… if you just have a look. At first it feels like a heaven when you have no need to prove any of your far-far-away-reaching conclusions even with little piece of experimental data — even if you are brave and distracted enough to call something like exit pol diagrammes or archive survey results «experimental». However then if you aren't a mental case, you will fatally realise all your - hmm, need a proper euphemism, a minute, - all your structures could be destroyed as easily as built. You'll have no peace ever unless you're badly narcissistic or dead and deified. There's nothing to rely on in the swamp of speculative argumens and unsteady senses and figurative examples and other slippery sticky words you're surrounded by, poor Schrodinger's kitten. So happy we are to have our hopelessly inductive science, finally, - it takes a bit more time than i planned because i'm pulling the plactic cup with tart strawberry lemonade out of dense wasp cloud around the soda machine, blowing coulpe of wasps off the bubbling liquid surface and handing him when it's reliably safe.
- Your science. Boring. Let's play.
Parisfrancelondontownnyc.
- Allright. A posse ad esse non valet cosequentia.
- Abyssus abyssum invocat, - he is drinking sweet pink soda, wrinkling his nose. Does probability of anaphylaxis occurence mean anything if i can modestly see him so happy?
- Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis.
Nope, your anaphylaxis is bullshit .
- Silentium videtur confessio.
And his eyelids fluttering, and the sun shines so gently for him. Sky is so soft and clearly light-blue. Souldn't i have been born a true knight.
- Omnia praeclara rara.
Should've been. Was.
- Abeunt studia in mores.
It feels right, here, in the world of warm river wind and eldery ladies in their leisure suits walking across.
- Sed semel insanivimus omnes.
No youth, no weakness for me. It's all fine. Master and servant.
- Sic transit gloria mund.
He's panting after running, i'm staying behind, looking at the storm, one hammer blow after another. It's not too difficult for me always to know the right way, to have enogh will to rescue, to guess and tolerate with equal accurance. It's unavoidable.
- Ignorantia non est argumentum.
Silence means i won. Such a pity .
- Multi multa, nemo omnia novit, - bringing up the game i'm sure how my hand with scars and burns looks like next to his. It's all fine. Don't mind any explanations, i've my summer holiday.

Grow up and learn to harmonize.

by Greg House in House MD s1 ep20



Dear columnist, if u've no idea about what thing the logic is, please, google it before start writing. Google does know exactly.

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.

18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Overprepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

36. Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.

38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

45. The best is yet to come.

46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

48. If you don't ask, you don't get.

49. Yield.

50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.

by R. Brett

Pu pu pu. Just have a look. Oh, monotony. Oh, hippopocrisy (c) V.O.P. Oh, mind weakness. Well, at first get rid of contradictions which aren’t useful, beautiful or joyful. Unwarranted assumptions and lack of education, plenty of them are around. How should i hide among sweety fluffy teens adore populists like this?

Applied and conceptual criteria to identify the pseudophilosopher:

1. spelling “god” with capital. Fuck off, earl Russell.

2. appealing to belief and adventure spirit only. Fuck off, earl Russell.

3. syllogism? Nope, haven’t heard. Fuck off, earl Russell.

Give up smoking in the closet with skeletons, sir Bertrand – i do determine asexuality as comfortable lifestyle solitude as harmonic equilibrium state, i’ve got a PhD in horribleness responsibility and i’ve never begged for mercy cried in public in my life.

Shame on u, philosophic hipsters, me and my love Zeno of Citium (bloody hell, even that childish math artist Zeno of Elea) have no mercy for your daily fashionable morality and cheap pr.

