amaze-v.700138
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Even at the time of his death, several of them who should have known better, such as Coleridge or Wordsworth, spoke of him with scorn or hatred of fear. 
All would have been <head>amazed//VBD</head> at the modern critical judgement which seems to advance his fame afresh, from decade to decade, in so many fields: still the foremost of dramatic critics; still among the best of English art critics (according to Kenneth Clark); the first critic who treated the novel as an art; the serious literary critic, quite able to hold his place between Johnson and Arnold; 
the Shakespearean critic, a match for Coleridge; the essayist who could rival Charles Lamb or his own beloved master, Montaigne; the political polemicist, pupil of Junius and teacher of a whole tribe who would plagiarise or imitate him &dash. the Macaulays, the Bagehots, and several more. 
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amaze-v.700156
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I'm {vocal sound="um"} &ellip 
I've been working in low cost housing, housing charities, for a very long time, with Shelter and various other charities like that, and I never cease to be <head>amazed//VBD</head> that the Conservative Group, here or nationally, are hostile to subsidies for council housing, because the subsidy which goes to owner-occupiers, through mortgage tax relief, is very much greater than the subsidy that goes to council housing 
and there's nothing we as a Council can do about this, but I do hope that in due course we will get a fair system of subsidising houses for everybody, so that wealthy people on high incomes who are getting a big subsidy on their housing through their tax relief, {vocal sound="um"} are not getting more than people on low incomes living in council houses. 
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amaze-v.700176
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Even at the time of his death, several of them who should have known better, such as Coleridge or Wordsworth, spoke of him with scorn or hatred of fear. 
All would have been amazed at the modern critical judgement which seems to advance his fame afresh, from decade to decade, in so many fields: still the foremost of dramatic critics; still among the best of English art critics (according to Kenneth Clark); the first critic who treated the novel as an art; the serious literary critic, quite able to hold his place between Johnson and Arnold; 
the Shakespearean critic, a match for Coleridge; the essayist who could rival Charles Lamb or his own beloved master, Montaigne; the political polemicist, pupil of Junius and teacher of a whole tribe who would plagiarise or imitate him &dash. the Macaulays, the Bagehots, and several more. 
No one would be more <head>amazed//VBD</head> than Hazlitt himself at these developments, even though he would pride himself, at every personal crisis, on how determined he was `to look abroad into universality", to see, in its full, exhilarating perspective, the scale of what he called `the apocalyptical chapter in the history of human nature", unfolding all around him. 
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band-p.700287
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`Looking back, it would appear obvious that the situation of the men and women who rushed out that morning to defend themselves and their towns against the army attack was quite hopeless. 
`It did not occur however to the sleepy and mostly unarmed men who rushed the Montana barracks in Madrid against all the rifles and machine guns of the biggest garrison in Spain, that by all the laws of war they could never take those barracks 
`They took them, and when they got inside they saw a line of twenty or thirty officers with big automatic pistols, lined up behind a parapet, green and shaking not with fear only, but with astonishment, at the huge heroism of the people who had thrown themselves against the machine-gun emplacements and the riflemen, and broken their way in against odds which were intended to be, and ought to have been, overwhelming. 
`The half-dozen men who held the inside of the telephone building at Barcelona, the three who held the radio station against a whole troop of Fascist officers, that white-haired Communist woman, Caridad Mercadet, who led a little <head>band</head> of men and women with rifles, sporing guns and two airguns against the Army Command building at the bottom of the Rambla, did not, it seems, grasp that such things are impossible.   
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behaviour-n.700043
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Each user should normally bear the costs of the information services provided  Costs charged to users should generally be based on long-term marginal costs &dash. that is, they should exclude costs that will not change significantly over any plausible range of activity, such as the cost of the core management team for the data center  
A small portion of the total central MIS budget &dash. in the range of perhaps 5 to 10% &dash. should be made available for innovative and possibly risky projects that no user department is willing to fund completely on its own  
Revenue received from users by the data center should become discretionary `revolving" funds available to support the operation without further budgetary approva  Costs not controlled through user charges &dash. that is, the fixed cost component of the data center budget plus centrally-funded exploratory projects &dash. should be controlled directly at the corporate level  
Standard rates, rather than `actual" (retrospective) costs, should be used as the basis for charging users; these rates should be based on expected volumes and an acceptable level of efficiency over the forthcoming accounting period (a year, say)  
Any variance at the end of the accounting period should normally be absorbed at the data center level, with due management attention paid to the source of  the variance  Variances stemming from multiperiod effects (e.g., start-up of a new computer having excess initial capacity) can be carried over to the following period in setting the new rates  
Users should be charged for any resource dedicated to their specific use (such as a disk drive devoted solely to a nonshared database); multiyear contracts with users of such resources often make particularly good sense  
Unbundle charges &dash. providing a separate `a la carte" price for each individual resource &dash. so that users pay for the services they actually consume rather than on the basis of an average mix of resources  
Use price differentials to motivate desirable user <head>behavior//NN</head> (such as discounting nighttime prices to shift work to a time when idle capacity is available)  
Employ output-related charges when a reasonably standard measure of output exists (e.g., number of credit accounts maintained or invoices issued) rather than input-related charges (e.g., CPU seconds, input/output volume)  
Charge fixed prices for services that have a relatively small (or predictable) demand for resources, such as a fixed monthly price for dedicated workstation and electronic mail services  
Use a fixed-price contract for each stage of a software development project, possibly with a fixed upper limit on the project as a whole  For large development   
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behaviour-n.700121
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Well, perhaps I can say &ellip. pick up on a couple of points in the discussion. 
First of all it's true that the term sexual harassment is used to cover an extraordinarily wide range of forms of behaviour, from behaviour that makes people mildly uncomfortable, to quite violent forms of aggression, and this can be a problem and confuse discussion. 
Two people who think they are disagreeing may, in fact, be talking about different things and wouldn't disagree if they were talking about the same thing, but it's important to recognise that when the university and colleges talk about what they want to do about sexual harassment, 
they certainly imagine that a range of different forms of response are going to be appropriate to this range of different forms of <head>behaviour//NN</head>, ranging from on the one hand education, encouraging people to think they have a right to protest and answer back, 
to giving them access to {vocal sound="um"} people who may mediate and persuade another person who they're not making an impact on that their behaviour is unreasonable, to the most extreme disciplinary procedures against someone who's behaving in a way which is generally thought to be unacceptable and who's not prepared to desist.   
