For their bodies being overspread and infected with the itch and leprosy, they brought them together into one place by way of expiation, and as profane and wicked wretches expelled them from their coasts. Those too that were thus expelled seated themselves about Jerusalem, and being afterwards ...
In Scottish belief, a spaewife was a valued member of the community, much like the charmers, both being quite distinct from a witch – the latter was perceived elsewhere as a malefic practitioner of magic. Spaewives were consulted for healing and to foretell or divine the future; sometimes ...
"You may have read by now the official lie about this treatment, which is that it 'simulates' the feeling of drowning. This is not the case. You feel that you are drowning because you are drowning—or, rather, being drowned, albeit slowly and under controlled conditions and at the mercy...
This story is certainly wrong from a scientific point of view. No fly could have survived being drowned in Madeira wine for months or years and then buzz off to a second life in “Old England”. My guess would be, that the bottle had been opened a couple of hours before , maybe even...
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,” said Muhammad Ali, one of the greatest boxers the world’s ever seen, though also someone who, like most humans, dealt with his fair share of inner demons. The film follows Ali on his quest to fi...
Dying is surprisingly boring. This is like a vacation for me. I feel that everything should fall into this ‘I’m dying’ mode and it isn’t and it doesn’t. How mundane my own death is. It’s hard to think of a more serious topic than dying of cancer. I am using a ...
where a bus would take me back into the city to my ___.Sitting there waiting,I felt ___ that someone had been willing to help.___,hearing a horn(喇叭)nearby,I looked up to see a car with my new friend ___ at me to get in.She had returned to offer me a ___ to the hosp...
It felt like being stabbed in the shoulder. It felt like someone was trying to tear my arm off. We stayed there like that for a long time, him punching, punching, punching into my back. In my struggle, I had flipped up the corner of the fabric at the bottom of the couch and I ...
I can turn rivers into deserts covered with dying fish.3 I dress the skies in darkness, covering them with clothes of mourning.” The Lord’s Obedient Servant 4 The Sovereign Lord has given me his words of wisdom, so that I know how to comfort the weary.Morning by morning he wakens me...
John was dying. I thought about so many things as I drove, but the one thought I couldn’t put down occurred the previous summer when I was there: when John wanted to take me to a hamburger joint for lunch, just him and me. But I was too busy. I had overcommitted myself with ...