 

The top of rainstorm consequences for today looks like that:
3. Sansevieria trifasciata, an independent creature, has not only watered but fertilized with plaster from walls by itself.
2. Suddenly i found myself in fitting skirt despite i definitely had put on the full one at the morning. Can’t remember when it happened last time, fitting clothes i mean.
1. Walking in heavy sticky clothes under the wall of storm, looking hardly trough sliding reflecting drops, with classic in rock-style arrangement going on in headphones i’ve realized what the serenity exactly is. Staying dripping and obstacles as they are might be a kind of catalyst that way, i guess.
0. That’s the only sufficient reason to get the unscheduled day off.
Drinking sweet coffee cream from frige together with warm cola and sitting on the floor with opened windows and tv set switched off, so i find him, when i enter the room. Trough rain puddles on the linoleum i’m getting closer to drive the autumn wind back to the outside by closing windows and feel blocked by the voice full of open-eyed displeasure of the man of property.
- And why are you so wet?
Does anything happen outside of our consciousness indeed? As well as Berkly i like a proposition it doesn’t.
- Have turned on the lab emergency shower by chance, nothing special.
- Where is casual reproach about I can catch a cold spending time like that?
The window frame is creaking while shut down. It’s almost mortuary branch office here and he wonders, sitting still in t-shirt not concealing his forearms turned blue from cold.
- It sounds like you don’t want anyone to disturb you.
- Thousands of people die, suffer or want nobody to disturb them at the moment and you don’t carry. You don’t need to be understanding or responsive.
- Do you suppose you are «thousands of people»? You aren’t unless you managed to get split personality while i was outside.
Not this morning, i hope.
He clenches his fists and asks demandingly and unkindly:
- Where have you been? How could you… Where have you… when … here, it was…
Closing my eyes i already know what i’ll see if i turn to him.
- You know the hard work to claim more human sacrifices then any other confession does.
And nothing more, that would be both the question and conclusion if he and i unhappily need to express it verbally. Furious, violent ant autodestroying breath of Shakespeare’s green-eyed monster can i catch, covering his, not wet mine, shoulders with the most fluffy dry towel i managed to find. The heartburn, too specific semantics for such promising etymology.
- … was a thunderstorm… - the unexpected tremulous whisper he finished the sentence makes him to hide face in his hands.
No doubts i can do it softly, touching elbows confidently with finger tips. After practice with his sensitive pride i could make a career as caretaker in the Venetian glass museum. They would write «dr. of consolation» in the badge.
- The day off. A bit more «Pearl fishers»? Tea with Bizet, as you would enjoy.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic
... and so am I!

Bob Wiley in "What about Bob?"



