / O composite, along with Aurlie Dupont and Nicolas Le Riche.
  • "If that was your subtle way of hinting we should leaveyou need to work on your subtlety. But to answer your question, of course. I'm many things, but I was raised to be a gentleman." When the bargirl made her way back over to us, Theo handed her a bill and told her to keep the change. I bet he ranked as a favorite among the wait staff wherever he went.
  • In the kitchen, relocate the microwave from above the stove to a countertop or low cabinet, and if youre renovating think about raising the dishwasher height. Also consider adding a work area with a low-height counter so your older self can sit while prepping meals. That counter will be just as popular with grandkids, or the next owner of the home with young kids. "What works for aging in place should work across generations," says Tauke.
  • and a young working man, of about his own age, thrust himself violently forward opposite the constable. "You, damn you, you've killed my wife. My wife's dead, she died this morning, and the baby's dead--and they'd have lived if I'd got the Stone." He made sudden gestures and the policeman, letting go of the old man, stepped back. Oliver saw two or three more helmets moving forward in support, and a voice behind him said sharply, "Now then, now then, what's all this?"
  • After explaining the story to the rest of the family, I sought out Carlisle when he returned home from work. He was reviewing paperwork in the library, and seemed engrossed in his work.
  • They talked about his work for awhile. He mentioned the trouble he was having and she plucked a fanciful solution out of the air and tried to convince him he needed to go in that direction. She always did that. Channeling. Opening her mouth and letting random things fall out that she then interpreted as secret messages from the spirit world. Or something.. Yes dear. He sipped his water. Judy sipped her wine. They fell into silence.
  • Since independence from Portugal in 1975, school construction and teacher-training enrollments have not kept up with population increases. Especially after the Mozambican Civil War (19771992), with post-war enrollments reaching all-time highs due to stability and youth population growth, the quality of education suffered. All Mozambicans are required by law to attend school through the primary level; however, a lot of children in Mozambique do not go to primary school because they have to work for their families' subsistence farms for a living. In 2007, one million children still did not go to school, most of them from poor rural families, and almost half of all teachers in Mozambique were still unqualified. Girlsenrollment increased from 3 million in 2002 to 4.1 million in 2006 while the completion rate increased from 31,000 to 90,000, which testified a very poor completion rate.
  • "He gave me the impression that he now was working independently and behaving as though he is the true emir of AQ-linked groups in the Sahel," said Camille Tawil, a journalist at al Hayat and a leading authority on north African jihadism.
  • "Im replaceable," Nora says. "Besides, you would do the job for much less money. All you foreigners are willing to work for peanuts." She laughs.
  • "I was looking for you, this is just where I ended up. It doesn't always work perfectly." Her dad came to sit beside her as she lounged amongst the flowers growing by the shore. "Zinnias?" He questioned, "you and your mom used to grow them out by the cottage. She said they were the easiest to grow, so you wouldn't have to be disappointed because some would always bloom."
  • Samuel didnt know what to do for the first time in his young life. His skills were off the charts but his social mind was still very raw and was a work in process. Max did little to help his sons mind freeze, as he continued to cut himself up in order to push Samuel to stop internalizing his feelings and simply react to what was in front of him.
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  • It seemed he had been fully briefed on Zelko Corp. "The Fishbowl was kind of from a joke." I smiled. "On a normal dayif there is ever a normal day for meI do autopsies on bodies that are suspected or deemedsupernatural.’ We have some very rich, very bored investors who pay us a lot of money to tell themno, he wasnt a demon, he just had a really bad skin diseaseoryes, he was very hairy, but sorry, he wasnt a werewolf.’ This is the first time Ive been completely baffled. Those"—I almost said angels—"bodies are different. I was actually scared for the first time since I started working at Zelko Corp." I wanted to put my hands over my mouth, shocked that I had just admitted that.