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behaviour-n.700266
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, but what techniques would you leave with people? 
I think in terms of &ellip. techniques is &ellip. is &ellip. is a level of awareness {vocal sound="laugh"} really, to be able to respond to children {vocal sound="um"} with their curiosity and with their {vocal sound="um"} expressions of anxiety {vocal sound="um"} in a way that makes it all right for them to be feeling the way they are, 
and I don't think it's simple as just saying a technique, I think it's &ellip. what we can offer as adults comes from an inner awareness that we have as adults, that we can convey to our children, because it's not just the techniques, or the <head>behaviour//NN</head>, or the words that we use, but it's those feelings behind the words.   
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bet-v.700021
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As I have said, if you invest a pound, then on sheer rational expectations you should expect on average to get back thirty pence. 
If you invested a pound on a horse, then the amount of money you'd expect to get back would depend on the odds that that horse was offered at, but if you confined yourself to horses that had a reasonable chance of winning, 
say, the sort of horses that tend to be offered at odds of, say, six or seven to one or better, then your average rate of return might be nearer ninety per cent than thirty per cent, so putting it one way <head>betting//VBG</head> a pound a week on the horses is a slower way of losing your money than betting a pound a week on football pools, but football pools gives you a much greater chance of winning an absolutely astonishing sum of money.   
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bitter-p.700313
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Oh yes, and he had named his boat after a saint. 
He did not say if she had crossed his mind in the intervening years but she must have, an image now and then, a thread of vexation about the <head>bitter</head> bilious letter she had sent to his home and was read, oh yes, read, and the nicer moment too, at a house party, at dusk in a grand house, all the ladies weighted with jewels, and catching sight of someone just like her with a flower in her hair, a bit of bougainvillea picked off a tree; 
or being alone in a strange city and looking out onto a harbour with its necklace of lights, lights glinting &dash. so many eyes stuck into the mountain of night &dash. and wishing she would appear by his side.  
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bother-v.700128
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(Far be it from me to clutter these pages with extraneous material or uncharitable interpolations, but I feel justified in indicating here that this particular person is the lank-haired lout with smelly feet and an irritating sniff, sniff who is responsible for forging the ridiculous love letters supposedly written by me to a syphilitic television actress and now circulating around London for the sniggery enjoyment of all those highly promiscuous parasites who pad their way along the rubbery corridors of the electronic entertainment whorehouses.) 
Even so, I would not have <head>bothered//VBD</head> to make this list of similarities and differences if the first part of what had been intended as a literary experiment of some interest to others besides myself had not already been delivered to my agent after innumerable and seemingly very urgent requests `to see at least something on paper", 
and if I had not through my own alert intelligence discovered on this very day that my agent &dash. who was the one friend of long standing 
whom I thought in my foolishness that I could trust absolutely &dash. is in fact a leading member of the envy-ridden and sex-obsessed faction which has somehow or other contrived to organize itself into a conspiracy that, alas, is attempting to oppress, degrade and humiliate me to the point where I will no longer be able to function as a talented and highly original writer, perhaps the most gifted of my generation. 
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bother-v.700130
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We were taught the Golden Rule in first and second grades, but it was only after I had begun reviewing TV commercials for a new arts magazine and was flying back from a stormy punctuational session with a copy editor there &dash. a time when I thought I had lost all sensitivity to the physical interiors of airplanes 
and wanted, instead of thinking about the design of air nozzles, to continue reading Pattison's life of Isaac Casaubon &dash. that I noticed and was first bothered by a rough stowage of the tray table behind me (by an adult!), and even then I initially thought not with irritation 
but with surprise and interest that my absorption in a piece of learned intellectual biography could be interrupted simply by some dufe closing a latch at my back, and I went on to wonder whether in twenty years, when Boeing was begging for loan guarantees and sleek airships by Daewoo and Honda with perfect safety records were taxied on every runway, the humble latches on the tray table would be one of the first things in the new non-U.
S. planes to announce their instant superiority, despite the fact that once our tray tables had exemplified the state-of-the-art Murphy-bed modernism of a design sense energized by the war; and I felt pity  and shame for American plane engineers who had failed to see that thirty years of improvements in the on/off switch, the suitcase closure, the cassette ejection system, the umbrella lock, the calculator button &dash. 
refinements almost entirely of Asian origin, without which we would still be lost in a stamped-steel twilight of toggle switches, too powerful springs, and rough metal-to-metal frictive contact &dash. that all these parallel novelties were demanding that we dig deeper and find some subtler sort of click or even a clickless but convincing thumplet, like the final leg of the closing of a mason jar, that would remain undetectable even by a sleeping princess in the seat ahead. 
And later in that same plane ride, instead of feeling hate for this man behind me who in his late forties had not yet learned to stow his tray table without interrupting the reading of a fellow passenger, this man who was too coarse apparently ever to have been <head>bothered//VBD</head> by a rough stowage behind him, though he looked to have logged tens of thousands of flight miles a year, I simply used extreme care in closing my own table after dinner: 
I painstakingly clutched the top of the seat ahead of me and, thus stably based, used that thumb to squeeze the table under the fastener before I allowed it to slide into place, imagining as I did so that I was closing the coffin on the U. 
S. tradition of industrial design.  
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bother-v.700184
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And yet he felt nothing for his house except as the place where he lived, was not fond of or proud of his own personal library, just liked sitting reading and looking things up in it. 
He felt quite sure it was the same as how Clare felt about the garden &dash. she put time and work into it, did more than wage a purely defensive battle with it but thought and bought and acted ahead, so that it was one of the two or three best kept in the little row (and he quite liked sitting in it), 
and yet the other evening he had seen from the way she paused on her fork over some dead leaves and looked round that if they should ever pack up and go and live somewhere else she would not even <head>bother//VB</head> to take a farewell look at it.   