- I have no idea about this thing. But don’t forget there are signs pretending to be meaningful, being senseless indeed, like troo-thoo-thoo or tra-tha-tha… - So horrible is to kill a human to say “tra-tha-tha”. -So horrible is to kill a human to say “I do believe in single god” also.
He knows due to my pauses and in spite of my pauses, i’ve missed this “also” firstly.
- Ohh… so we are in such place god gave up. - Have you seen many places where god would feel cosily?
He and me are sitting in the narrow board located carefully put up on the top of sandy hill. Folded the wrists on my knees i’m hanging my head. Drops of august rain appear in the neck and shoulders intersected by dark blue strips of the sun-dress. Smell of wormwood is perfectly saturated up to not even noticeable but almost unavoidable bitter taste of the air – i’m trying to forget every inhale turns into poison for me once a year and than give up.
- So nice the world is and so disgusting labyrinths are. – So nice the world would be if there was the rule of orientation in labyrinths.
The steam flows calmly and winding through the sand, clay and coal. The wood-made bridge staggers threatfully hitting against his own outcast supporting columns. Feeling one’s fidgeting on my right i’m moving to keep a dynamic equilibrium.
- I fell asleep in the most godly way and have been sleeping for a long time, because the youngster’s need in sleep exceeds significantly the need of elders, who have already slept enough in their life and who are preparing for an everlasting sleep.
- No one can imagine the thing less connected with monk’s casualty than respectful thoughts, - he finely answers with pronounced self-satisfaction.
- Does it mean you aren’t still close to decision? – I’m extremely close to decision, but no idea about the exact one I’m close to.
He listens to my favor quotations , touches hard grassy nods in a bit distracted way, turns away and looks on my profile again.
-“I am who I am”, - jude ’s god said. ”I am the way, the truth and the life”, - our god said.
I should have retailed it in past to express more protest intentions and to be honest – where are all of them exiled finally from the troposphere?
- However this book could sow the thought science was the way to escape from the fear of devil.
- Such an unexpected hint, - he whispers, laughing softly as tired or sleepy person does.
- You are the devil. – Me? – You are. You’ve been deceived. Devil isn’t a triumph of flesh. Devil is an arrogance of spirit. It’s belief without smile. It’s truth nobody has ever doubted about. Devil is morose, because he always knows where he’ll come and wherever he goes – he always comes to the place he left. You are the devil and since being the devil you live in the dark.
- Not “it’s” but “he’s” you must have meant.
- Why did i have to? Why not to allow this featureless person or state or event lack of valid face to stay grammatically ambiguous?
- Let’s allows, - he nods and eventually smiles fearlessly and i’m pretending not to have noticed his shivering. That very one soundtrack for fire and letters from “Paranoid Park”.
- God created different vile creatures and you and allowed to talk about all of this.
Yep, whatever latin darkness you face just remember – lions aren’t here as they have never left deep dusty closets of your mind.
- Fear the prophets and those, who tend to sacrifice their lifes for the truth. They usually sacrifice a lot of other’s lifes together with their own. Sometimes even before then their own, and sometimes - instead of it.
Closing my eyes i’m thinking about he could have been a prophet six or eight centuries ago, he must have been a talented one with all his sighs full of passion, with his trembling smiles, with beauty and ugliness of his artistic lines and geometric corners of the devil origin certainly. He must have deserved a noticeable success, and attention, and fire. Am i better as listener and watcher then inquisitors would have been?
- The initial order resembles the web or stairs which is used to climb up. But afrer that it should be thrown away because it’ll be found senseless itself despite it appeared to be useful. Er mouz gelichesame die Leiter abewerfen, so Er an ir ufgestin ist… So do they say?
An applicable gnosiology is at your service this moment and any time you ask, no matter how close you are with medieval German dialects.
- Est ubi gloria nunc Babylonia? Where are snows of the past? Earth is dancing the dance of Macabres, when is seems to me vessels going through the Danube and they are full of madman and they are going to the dark land…
- Are you afraid to die? – so quiet uncertain whispering.
- Have you noticed i’m able to stay scared by tales?
- The end of everything which can exist only perceived by the master and victim of everything, by you…
- Even by widespread and fascinating tales? Even the most one?
And he lays his head on my shoulder and he doesn’t need to worry about any armageddons near his own knight of atheism. Does he fell a bit happy about that right now, i wonder?
- That’s the way St. Francisco taught people to perceive all the things from another side, - i’m completing the list of jokes for today. We could spend this morning in the windy uninhabited river beach – i would be walking barefoot around the edge of cold troubled waters where sharp stone fragments lay, he would be eating ice-cream and looking on the wind waving my long skirt and sandals straps in my hand. Or in the shallow of pail elevators holding hands carefully in the silence, sunny dust and verdure of almost rural street. Or in the modest sunshine of market smells tornado eating fruit oxygen spum from the one plastic glass. Or we could just be, couldn’t we? But this damn city, dear. But institute, exams, session. No, no, harsh…

Some common equivalents to express your own intentions and realize the addressee’s ones while corresponding, i also like the list of such definitions in scientific English. Should i have entitled this chapter as “_mockeries & politeness”?

1) Господи, это опять вы.... - Thank you very much for your email.
2) Если до завтра не предоставите документы, пеняйте на себя. Тут вам не детский сад.- We will do our best to proceed with your request however for the best result the documents should reach us not later than tomorrow.
3) Вы читать умеете? - You can find this information below.
4) Сколько можно напоминать!- Kind reminder
5) Неужели так сложно подписать документ там, где нужно - Please sign in the place marked with yellow sticker
6) Что у тебя в школе было по математике? - Let's reconfirm the figures.
7) Мы лучше сделаем это сами.- Thank you for your kind assistance.
8) Я уже сто раз вам это присылал. - Kindly find attached.
9) Ага, сейчас все брошу и побегу разбираться. - I’ll look into it and revert soonest.
10) Да поймите же вы наконец - Please kindly review the matter again.
11) Надеюсь, что теперь вы перестанете надоедать своими вопросами - I hope this helps, otherwise please do not hesitate to contact me anytime.
12) Какой же вы зануда... - Thank you for your patience
13) Даже и не надейтесь, что мы откроем вам счет - We will let you know in due course.
14) У нас не те масштабы, чтобы возиться с вашей мелочью - We would be happy to offer you the most favourable conditions on the case-to-case basis.
15) Вот когда подрастете, тогда и приходите.- So if you have eventually some needs from your clientele, it can have a real added-value.
16) Ой-ой, напугал! - We regret to know that you are not satisfied with our services.
17) Ну и пожалуйста. Не очень-то и хотелось. - We look forward to hearing from you.
18) Хотя бы в пятницу отстаньте уже. - good to hear from you and have a nice weekend
19) Услуги будут оплачены. Может быть. - Thanks a lot in advance
20) Да идите вы знаете куда...- We consider the matter settled and close our files.
21) Ха-ха (три раза) - Very best regards.