  • Ortega explained that one of the central functions of the Wesos Foundation was research into the relationship between man and dogs through the centuries, the role of dogs in modern society, and mental telepathy in man and animals. There were all kind of theories for the communications in different centuries by dogs that came to be called Oooeelie"Maybe it has to do with tapping into the universal consciousness. If you're a religious fanatic you might believe the Devil is speaking through a dog, wanting man to worship Oooeelie as God. That pitch might have worked in pre-historic times, and indeed there was an Oooeelie Sect in Turkestan for centuries. It died out only about 100 or 150 years ago. In fact, I have the theory that the unfortunate woman who got herself burned along with her Oooeelie by the Inquisition probably had her roots in Turkestan."
  • After the Ancients shut down Dracwyn Mine and transformed it into a prison, the dwarves had wandered Dragonshold for hundreds of years, searching for steady jobs. But there weren't many to be found, so the dwarves got by doing small, menial work like being a dock worker at Davenport, where they were owned by the goblin syndicate.
  • He leaned on the railing and thought about the big empty factory building just east of Route 110 on the south side of the Expressway. The 15-year lease that had been paying off the property suddenly was worthless when the company, a defense subcontractor, went bankrupt. Such was the price of peace. The end of the Cold War. It didn't feel like such a good idea to people out of work and manufacturers who couldn't pay the rent and investors like him who got burned by other people's decisions. He had never felt helpless before, but when that disaster struck at the end of a long string of deals gone bad and when one of his former partners was indicted for paying off a Republican town political leader for a few zonings, he was seized with fear that he too would be caught in the mess.
  • "She's an elf-maiden," Colt explained. "Her people used to live around here centuries ago, before humanity moved into the area. They pulled back to the western end of the continent, and set up a new city there, but left a few of their people behind to watch over their forests. Calespur is Mona's area, so she hangs around here a lot. We work with her from time to time, but mostly she keeps to herself."
  • Brad, of course, had no response for such high praise, so he told his own first meeting story. "I remember the first time I saw you. I was taking the subway into work in those days, and it was just another day until I looked across the car and saw a woman wearing headphones and scribbling on a note pad. I couldnt take my eyes off you the entire 20-minute ride."
  • I had never been able to figure out a way to boot Eli back to his own world. I had other plans for Willow and her immediate relationship future. It certainly didnt help matters that I knew he was using me and my friends as a means to get to her. Still, he made tremendous efforts to include me in his conversations. He had introduced me to every member of the sophomore class student council. He also offered to pay my admission, so I could see him play a ballgame. I had no idea what sport was even in season. There was no way that I could keep up with Elis sportscalendar when I had so many things stuffed into my already overloaded schedulenot to mention my mind, as well. So I diligently worked to ignore him every chance I had, but he had just asked me a direct question. Amazingly, fate would actually be on my side and deliver me.
  • Russs pockets were stuffed with napkins from the Burger Househe had taken a handful to use while working and now he counted them, wondering if they would last until they found some form of civilization. If not, hed have to use his sleeve, which he knew well enough would annoy Liseli. Five napkins. Hed have to limit himself to wiping or blowing his nose only when absolutely necessary. He listened to her walking behind and to the left of him. He knew she must not like the sounds he made, but when he tried to be more quiet it only seemed to make things worse.
  • "On the 4th, the first courier arrives from Petersburg. The mails are taken to the field marshal's room, for he likes to do everything himself. I am called in to help sort the letters and take those meant for us. The field marshal looks on and waits for letters addressed to him. We search, but none are to be found. The field marshal grows impatient and sets to work himself and finds letters from the Emperor to Count T., Prince V., and others. Then he bursts into one of his wild furies and rages at everyone and everything, seizes the letters, opens them, and reads those from the Emperor addressed to others. 'Ah! So that's the way they treat me! No confidence in me! Ah, ordered to keep an eye on me! Very well then! Get along with you!' So he writes the famous order of the day to General Bennigsen:
  • I was sitting at the improvised work table in my room, under the glare of its one floor lamp, a piece of wrought-iron kitsch whose flaking parchment shade directed half the light sideways in my eyes. I removed Mollys invoice from its grubby envelope and spread it for review.
  • "So you would think," replied Anu calmly. "But the Council is working very hard to counter your manipulations of the timelines."