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bury-v.700131
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My mother cooked the bacon in the morning (it owed its seer-sucker shrivelment, I thought, to the fact that the meaty striations contracted less than the fatty part, or vice versa: the pinpricks of exploding fat on my forearms and face were part of the brave scientific pleasure of studying the way it changed shape), and she laid it out to cool on paper towels; 
my sister and I had already eaten our share, but four strips remained on the paper towel for my father long after the grease from the pan was poured into a reused medium-size peanut butter jar on the stove &dash. a peanut butter jar that had been run through the dishwasher enough times that the glue under its label had softened: 
if you unclamped the dishwasher's lid at the right moment (this was a red-hosed top-loading portable whose hermetic clamped seal was almost as perfect as the one on a brand-new jar of Skippy) and, in a cloud of lovely garbagey-smelling steam, removed the freshly dishwashed jar, you could sometimes slip the now paler and mushier label untorn off the glass like one of the water-mobilized decals that came with the plastic models of fighter planes. 
In this clean and label-less peanut butter jar my mother recorded the history of each week in grease: unequal strata, some cloudy, some clear, some yellowish, some with a black crumb of hamburger or a tiny miscellaneous chicken bone suspended in them, some with little sketchy depressions left by a shameless mouse whose even bolder descendants years later used to spend whole nights of debauch in the by this time built-in and front-loading dishwasher, climbing around those rubberized jungle gyms when we forgot to shut the door on the dirty dishes. 
It was obvious to me when I described them to Patty that these sandwiches were called graveyards because the strips of bacon suggested bodies <head>buried//VBD</head> in the Nilotic ooze of the peanut butter; but at the time I never speculated on the logic of their name, which, thanks to my father's ability to convey his enthusiasm about everything he ate or did or thought about, I learned early enough for it to seem as perfectly suited to its referent as broom or road or envelope; 
the exciting thing for me about calling it a graveyard was simply that it was one of the very few sandwiches that wasn't sterilely identified by its principal middle ingredient &dash. the Reuben, the croque-monsieur, and the club sandwich being some other examples of an elect order that borrowed its glamour from the bigger-than-life bar carnage of Bloody Marys and Hurricanes. 
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calculate-v.700015
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Wherever you are buying property, you should check for yourself that certain basics have been covered by the solicitor. 
You should check to see: whether the property is registered who the real owner is what taxes, duties, mortgage fees and other charges are due whether the property has been constructed with planning permission and in accordance with local building regulations whether the water, gas electricity and central heating installations, as well as the sewage arrangements, are adequate what annual charges may be made on the property 
whether there are any rights of way over the property exactly where the boundaries of the property are and whether you would have any obligations regarding these that everything that was agreed verbally has been included in the contract for the sale of the property in the case of a flat, what maintenance charges, if any, you might be liable for and how these are <head>calculated//VBD</head>.   
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calculate-v.700150
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Friendliness is in the eye of the beholder, to be sure, but the following features are common in languages regarded as friendly: 
Inclusion of high-level built-in functions &dash. language primitives &dash. designed to aid in performing tasks found frequently in the problem context for which the language is targeted, such as the calculation of net present value and days between calendar dates in a language designed for financial analysis  
An easy to remember and familiar terminology, such as `NPV" to designate the function that <head>calculates//VBZ</head> net present value  
A familiar language syntax , such as the use of common algebraic notation in a language designed for scientific and engineering applications  
Familiar user interface, as in a spreadsheet language that displays information in a tabular format common in many business contexts  
Provision for easily linking the output of one part of a computation with other related parts, either by incorporating all parts within a single integrated package (e.g., spreadsheet calculations, data management, graphics, and text processing) or by employing a standard interface to facilitate the exchange of information among separate, more specialized languages  
A consistent and intuitive language that presents few `surprises," allowing the user generally to predict what the language will do in a given situation, guided by a general understanding of its logic and syntax rather than a recollection of its detailed features  Intelligent default decisions on the part of the system so that 
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consume-v.700002
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Each user should normally bear the costs of the information services provided  Costs charged to users should generally be based on long-term marginal costs &dash. that is, they should exclude costs that will not change significantly over any plausible range of activity, such as the cost of the core management team for the data center  
A small portion of the total central MIS budget &dash. in the range of perhaps 5 to 10% &dash. should be made available for innovative and possibly risky projects that no user department is willing to fund completely on its own  
Revenue received from users by the data center should become discretionary `revolving" funds available to support the operation without further budgetary approva  
Costs not controlled through user charges &dash. that is, the fixed cost component of the data center budget plus centrally-funded exploratory projects &dash. should be controlled directly at the corporate level  
Standard rates, rather than `actual" (retrospective) costs, should be used as the basis for charging users; these rates should be based on expected volumes and an acceptable level of efficiency over the forthcoming accounting period (a year, say)  
Any variance at the end of the accounting period should normally be absorbed at the data center level, with due management attention paid to the source of  the variance  
Variances stemming from multiperiod effects (e.g., start-up of a new computer having excess initial capacity) can be carried over to the following period in setting the new rates  
Users should be charged for any resource dedicated to their specific use (such as a disk drive devoted solely to a nonshared database); multiyear contracts with users of such resources often make particularly good sense  
Unbundle charges &dash. providing a separate `a la carte" price for each individual resource &dash. so that users pay for the services they actually <head>consume//VB</head> rather than on the basis of an average mix of resources  
Use price differentials to motivate desirable user behavior (such as discounting nighttime prices to shift work to a time when idle capacity is available)  
Employ output-related charges when a reasonably standard measure of output exists (e.g., number of credit accounts maintained or invoices issued) rather than input-related charges (e.g., CPU seconds, input/output volume)  
Charge fixed prices for services that have a relatively small (or predictable) demand for resources, such as a fixed monthly price for dedicated workstation and electronic mail services  
Use a fixed-price contract for each stage of a software development project, possibly with a fixed upper limit on the project as a whole  For large development   
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derive-v.700074
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MGJ. 
Jefferson's `original Rough draught" of the Declaration of Independence, for July 4, 1776: When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for a people to advance from that subordination in which they have hitherto remained, &and. to assume among the powers of the earth the equal and independant station to which the laws of nature &and. of nature's god entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the change. 
We hold these truths to be sacred &and. undeniable; that all men are created equal &and. independant, that from that equal creation they <head>derive//VB</head> rights inherent &and. inalienable, among which are the preservation of life &and. liberty, &and. the pursuit of happiness; 
that to secure these ends, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that whenever any form of government shall become detructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, &and. to institute new governments, laying it's foundation on such principles &and. organising it's powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety &and. happiness &ellip   
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disability-n.700137
<context>
`I believe Tony used to believe that, in the days before he became &ellip. different." 