The list of motivation motto for Harvard students. Oh, such a happy nation of reliable and friendly correlations. Can't definitely conclude this certain future simple verbs irritate me, but all of them arrears to resemble naive childish songs in the fine and furious world of not even predators but completely devoid of pity lemmings competitions.

1. If you fall asleep now, you will dream. If you study now, you will live your dream.
2. When you think it's too late, the truth is, it's still early.
3. The pain of studying is only temporary. But the pain of not knowing--ignorance--is forever.
4. Studying is not about time. It's about effort.
5. Life is not all about studying. But if you can't even conquer this little part of life, then what else can you possibly do?
6. Enjoy the inexorable pain.
7. It's those who are earlier than the others, those who put in more effort, who can enjoy the feelings of success.
8. Not everyone can truely succeed in everything. But success only comes with self-management and determination.
9. Time is flying.
10. The saliva that flow now will become the tears of tomorrow.
11. Dogs are learning, ambassadors are playing.
12. If you don't walk today, you'll have to run tomorrow.
13. People who invest in the future are realists.
14. The level of education is in direct correlation with your salary.
15. When today is over, it will never come back.
16. Even now, your enemies are eagerly flipping through books.
17. No pain, no gain.

Is "count your pips and die" actually better then "just die"?

howaboutyoufoc.us/

Do you enjoy suffering lonely as i do? A little phleborrhagia at early morning make your mood fine and shining for all your long and hard day. Sorry, my mood and my day, of course.

8.00 – 9.00 - heel-and-toe walk
09.00 – 22.00 - 13-hour work day is known to include humiliation, hopelessness and angst in proportion
22.00 – 23.00 - heel-and-toe walk
23.15 – 00.15 – a family quarrel
01.15 – 07.00 – nightmares
07.03 – 07.06 – light breakfast
07.30 – 8.00 – water current listening
8.30 – 10.00 – donating blood with moderate lie about current physical health parameters. Fortunately, they don’t mind mental at all.
10.00 – 11.00 - heel-and-toe walk in extreme conditions of absolute sleet
11.00 – 16.00 – EM fixation with its predictable 1. constant attention demanding, 2. dreaming about sterile gloves by size, 3. cancerogenic fumes and toxic contacts
17.00 – 19.00 – urgent business deals, waiting for instructions, struggling with sleep, felling cold and out of reality
19.00 – 23.00 – instructions appear to bee too confused and chaotic to wait for them. Texting in moderate panic from one corner to another. Time trouble. Deadline. As always.
23.10 – 00.05 - heel-and-toe walk
00.10 – 0.45 - a family quarrel
01.30 – 07.00 – nightmares
07.03 – 07.06 – light breakfast
07.30 – 08.30 - heel-and-toe walk
09.00 – 17.20 – information analysis, painful logical errors, fatigue, irritation, self-scorn. Naked chemic burn. Self-hatred.
17.30 – 19.00 – younger colleagues training
19.30 – 20.15 - heel-and-toe walk
20.45 – 21.00 – dinner
21.00 – 01.30 – minor administrative matters
02.00 – 07.00 – heavy realistic disturbed dreams
07.03 – 07.06 – light breakfast
07.30 – 08.30 - heel-and-toe walk
9.00 – 21.00 – cutting manually and automatically, electric light, blood drops on the dirty floor, cleanup, advises. Close closed closet. Keep calm and bandage the wound with tape. My work is my obsession. My fetish. My religion. Etc. I do know it to be unreciprocated passion.
21.00 – 22.00 – radioactive communication and minor, fuck them all, administrative matters
22.00 – 23.00 - heel-and-toe walk
00.30 – 08.00 – falling down mentally, nothing special
08.00 – 08.03 – light breakfast
08.30 – 11.30 – getting to the suburb
11.30 – 15.00 – blood stains on the handle lock, listening tears are falling on the floor. The darkness. Sitting hunched and thinking about primitive sacrificing, all this rituals with virgin blood and tears. It seems to me, i’ve found the reason of that tradition is gone – it’s absolutely useless. It takes time, efforts and injures, and what should i describe as a result? Nothing.
16.00 – 18.30 – observing quietly developing chilblain of the feet. I was planning to characterize it as a despair, but probably depression would be more suitable.

