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A restaurant where every customer is John Malkovich
Boutros told U.S. District Judge April Perry that while attempting to secure an indictment, prosecutors had dismissed jurors who disagreed with the charges - a form of prosecutorial misconduct known as vouching
Anxiety I'm having a real day of it. There was something I had to do. But what? There are no alternatives, just the one something. I have a drink, it doesn't help—far from it! I feel worse. I can't remember how I felt, so perhaps I feel better. No. Just a little darker. If I could get really dark, richly dark, like being drunk, that's the best that's open as a field. Not the best, but the best except for the impossible pure light, to be as if above a vast prairie, rushing and pausing over the tiny golden heads in deep grass. But still now, familiar laughter low from a dark face, affection human and often even— motivational? The warm walking night wandering amusement of darkness, lips and the light, always in wind. Perhaps that's it: to clean something. A window?
Exact Dans « indécrottable », on retrouve le mot « crotte », qui signifie « excrément ». Cela fait donc référence à une crotte dans laquelle on a marché et que l’on n’arrive pas à enlever de sa chaussure. Autre signification : une personne indécrottable est quelqu’un qui persiste dans ses défauts ou ses erreurs.
From a Survivor The pact that we made was the ordinary pact of men & women in those days I don't know who we thought we were that our personalities could resist the failures of the race Lucky or unlucky, we didn't know the race had failures of that order and that we were going to share them Like everybody else, we thought of ourselves as special Your body is as vivid to me as it ever was: even more since my feeling for it is clearer: I know what it could do and could not do it is no longer the body of a god or anything with power over my life Next year it would have been 20 years and you are wastefully dead who might have made the leap we talked, too late, of making which I live now not as a leap but a succession of brief, amazing movements each one making possible the next [1972]
Yet if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn, up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me, finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man knowledged with responsibility not twig- smear nor Roman coin soup - O what would that be like! Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records Tack Della Francesca all over its crib Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon - Gregory Corso (from “Marriage”)
Foreword 'Lolita, or the Confession of a White Widowed Male,' such were the two titles under which the writer of the present note received the strange pages it preambulates. 'Humbert Humbert, their author, had died in legal captivity, of coronary thrombosis, on November 16, 1952, a few days before his trial was scheduled to start. His lawyer, my good friend and relation, Clarence Choate Clark, Esq., now of the District of Columbia bar, in asking me to edit the manuscript, based his request on a clause in his client's will which empowered my eminent cousin to use his discretion in all matters pertaining to the preparation of 'Lolita' for print. Mr. Clark's decision may have been influenced by the fact that the editor of his choice had just been awarded the Poling Prize for a modest work ('Do the Senses make Sense?') wherein certain morbid states and perversions had been discussed.
The cover of Purity and Danger by Mary Douglas depicting a piece of soap by a drain
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honyed lines do freshly interlace To keep the Reader in so sweet a place, So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
"Whenever democratic states degenerate from those noble republican virtues which constitute the chief excellency, spring, and even basis of their government, and instead of industry, frugality, and economy, encourage luxury, dissipation and extravagance," Joel Barlow, a poet, politician and later United
Nests of golden porridge shattered in the silky-oak trees, cobs and crusts of it, their glory-box; the jacarandas’ open violet immensities mirrored flat on the lawns, weighted by sprinklers; birds, singly and in flocks hopping over the suburb, eating, as birds do, in detail and paying their peppercorns; talk of ‘the good life’ tangles love with will however; if we mention it, there is more to say: - Les Murray, “Equanimity”
Gemini AI overview : “There were no "British" students at Harvard during the War of 1812 because the term "British" would have referred to people from Great Britain, not the colonists in America. At that time, anyone from the American colonies was technically a British subject, so Harvard students were all considered "British" in that sense, though they were colonists in the Americas. During the War of 1812, American…” :
The cover of a copy of Partisan Review from 1962.
Left: The real opening of Charlotte’s Web Right: Some AI sludge beginning “It was a bright sunny morning on the farm”
Left: Copyright, 1952, by E.B. White All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of the book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Right: Copyright © 2025 All rights reserved This is a work of nonfiction. All characters and descriptions of events are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons is entirely coincidental. The information in this book expresses the author's views and opinions and does not necessarily represent the views of any organization. First published January 2025
Left: The real ToC for Charlotte’s web; example: XVIII. The Cool of the Evening Right: The AI Table of contents; example: Chapter 8: The True Meaning of Friendship
Left: The cover of EB White’s Charlotte’s Web Right: The cover of something purporting to be “Charlotte’s Web by Ella Blue”
cover of the 1st ed. of ‘Arsène Lupin: Gentleman Cambrioleur by Maurice Leblanc
When my third daughter was an infant, I could place her against my shoulder and she would stick there like velvet. Only her eyes jumped from place to place. In a breeze, her bright-red hair might stir, but she would not. Even then, there was profundity in her repose. When my fourth daughter was an infant, I wondered if her veins were full of ants. Placing her against a shoulder was a risk both to her and to the shoulder. Impulsively, constantly, everything about her moved. Her head seemed about to revolve as it followed the bestirring world. These memories became very much alive some months ago when-one after another—I had bear cubs under my vest. - John McPhee, “Under the Snow”
When my third daughter was an infant, I could place her against my shoulder and she would stick there like velvet. Only her eyes jumped from place to place. In a breeze, her bright-red hair might stir, but she would not. Even then, there was profundity in her repose. When my fourth daughter was an infant, I wondered if her veins were full of ants. Placing her against a shoulder was a risk both to her and to the shoulder. Impulsively, con-stantly, everything about her moved. Her head seemed about to revolve as it followed the bestirring world. These memories became very much alive some months ago when—one after another—I had bear cubs under my vest. From “Under the Snow”
A quotation from the Boy of Winander Episode: And, when there came a pause Of silence such as baffled his best skill: Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain-torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
A quotation from The Intimations Ode: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
Text in a Google AI summary box reading: The quote "In which the a little while" refers to the title of a short poem by George Eliot called "The Little While". The poem explores themes of fleeting time and the importance of making the most of it. George Eliot, the author of 'The Little While," was a prominent Victorian writer known for her novels, particularly "Middlemarch". She chose to write under a pen name because she believed women writers were not taken seriously.
“A Trucker” by Thom Gunn
The Englishman, in his bluff, hearty way, is content that under such circumstances the post-office should violate his seals, peruse his correspondence, extract his signature and address from the surrounding verbiage, supply a fresh envelope and return the whole to him under the blushing pseudonym of 'Hubbykins' or 'Dogsbody' for the entertainment of his local postman. But the Frenchman, being decorous, not to say secretive, by nature, thinks it better to preserve his privacy by providing, on the exterior of the missive, all the necessary details for the proper functioning of this transaction.