The conference approved the Economic Equality policy review which proposes: Ending tax on childcare; Introducing a minimum wage starting at half of average male earnings ( #2.80 an hour), rising to two-thirds the average; Income tax levels of no higher than 50 per cent at the top, down to less than 20 per cent at the bottom; 
`A significant and generous increase in child benefit over the lifetime of the Parliament"; To tax gifts and inheritance at the point of receipt; To crack down on tax loopholes; Raise pensions immediately by #5 for single people and #8 for couples; To introduce a new <head>disability//NN</head> benefit; To simplify income support rules; To keep mortgage interest tax relief `at a single rate equivalent to the basic rate relief which we inherit".  
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excess-n.700089
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The Publisher will pay the Proprietor the sum of Can $55,000 (fifty five thousand Canadian dollars) for the outright purchase of the master video tape as specified in Schedule II. 
The Publisher will pay the Proprietor the following royalties on sales of the Work  Video Cassettes (Classroom Version) &dash. 6% (six per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on the first 500 copies of each cassette sold (irrespective for format or standard) &dash. 8% (eight per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies between 501 and 1,000 copies sold &dash. 
10% (ten per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies between 1,001 and 2,000 copies sold  &dash. 12% (twelve per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies between 2,001 and 10,000 copies sold  &dash. 14% (fourteen per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies sold in <head>excess//NN</head> of 10,000 copies   Student's Activity Books (Classroom Version) &dash. 12% (twelve per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on the first 20,000 copies sold  &dash. 
15% (fifteen per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies between 20,001 and 50,000 copies sold  &dash. 16% (sixteen per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies sold in excess of 50,000 copies   Teacher's Video Guide &dash. 10% (ten per cent) of the Publisher's net receipts on all copies sold  Self Study Version &dash. 4% (four per cent) of the 
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generous-a.700150
<context>
`I believe Tony used to believe that, in the days before he became &ellip. different." 
The conference approved the Economic Equality policy review which proposes: Ending tax on childcare; Introducing a minimum wage starting at half of average male earnings ( #2.80 an hour), rising to two-thirds the average; Income tax levels of no higher than 50 per cent at the top, down to less than 20 per cent at the bottom; `A significant and <head>generous//JJ</head> increase in child benefit over the lifetime of the Parliament"; To tax gifts and inheritance at the point of receipt; 
To crack down on tax loopholes; Raise pensions immediately by #5 for single people and #8 for couples; To introduce a new disability benefit; To simplify income support rules; To keep mortgage interest tax relief `at a single rate equivalent to the basic rate relief which we inherit".  
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invade-v.700001
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I was {vocal sound="um"} out of the country. 
I was in the United States when the invasion of Iraq &ellip. the invasion of Iraq into Iran, and I saw the whole situation with the aid of {vocal sound="um"} the United States mass media, so actually {vocal sound="um"} I had different ideas about {vocal sound="um"} what is the outcome and what is the results of the {vocal sound="um"} invasion was, and I took {vocal sound="um"} throughout the conflict I took an opposing view, because I always viewed the Iraquis as being aggressor 
and they inflicted damaged to a neighbouring country and {vocal sound="um"} they had {vocal sound="um"} no whatsoever rights to do anything like that and we see it again when {vocal sound="um"} they <head>invaded//VBD</head> Kuwait, they have no right at all {vocal sound="um"} they &ellip. it is just the policy of the governing body of the Iraqui regime.   
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invade-v.700006
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The Duke of Kent, as Patron of the British Computer Society, attends the 1989 Awards. 
The Duke and The Duchess of Kent, as Joint Patrons, attend the Opening Concert of the Hungarian Festival at the Barbican Centre, London EC2. 
On this day: the English army, led by King Henry V, defeated the French at the Battle of Agincourt, 1415; Bradshaw's Railway Guide was first published, 1839; the Charge of the Light Brigade took place, Balaclava 1854; Great Britain annexed the Transvaal, 1900; Terence McSwiney, Sinn Fein Lord Mayor of Cork, died after 73 days' hunger strike, Brixton Prison 1920;
the British Foreign Office published the Zinoviev Letter, 1924; the first London production of the musical show Follow the Girls was presented, 1945; Private Eye was first published, 1961; Taiwan was expelled, and the People's Republic of China was admitted to the United Nations, 1971; US Marines and Rangers <head>invaded//VBD</head> Grenada, 1983.   
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invade-v.700072
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8 January Eduard Shevardnadze says the Soviet Union will start to destroy its chemical-weapon stockpiles 15 January Prague police attack pro-democracy demonstrators 17 January 35 nations of East and West sign accord on security and co-operation in Europe 19 January Mikhail Gorbachev announces defence cuts 20 January Moscow says it will cut nuclear arms in East Europe 20 January George Bush sworn in as US president and speaks of `new breeze blowing"  
29 January Hungary describes 1956 events as `popular uprising"  3 February Paraguayan army topples Alfredo Stroessner 6 February Polish government opens talks with Solidarity 15 February Last Soviet soldier leaves Afghanistan 22 February Czechs jail Vaclav Havel for nine months 28 March Soviet old guard routed in elections for Congress of People's Deputies 14 April Georgia's leadership resigns following shooting of 19 demonstrators in Tbilisi 
17 April Polish court lifts ban on Solidarity 20 April Police break up student sit-in in Peking 24 April Chinese protesters attack police 25 April Gorbachev purges Andrei Gromyko and 109 hardliners from the Central Committee 27 April More than 150,000 demonstrate in Tiananmen Square 19 May Peking protesters turn back troops 
22 May China's leadership paralysed; protesters control Peking 23 May Chinese reduce army presence on streets of Peking 25 May Revamped Congress of People's Deputies opens in Moscow 26 May Chinese government purges moderates 30 May 
Students in Peking erect statue of Democracy and Freedom in front of the Monument to Revolutionary Heroes 1 June Bush challenges Moscow to pull down Berlin Wall 2 June Troops move against Peking protesters; hundreds of thousands of demonstrators mass to stop soldiers' advance 3 June Ayatollah Khomeini dies 4 June The rape of Peking: 