And all it’s fine, and all it’s normal, i know. Neurohumoral differences between happy and unrequited love are insignificant, especially if you want your work to be your valentine, what ever could you dream about? Do you suppose the cruelty to be worse then the indifference? You know, i’ve used “you” as a rhetoric technique whilst talking about myself. There is no higher intelligence to blame and ask for a piece of good luck. No one to talk to, actually.

Dozens of cuts on the fingers tips are burnt by picric acid. Where are you, my desirable death? May i ask you to hurry up? I’m waiting for you.

I'm crossing the threshold and stumbling on a broken chair. If i didn't hurt the knee at that moment, i would hit an inverted floor lamp or broken locker door or something else from among the scattered things. My flat at the moment reminds me of the crashed Titanic definitely and diligently.
Electronic sounds. Thick acrid smoke. Clothes and raged paper in the floor confusedly.
- And why?
I'm walking on tiptoe almost reflexly and sitting quietly on the sofa edge.
- Why?
His unintelligible snarling means my stupid questions being my personal problem.
- Why haven't you called, i mean?
- You know... No, I'm fine.
- You aren't.
- I am! You! God damn it! Go to hell! And... And get lost, you...
He's jumping up and rushing around the room. I can't explain actually how i've managed to catch him before likely getting injures.
- What the fuck do I need that for?
- I. Am. Just. Asking. You aren't, are you?
If i had been able to stand his oversensitively curling into a ball with turning to the wall resentfully or even all his barely audible desperate sobs, i wouldn’t have been me.
Never mind, i’ll wait.
- I… I feel… like sleeping…
Whispering. To be continued. I see it to infer so clearly.
- You know… I didn’t… want …to tell not to … worry… something like…
- A day? Two? Tree? Four? Five?
A weak sob. I was several times told he had been being involved in extraordinary interesting action during all previous week. And i’ve been being involved in hard and exhausting one actually. Oh, i wished i had known.
- Wake up.
- What… I don’t wa… stop, where are we going?
A scarf, a coat, all this bootlace in his warm winter boots. How it seemed to him, i wised i knew. It might have been something like mind flash – claims, offences, debates in taxi, then impotent fury with maybe a bit of subconscious gratitude, then glare from the white and choking sigh because of cold breath with almost pain inside of lungs, then crazy laugh with tumbling in the snow like a child, laughing, laughing, swinging his arms, falling, screaming rapturously and slurred, caching occasionally someone’s look… My, surely.
We are standing in a bus stop with my actual standing and his clinging to me in happy twilight sleep and with being absolutely impossible for anybody to catch a cab there. So we have at least forty minutes before next flabby bus would probably come.
- Ohh, yeeh… go oon…
Close, warm, almost embarrassed whisper.
- Could the death be a boat? No, the death couldn’t be a boat – the death is nothingness, nobody could not be in a boat. I often wasn’t in boats. You often were not in boats.
I’m glad to find no answer but just weak snicker, much more than to detect bus creeping around the highway corner.
I’m pressing his back to the rail. He’s lowering his head on my shoulder and closing his eyes. I’m sharing my earphone and turning on.
Silver-blue and infra-yellow fire flashes in the dark air out of our slow refuge.
Snow in flakes.
Bus windows covered with ice.
Stuffy and cold.
Sense of unreality is so suitable to fights with insomnia.
Old lady gets out of the bag her portable coat hook, hangs it on the rail and places her luggage on it.
Two young lovers kiss, embrace closely and exchange their hats – unisex teen style, you know.
Wild bearded men in cap over tanker hat invites little girl to give place to, she looks frightened, he frowns but then approves behavior in a such way for crimes to be prevented - i would advice him to name his daughter suitable to polar explorer’s one, Isolda, i mean.
We are standing in the crowd, inside the crowd with my being certainly almost alone because of dream and even twilight sleep was told not to be existence. He is happy now, i hope. He is smiling at least, my friend, and it worth my constant terrible fatigue. More than, i should say.

