When I held him close, I could feel that he wasn’t breathing right and I heard a rattling sound when he breathed. He felt like he was trying really hard to breathe. I recognized this kind of breathing immediately because it happened to Zachary when I was pregnant with Peter. __ When...
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go,--- My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. 我的爱人没有阳光一...
The fat creaking body leaned across the gate, and the big jelly of a face smiled. “Dod’t you worry, Brs. Burnell. Loddie and Kezia can have tea with by chudren in the dursery, and I’ll see theb on the dray afterwards.” 塞缪尔·约瑟夫斯夫人肥胖而吱嘎作响的身体倚在大门上,果冻...
28 Then the nations will know that I the Lord make Israel holy, when my sanctuary is among them forever.’” Footnotes Ezekiel 37:5 The Hebrew for this word can also mean wind or spirit (see verses 6-14). Ezekiel 37:23 Many Hebrew manuscripts (see also Septuagint); most Hebrew manuscr...
“It can’t be….” And when he had to accept that it _was_ Hamlet, he rapped out an oath, which fortunately his companion did not hear, because she was a foreigner, though it was heard perfectly in the next box: for he was at once indignantly bidden to be silent. He withdrew ...
Stic.man: So, I was sitting. In the studio on my ASR-10, and I was being sarcastic, and I thought back in Florida like the rattling “15s in the Trunk,” (inaudible), you can’t - that’s all you hear, right? Lee: Barely hear it. You barely hear it, yeah. ...
I get a thing I call sentence-fever that must be like buck-fever—it's a sort of intense literary self-consciousness that comes when I try to force myself. But the really awful days aren't when I think I can't write. They're when I wonder whether any writing is worth while a...
Mr. Shimerda went with him. We sat and watched the long bowed back under the blue sheet, scarcely daring to breathe. On the way home, when we were lying in the straw, under the jolting and rattling Antonia told me as much of the story as she could. What she did not tell me then...
“Foster?” Wyatt was moving his way, frowning, “Did you hear what I said? Can you go in there and see what the snake looks like?” A shiver ran down his spine, and he felt the blood drain out of his face as his mouth opened and closed several times when he tried to respond....
I can’t breathe. The sensation of falling takes my breath away. The rocky cliffs dive to a snaking river below. Terminal velocity forces air from my lungs. I can’t breathe. I CAN’T BREATHE. Sometimes, in this dream, I fly. Air returns to my lungs like a drink of cool water on...