Chinese army crushes student protest, killing hundreds, perhaps thousands 4 June Solidarity wins free elections in Poland 15 June Gorbachev offers hope of toppling Berlin Wall 17 June Imre Nagy disinterred and given hero's funeral in Budapest 21 August Czechoslovak demonstration to mark 21 years since crushing of the Prague Spring 
23 August Two million people form a chain across Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania to protest at Soviet annexation 50 years ago 24 August Poland elects a Solidarity prime minister, Tadeusz Mazowiecki 10 September Hungary opens border with Austria and allows 6,000 East Germans to leave for the West 14 September Namibians welcome Sam Nujoma home 
19 September Hungarians set date for free elections 1 October East Germany lets 7,000 go West 3 October East Germany closes border as 6,000 more leave 9 October Demonstrators fill streets of Leipzig 15 October South Africa releases Walter Sisulu and seven other political prisoners 
18 October Erich Honecker resigns; replaced by Egon Krenz 19 October Britain and Argentina formally end hostilities 26 October Gorbachev endorses the `Sinatra doctrine", letting countries of East Europe do it their way 26 October Eco-Glasnost demonstration crushed in Sofia 9 November Berlin Wall falls 10 November Bulgaria's leader, Todor Zhivkov, toppled 
14 November Swapo wins Namibian election 17 November Prague police beat up protesters in biggest demonstration for 20 years 19 November Chancellor Helmut Kohl visits East Germany and speaks of unification 21 November Czech Prime Minister Ladislav Adamec holds first meeting with opposition 23 November Alexander Dubcek makes first public address in 20 years 
24 November Czechoslovak party leadership quits 28 November Prague announces end of party's leading role 1 December Gorbachev meets the Pope at the Vatican 3 December Bush and Gorbachev meet and declare Cold War over 4 December Moscow condemns 1968 invasion of Czechoslovakia 5 December Honecker put under house arrest 6 December Krenz resigns 7 December Adamec resigns 10 December Non-Communist Czechoslovak government sworn in 
11 December Bulgaria calls free elections for June 14 December Nelson Mandela and President F W de Klerk hold first talks 14 December Chileans elect Patricio Aylwin president, ending 16 years of dictatorship 17 December Demonstration in Timisoara crushed; thousands killed 17 December Brazilians elect first president for 29 years, Fernando Collor de Mello 20 December US <head>invades//VBZ</head> Panama; Manuel Noriega flees 22 December Nicolae Ceausescu toppled   
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invade-v.700127
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Mr Oscar Henry Colburn, and Mr John Nigel Courtenay James, to be re-appointed. 
On this day: Saladin entered Jerusalem, 1187; the Duke of York captured Alkmaar in the Netherlands, 1799; Rome became the capital city of Italy, 1870; 
Brigham Young, Mormon leader, was arrested for bigamy, 1871; the first Royal Naval submarine was launched at Barrow, 1901; the first rugby football match was played at Twickenham, 1909; Italy <head>invaded//VBD</head> Ethiopia, 1935; the liner Empress of Britain, bound for Canada with refugees, was sunk, 1940; the British Council received a Royal Charter, 1940; 
338 people died when the Queen Mary liner collided with the British cruiser Curacao, which sank off the coast of Donegal, 1942; a new island, with a volcano at the centre, appeared off Fayal Island, Azores 1957; Guinea became an independent republic, 1958; the first London performance of the musical show Promises, Promises was presented, 1968.   
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invade-v.700212
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Soon, however, he was Andrew Mellon Visiting Professor at Pittsburgh on three occasions, where he fell in love with American academia &dash. an affection that was quickly reciprocated &dash. and he finally accepted a permanent professorship at the University of Texas from 1969 to 1978. 
Although his non-academic interests in opera and horticulture were not incompatible with his admiration for the Golden Age contemplative life, Parker could quite unexpectedly be an Alexander when occasion demanded: 
such as during the early months of the Spanish Civil War, when he organised the liberation of the Spanish lawyer and poet Jose Antonio Munoz Rojas and of others held captive in the Republican zone at Malaga and escorted them to a waiting British destroyer; 
or when he astonished his former colleague Mrs Rita Hamilton, who was on a visit to his country house outside Austin, by going out at dusk to shoot the rattlesnakes <head>invading//VBG</head> his lawns and precious beds of rare lilies and irises. 
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knee-n.700010
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I worried that the audience wouldn't have time to get all this if the jar opened too readily, and therefore I hoped that the percussionist would by chance encounter one of those infrequent Peter Pans or Skippy Creamies that was the product of an improperly calibrated piece of screwing machinery, so that as he struggled covertly to turn the lid, increasingly embarrassed and frustrated, his jaw clenched; 
his fiercely whispered `You little piece of shit!" sizzling from the loudspeaker horns, his membership in the musicians' union suddenly open to doubt, and as he fussily excused himself to go backstage 
and run the jar under hot water for a minute, we all might use that lucky delay to think of the meteorological greatness stored and quality-sealed in La Mer or, more likely, of times when we had undergone similar failures with jars of peanut butter (or jelly or spaghetti sauce) &dash. when we, or I at least, determined to succeed on a third attempt, pretwisted my hands 
and allowed the drumstick of thumb flesh on my right hand to settle over the slight tractive fluting on the edge of the lid, while the fingers of this same hand curled and clamped to its curvature, all of them leaning to one side  , as a row of knees in a concert hall will all lean to accommodate a late-arriving ticket holder. 
Staring straight ahead, I began the twist itself: I exerted force; then greater force; then folded myself around the jar, and, shaking with extreme effort, blood booming in my eardrums, hooting spittle, gave it my personal best; hunching with it past my crotch to my <head>knees//NNS</head>.   
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knee-n.700063
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I had counted for something in that town! 
But it was just as likely that the hoses had not even registered my weight: after all, the similar red rubber hoses that lay near the pumps in gas stations in those years, back when every station had an air machine, didn't; 
car tires made them ding every time, but only if you had just pumped up your bike's tires, and you dipped hard with your <head>knees//NNS</head> at precisely the right moment as you crossed the hose with the rear tire, lifting the front in a near wheelie, could you sometimes set the dinger off with a bicycle tire &dash. and even then the repairmen in the garage were never deceived: 
sometimes they didn't even look up from their idle adjustments, or they looked up with dull hostility, because they knew that dings from cars came in pairs. 