- Death is..
- Death is a... how should I... isn't truth.
- A lie?
- Yes, death is a lie.
screen version of "The Magus".

But for spending much time expressing rather abstract thoughts in writing way i would have to suggest their verbal embodiment to be impossible. Now i should name it just exigeant with being almost sure i’ve the specific cause. So, the reason is not my personal gysgraphia or schizophrenia, as personal as previous one, naturally, but the fundamental difference between mathematical and philosophical bases of intellection and printed texts. I do fell constantly thinking eventually resembles volumetric hypertext of our beloved wiki. Rather updated version, it should be emphasized, because of static link web being substituted by simultaneous several mental pathway motion. The problem is multidimensionality which couldn’t rejected, adequately described and recognized in linear in creation and perception printed (phonetic alphabet by Macluhen) analogues. Regardless of your speed of typing you actually can do nothing with multidirectional thought process. So do i with my current contemporal terminology (3 precisely), general linguistic (2 exactly), properly thematic and side domestic (at least 5) ideas development.
This structural explanation is really useful for keeping calm. So, i’m grateful to my recent philosophic company –  Sherlock_ for experimental experience and U.Eco for a list of suitable theoretic precursors.

- Mathematician is men, who consumes coffee and produce theorems. (c) mem, retailed by N.L.
Coffee/theorem convert machine. Yes, I'm a funny guy.
- People are very difficult to work with. (c) N.L.
No comments. Tell everyone "goodbye".
- The first is interstitial fauna, in which archaism is concentrated as in storage, the second is speleofauna.
Everyone has his own skeleton in the closet unless possessing own vampire in the hamlet.
- Actually if to observe this so-called beer cancer from the outside, you actually will see nothing.
And what was you waiting for? Have you been asked to insult such lordly and touchy collaborate as crayfish?
- It resembles the classical tagmisation scheme as nail resembles requiem.
Correlations and conjunctions are generally supposed to be meaningful and ambiguous things with such an attitude being strongly supported by reviewers agreement and personal perceptive experience. Would you be so kind to excuse me for my current sense of humor lack, it might being caused by certain sleeping deprivation, not your importunity surely, sir. So precisely.
- Professors, they did, they often wore the cassock, because it being comfortable ... and chip.
She means the Middle-age university professors with their apparent catholicism. Strictly speaking neither democratic protestantism no petty orthodoxy. I'm likely to mean the early stages of Hantington proceeding.
- ... got the support of the church, which wasn't actually as strong in theology as we supported.
Or not as early as we supported.

читать дальше- Первая - это интерстициальная фауна, в которой архаика сконцентрирована, как в кладовке, вторая - спелеофауна. (с) А.Д.

- На самом деле если этого пивного рака рассматривать снаружи, вы на самом деле ничего не видите. (с) А.Д. и анонимный студент с третьим вопросом об Astacus astacus в билете.

- Это похоже на классическую схему тагиозиса, как гвоздь на панихиду. (с)А.Д.

- Профессора, да, они часто носили рясу, потому что это удобно ... и недорого. (с) Л.Ю.

- ... получили поддержку церкви, которая не так была сильна в богословии, как мы себе представляли. (с) Л.Ю.