  • Fisher and Johnson worked together on Apple's stores, which are widely admired and generate $6,060 in annual sales per square foot, according to research from RetailSales.
  • ('Don't worry Billy boy, George Dragon acquired Hannah with the full awareness that she is a living work of art that ordinary men like you can only lust after. Adds to his self-esteem,' Harvey said.)
  • George, no doubt, would be attending the show in his usual workshirt and denims. It was a peculiar place for him to have chosen to meet, an exhibition and sale of the works of Michael Sorden, the photographer. Spencer hadn't heard of Michael Sorden before, but then photography had never been a passion. Nor had it been for George, as far as he could remember.
  • And yet, the company, which also does design and engineering work, still has a record backlog of work and has hired about 30 people in the last six months.
  • Pete let his guard down, "I don't want to embarrass these guys. I have to face them every summer. Let's tie it and get out of here. The other guys deserve to play, they work real hard in practice."
  • James, Chris and Kyle had a rare occasion to work together on a project. James and Chris both finished early and had nothing to do with rest of the week. Kyle was finishing a refurbishing of the woodwork in an old Victorian home near the park.
  • Disgusted with his inability to make progress, Chance washed his hands of the whole problem. He had tried everything he could think of, nothing worked thus far. Let someone else struggle with it.
  • "I thank you for your hospitality," Benjin said. "We should leave on the morrow and will not outstay our welcome. I've a brother in the south, and I hope to find work there, for my livelihood left with the fire and flood."
  • When the Coughlins discover Nora's secret, she is banned from their household. Laurence is banned after being caught spending time with her and giving her food. Danny's involvement in the BSC takes him away from his family as well; his father is particularly opposed to Danny's new "radical and Bolshevik-like" views. Nora, Danny, and Luther form a close friendship when each finds that the others are the true friends to count on for dealing with their individual hardships. Nora is on her own just as she was five years ago, the men of the BPD are counting on Danny to lead them to a fair wage and working conditions, and Laurence is trying to escape McKenna's clutches and make it back to his wife and child.
  • Rolling to his left, Kell sighed, Marthe Souza the strangest Catholic hed ever met. Between sleeping around and her visions of Jesus, Kell had never encountered anyone so free yet bound, her liberal views about sex and love tied into some mystical reverence for the Son of God. She believed in a womans right to choose, never said a rosary, but tried to attend mass as often as her schedule allowed. Half the time Marthe received communion on the run, either on her way to work or in the hospital chapel where Kell sometimes found her kneeling, deep in meditation. She rarely prayed at home, only there, in that building, a shrine of sorts to the multitudes now dying every day.
  • "Hullo," he rumbled to the four potential customers before him. Judging by his thick accent and impressive stature, Aiden surmised he must have come from the savage Akoran tribes that lived in the mountains to the south. Quite what he was doing working in a blacksmith's shop in Bracksford was another matter.
  • Based on Bethe's intuition and fundamental papers on the subject by Sin-Itiro Tomonaga, Julian Schwinger, Richard Feynman and Freeman Dyson, it was finally possible to get fully covariant formulations that were finite at any order in a perturbation series of quantum electrodynamics. Sin-Itiro Tomonaga, Julian Schwinger and Richard Feynman were jointly awarded with a Nobel prize in physics in 1965 for their work in this area. Their contributions, and those of Freeman Dyson, were about covariant and gauge invariant formulations of quantum electrodynamics that allow computations of observables at any order of perturbation theory.
  • During this period, Wojty?a wrote a series of articles in Krakw's Catholic newspaper Tygodnik Powszechny ("Universal Weekly") dealing with contemporary church issues. He focused on creating original literary work during his first dozen years as a priest. War, life under Communism, and his pastoral responsibilities all fed his poetry and plays. Wojty?a published his work under two pseudonyms - Andrzej Jawie? and Stanis?aw Andrzej Gruda - to distinguish his literary from his religious writings, (under his own name) and also so that his literary works would be considered on their merits. In 1960, Wojty?a published the influential theological book Love and Responsibility, a defence of traditional Church teachings on marriage from a new philosophical standpoint.
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