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knee-n.700163
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Only in the sense (as I would have to explain at defensive length in the program notes) that the daintily vortical second movement of La Mer was program music: and indeed the sound of the air entering the peanut butter jar was meant lovingly to sum up Debussy's lifelong fascination with air &dash. his interest in a technique of piano pedaling that would approximate breathing; 
his wish for a music whose harmonic progressions, although they might sound stifled in the concert hall, would once out of doors enter into a collaboration with the open air and float joyfully over the tops of the trees; his piano preludes, whose titles (`Voiles," `Le Vent dans la plaine," `Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir," `Ce qu'a vu le vent d'ouest," `Brouillards," and so on) repeatedly made aerial references; 
the recollections by Gabriel Pierne&acute. and Camille Bellaigue that his piano technique was accompanied by his `puffing noisily during the difficult passages" and by `a kind of hiccup or harsh puff" to mark the beginning of every bar. 
I worried that the audience wouldn't have time to get all this if the jar opened too readily, and therefore I hoped that the percussionist would by chance encounter one of those infrequent Peter Pans or Skippy Creamies that was the product of an improperly calibrated piece of screwing machinery, so that as he struggled covertly to turn the lid, increasingly embarrassed and frustrated, his jaw clenched; 
his fiercely whispered `You little piece of shit!" sizzling from the loudspeaker horns, his membership in the musicians' union suddenly open to doubt, 
and as he fussily excused himself to go backstage and run the jar under hot water for a minute, we all might use that lucky delay to think of the meteorological greatness stored and quality-sealed in La Mer or, more likely, of times when we had undergone similar failures with jars of peanut butter (or jelly or spaghetti sauce) &dash. when we, or I at least, determined to succeed on a third attempt, pretwisted my hands 
and allowed the drumstick of thumb flesh on my right hand to settle over the slight tractive fluting on the edge of the lid, while the fingers of this same hand curled and clamped to its curvature, all of them leaning to one side , as a row of <head>knees//NNS</head> in a concert hall will all lean to accommodate a late-arriving ticket holder. 
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knee-n.700195
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He frowned and took huge breaths just as Art Glasheen and Jim Heydemann and I had, but the outcome &dash. a droned blast of a tune that sounded like `The Ants Go Marching Two by Two" was far more impressive than our two-minute breath-holding; and sometimes he took his mouth from the instrument and shouted `Yee-haw!" and yet because of the reserves of air in the third lung of the bagpipe itself that he squeezed under his elbow, the piping continued in full force. 
The next day I told my father I had to learn the bagpipes; he said that I might want to `build my wind" by starting out on the French horn, and he told me about Dennis Brain, the virtuoso of the Mozart concerti who was killed in a car accident at the height of his powers. 
The name Brain appealed to me, so I rented a public-school horn to prepare myself for the bagpipes, and as a result nine years later, a freshman at Eastman, I was still playing it, still performing feats of oxygen deprivation, in order to prepare a Chiarnovsky e&acute.tude that Mal Green capriciously thought ought to be done in a single breath; yet this time it was harder, of course, because all evidence of strain was forbidden: 
and at the next lesson, as I took a long covert breath and began playing from memory, staring at the dangling pencil, and made it past the place where Mal had erased the breath comma, I thought of those public-TV ballet specials at the end of which you saw the dancers happily bowing and smiling and gesturing archly to each other in tribute, 
but then you noticed when you looked more carefully that their little starved stomachs were madly inhaling under their swan feathers, rabbit-panting, and you realized in a burst of pity for squandered lives of physical practice that all they really wanted to do was to take big replenishing gasps and stand bent over with their hands on their <head>knees//NNS</head>, shaking their heads and saying, `Whoo! &dash. man oh man am I 
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promise-v.700018
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Following the view of the majority in Ward v Byham (1956) 1 WLR 496 and of the whole court in Williams v Williams (1957) 1 WLR 148 and of the Privy Council in Pao On v Lau Yiu Long (1989) AC 614, in which economic duress was considered, the present state of the law could be expressed in the following proposition: 
(i) If A had entered into a contract with B to do work for, or supply goods or services to, B in return for payment by B, and (ii) at some stage before A had completely performed his obligations under the contract B had reason to doubt whether A would, or would be able to, complete his side of the bargain; and (ii) B thereupon promised A an additional payment in return for A's promise to perform his contractual obligations on time; and 
(iv) as a result of giving his promise, B obtained in practice a benefit or obviated a disbenefit; and (v) B's promise was not given as the result of economic duress or fraud on the part of A; then (vi) the benefit to B was capable of being consideration for B's promise, so that  the promise would be legally binding. 
It was accepted that by <head>promising//VBG</head> to pay the extra #10,300 the defendants secured benefits. 
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rabbit-n.700065
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And yet, if the Japanese designers did get rid of personal air outlets, murmuring contemptuously among themselves about `barbaric holdovers from the infancy of cabin pressurization," I expected to feel, the first time I noticed their absence, the same sort of long-awaited jolt of grief I felt when in the early seventies, intent on being a composer, I came across horrifying articles in the Arts and Leisure section with titles like `Is the Symphony Orchestra Dead?" 
Like a reporter assigned the obituary page, I gathered my envoical emotions together ahead of time to be ready for the loss: I recalled how I once tried to stretch a balloon around an air nozzle but was ordered to sit down before I found out whether it would inflate; 
and how, while my sister was occupied with a connect-the-dot book, I very stealthily stole her air and aimed it so that I could revel in a twin convergence; and how, pretending to study the stewardess-call button, I pointed my mother's, my sister's, and my own nozzles toward my sister and turned them all on full, so that the corner of her half-connected <head>rabbit//NN</head> page flapped out of control. 
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scrap-n.700232
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I would out-page- and out-scroll-flip Accursius, who, hearing that a rival scholar, Odofred, was occupied with a redaction of the extant versions of the Code of Justinian that would overlap the huge Glossa Ordinaria on which he, Accursius, was at work, feigned illness, turned away his students, and in a cackling seclusion completed his massive task in `barbarous Latin"! 
I'd charge past Porson, who, raised in a remote cottage with only three or four books to consult, supplemented with random volumes of Chamber's Cyclopaedia washed ashore from a shipwreck, developed himself into an effortlessly erudite drunk, able to shoot off a four-hundred-page proslogium defending Gibbon's assertion that a certain verse in St. 
John's First Epistle was spurious, against the counterattack of an unsuspecting archdeacon! 
In five years of the most consuming solitary study, like the scholar my mother liked so much in Mistress Masham's Repose who lived on nothing but tea, or Old Doctor Wango Tango, who subsisted on <head>scraps</head> of bread and eventually was blown away in a high wind along with his bony pets, or like, the Quangle Wangle Quee, living the life of the mind in a tree, wearing a hat even bigger than the `formidable" one Bentley used while immersed in his philological emendations to shade his eyes, 
I would remove myself from the world and cross-index with fearsome single-mindedness in order to arrive at an overwhelming burden of evidence to support my nonsensical contention that the refinement of the comma, increasingly assuming the phrasally organizing functions performed by word endings in the highly inflected languages, made vernacular prose possible &dash. that the comma, in short, was alone responsible for the passage of civilization north from the ancient world into the modern.   
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shake-p.700125
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But no! 
Instead of letting them go back into that hell-hole, she transported them, in her imagination, to the campus: the entire workforce &dash. labourers, craftsmen, supervisors, managers, directors, secretaries and cleaners and cooks, in their grease-stiff dungarees and soiled overalls and chain-store frocks and striped suits &dash. 
brought them in buses across the city, and unloaded them at the gates of the campus, and let them wander through it in a long procession, like a lost army, headed by Danny Ram and the two Sikhs from the cupola and the giant black from the knock-out, their eyes rolling white in their swarthy, soot-blackened faces, as they stared about them with bewildered curiosity at the fine buildings and the trees and flowerbeds and lawns, and at the beautiful young people at work or play all around them. 
And the beautiful young people and their teachers stopped dallying and disputing and got to their feet and came forward to greet the people from the factory, <head>shook</head> their hands and made them welcome, and a hundred small seminar groups formed on the grass, composed half of students and lecturers and half of workers and managers, to exchange ideas on how the values of the university and the imperatives of commerce might be reconciled and more equitably managed to the benefit of the whole of society. 
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shake-p.700180
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`Looking back, it would appear obvious that the situation of the men and women who rushed out that morning to defend themselves and their towns against the army attack was quite hopeless. 
`It did not occur however to the sleepy and mostly unarmed men who rushed the Montana barracks in Madrid against all the rifles and machine guns of the biggest garrison in Spain, that by all the laws of war they could never take those barracks 
`They took them, and when they got inside they saw a line of twenty or thirty officers with big automatic pistols, lined up behind a parapet, green and <head>shaking</head> not with fear only, but with astonishment, at the huge heroism of the people who had thrown themselves against the machine-gun emplacements and the riflemen, and broken their way in against odds which were intended to be, and ought to have been, overwhelming. 
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shake-p.700224
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He frowned and took huge breaths just as Art Glasheen and Jim Heydemann and I had, but the outcome &dash. a droned blast of a tune that sounded like `The Ants Go Marching Two by Two" was far more impressive than our two-minute breath-holding; and sometimes he took his mouth from the instrument and shouted `Yee-haw!" and yet because of the reserves of air in the third lung of the bagpipe itself that he squeezed under his elbow, the piping continued in full force. 
The next day I told my father I had to learn the bagpipes; he said that I might want to `build my wind" by starting out on the French horn, and he told me about Dennis Brain, the virtuoso of the Mozart concerti who was killed in a car accident at the height of his powers. 
The name Brain appealed to me, so I rented a public-school horn to prepare myself for the bagpipes, and as a result nine years later, a freshman at Eastman, I was still playing it, still performing feats of oxygen deprivation, in order to prepare a Chiarnovsky e&acute.tude that Mal Green capriciously thought ought to be done in a single breath; yet this time it was harder, of course, because all evidence of strain was forbidden: 
and at the next lesson, as I took a long covert breath and began playing from memory, staring at the dangling pencil, and made it past the place where Mal had erased the breath comma, I thought of those public-TV ballet specials at the end of which you saw the dancers happily bowing and smiling and gesturing archly to each other in tribute, 
but then you noticed when you looked more carefully that their little starved stomachs were madly inhaling under their swan feathers, rabbit-panting, and you realized in a burst of pity for squandered lives of physical practice that all they really wanted to do was to take big replenishing gasps and stand bent over with their hands on their knees, <head>shaking</head> their heads and saying, `Whoo! &dash. man oh man am I 
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shake-p.700399
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I worried that the audience wouldn't have time to get all this if the jar opened too readily, and therefore I hoped that the percussionist would by chance encounter one of those infrequent Peter Pans or Skippy Creamies that was the product of an improperly calibrated piece of screwing machinery, so that as he struggled covertly to turn the lid, increasingly embarrassed and frustrated, his jaw clenched; 
his fiercely whispered `You little piece of shit!" sizzling from the loudspeaker horns, his membership in the musicians' union suddenly open to doubt, and as he fussily excused himself to go backstage and run the jar under hot water for a minute, we all might use that lucky delay to think of the meteorological greatness stored and quality-sealed in La Mer or, more likely, of times when we had undergone similar failures with jars of peanut butter (or jelly or spaghetti sauce) &dash. 
when we, or I at least, determined to succeed on a third attempt, pretwisted my hands and allowed the drumstick of thumb flesh on my right hand to settle over the slight tractive fluting on the edge of the lid, while the fingers of this same hand curled and clamped to its curvature, all of them leaning to one side  , as a row of knees in a concert hall will all lean to accommodate a late-arriving ticket holder. 
Staring straight ahead, I began the twist itself: I exerted force; then greater force; then folded myself around the jar, and, <head>shaking</head> with extreme effort, blood booming in my eardrums, hooting spittle, gave it my personal best; hunching with it past my crotch to my knees.   
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shirt-n.700001
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But as I located the Bug's earlier unhappiness I also remembered something else: a mezzo-soprano in my theory class at Eastman with a very hearty rich laugh, but a laugh whose component `hahs" of mirth, if removed from the many `hah-hahs" on either side of them in the descending series, would have sounded like wails of inconsolable remorse; 
and I felt a surge of pity toward this mezzo-soprano (though I had not really known her and had no idea what she was doing now &dash. probably being successful in some small opera company), because her laugh represented what I now thought life was like for people who were single and without a family. 
I felt a huge near-miss sort of relief, not quite complacence yet but approaching it, to be established, with an apartment, with this Bug in my arms, with this sweater on and wife who had picked it out, and I felt that though I had not proven to be a composer or a horn player, and was in fact making an unimpressive living as a part-time technical writer and reviewer of TV commercials, and would never write a scholarly history of the comma, I was nonetheless doing all right. 
Of course I had never finished the symphonic poem that was to begin with the peanut butter jar &dash. 
I never even got beyond noting that first accented quarter note halfway down a blank piece of music paper, below the tuba line and above the strings (a quarter note without the normal oval bulb at the end but rather the X that in percussion scoring sometimes indicates pitchless indeterminacy, and recalls too the Xs that once stood for eyes in newspaper cartoons of dead people and rag dolls), 
and it was true that ever since I had transferred from Eastman and my musical proficiencies and ambitions had faded, and I had stopped listening to Debussy and carrying a tuning fork around in my <head>shirt//NN</head> pocket in order to make random objects amplify its unworldly A, my life, like the flaring sheet of water that once in a while will unexpectedly fly up out of the sink if, as you are rinsing some dishes, you allow the tap's strong singular flow to fall accidentally onto a spoon licked clean 
and left there earlier so that the water is U-turned without an appreciable diminution of force by that single small soffit &dash. that my life, my energies, colliding with the silver spoon of overindulged distraction, had sent me since   
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steering-n.700211
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Goodyear test drivers are out in all weather and all conditions &dash. their job requires it. 
And they have put together a few tips which they put into practice when the grip of winter has lessened their grip on the road: Use a lighter than usual touch on brake, accelerator and <head>steering//NN</head> wheel Accelerate gradually, fierce acceleration will send the driving wheels spinning and the car out of control Think well ahead in order to cope with emergencies before they arise 
When stopping on ice, pump the brakes gently to prevent skidding and in order to maintain steering control Steer carefully into a corner, sudden changes of direction in slippery conditions can easily result in skids Without labouring the engine, use as high a gear as possible to avoid wheel-spin on ice or snow If you do start to skid &dash. don't panic, steer in the direction of the skid until the car straightens; be particularly careful in your use of the brakes; get back on course and, if possible, keep driving.   
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floating-a.700012
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In the course of her pregnancy, and in those early days of nursing, her own color sense, she told me, had undergone a lurid upheaval: her old subtle favorites lost their savor, and, for the first time ever, she had experienced deep throbs of mental pleasure simply in staring at a plastic bag of raw cranberries.
She brought home the Better Homes and Gardens Five Seasons Cranberry Book, and made Chicken Ruby, Fruited Pork Chops, and barbecued Cranberry Whirlibirds (also a chicken dish), as well as cupcakes and Best-ever Cranberry Muffins (all from recipes thoroughly assayed for `family appeal, practicality, and deliciousness" in the Better Homes and Gardens Test Kitchen), not out of physical craving, but just for the satisfaction of manipulating those lacquered spheres of color, boiling them and spooning them; 
and one weekend we traveled in Ocean Spray's double-decker bus to a bog to watch the <head>floating</head> berries being roped toward a machine that shot them in an arterial gush into a truck.
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generous-a.700057
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And Nathalie Sarraute, now well into her eighties, published another of her cool, witty and profound novels, perhaps her best to date, Tu ne t'aimes pas (Gallimard #10.50).
20 November, 1811 HEINRICH VON KLEIST writes to Sophie von Haza before committing suicide with Henriette Vogel: `Heaven knows, my dear and excellent friend, what strange feelings, half sad, half joyful, move us in this hour, as our souls rise above the world like two joyous balloonists, to write to you once more, for actually we had decided not to send our friends and acquaintances cards of leave-taking. 
`It must be because we have thought of you in a thousand happy moments, because we have imagined a thousand times how you with your <head>generous//JJ</head> nature would have laughed if you had seen us together in the green room.
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modest-a.700214
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I like to think there's a qualitative difference between Bach and Madonna.
Bill, could I come back to a quotation by another former Tory Prime Minister in the nineteen sixties, {vocal sound="um"} they were ragging old Douglas Hume unmercifully, the Labour Party did, when he was made Prime Minister, 
and, you know, {vocal sound="um"} all's fair in politics, and Harold Wilson, I think, made the comment that the democracy of this country had ground to a halt with the appointment of the fourteenth earl, and Douglas Hume, in his sort of very self-deprecating way and his very <head>modest//JJ</head> way, says `well, you know, I suppose if one were to ask, he's probably the fourteenth Mr Wilson".
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onion-n.700005
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Ingredients:
12oz/375g mince 1oz/30ml vegetable or olive oil 2 medium <head>onions//NNS</head>, diced 1 green pepper, diced 3 stalks celery, sliced 1 tin (14oz/400g) plum tomatoes 1tsp sugar Cayenne pepper to taste (at least 1/2 tsp) Salt, pepper Half a 14oz/400g tin of red kidney beans, drained, or 7oz/200g tin of sweetcorn, drained 1 jalapeno pepper, sliced (optional) For the cornbread: 
4oz/125g cornmeal (yellow coarse grind &dash. the Encona brand is widely available) 1oz/30g plain flour 1/2 tsp salt 1tsp baking powder 1 egg 5oz/150ml milk 1tbs vegetable oil 2oz/60g grated cheese Method: In a saute pan, brown meat in oil; stir in onions, green pepper and celery.
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sanction-p.700057
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I'VE seen some memorable placards waved about in demonstrations during the course of the last 11 years.
Here are a few examples: You'll Never Privatise British Leyland; You'll Privatise British Gas, British Steel, British Telecom, British Water etc, Over Our Dead Bodies; The National Union of Mineworkers Will Never Give In; Maxwell/Murdoch Will Never Bring New Technology To The Print Industry and Move Out Of Fleet Street; 
Gays Will Never Allow Clause 26; You Will Never End The Dock Labour Scheme And A Job For Life; The Malvinas Are Argentinian; <head>Sanctions</head> Are The Only Way To Liberalise South Africa; The GLC Will Never Die; The Wimmin of Greenham Common Will Never Leave; We Won't Pay The Poll Tax.
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shake-p.700325
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`But in the folktale, of course," went on Lingalonga Boccherini, in the dreamy, hypnotic voice that had been largely responsible for her nickname, 
`after she has eaten the poisoned apple, poisoned by the wicked possessive mother, who is someone like me really, I suppose, she falls into a faint and she can only be wakened by a kiss from a male, that is to say, a prince, which isn't really a kiss of course but the male urge to rape and violate and explain away the contradictions of the female, very much as you, Gordon, of course try and destroy me sexually!"
`Absolutely!" said Macrae, nodding.
He took the apple from Maisie and held it up high, <head>shaking</head> his white hair out behind him.
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