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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                                                                        A: To be honest, my two favorite shows are Mannix — which, alas, is no longer except in reruns — and the Johnny Carson Show. I just think he's terrific. It was such a common currency among those in the general category of intellectuals to like the Dick Cavett Show and not the Johnny Carson Show. And that is so much the party line that it takes awhile to dawn on you that Carson is really extremely funny. Dick Cavett, he has a lot of talent, but when it comes to wit, and even in handling the language, he's simply not in Carson's league.
                                                                        Peggotty meant her nephew Ham, mentioned in my first chapter; but she spoke of him as a morsel of English Grammar.

                                                                                                                                              It meant that Drax didn't trust her figures, and it undermined her chance of having some part, however modest, in the final launching of the rocket.
                                                                                                                                              The gangster was sitting in the restaurant enclosure four rows below Bond. Opposite him sat Rosy Budd forking down frankfurters and sauerkraut and drinking beer out of a stein. Although most of the other luncheon tables were occupied, there were two waiters hovering round this one and the maitre d'hotel made frequent visits to see that all was going well.
                                                                                                                                              Suffer me not to fall into the Powers
                                                                                                                                              This is one of the most powerful exercises we do in myseminars, but even without supervision you can turn itinto a force to be reckoned with!
                                                                                                                                              If Mr. Mell looked homely, in my eyes, before the handsome boy, it would be quite impossible to say how homely Mr. Creakle looked. 'Let him deny it,' said Steerforth.

                                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                                              There was a visitor-a stranger. He sat on M.'s left. He only briefly glanced up as Bond came in and took his usual place across the red-leather-topped desk.

                                                                                                                                              As my mother stooped down on the threshold to take me in her arms and kiss me, the gentleman said I was a more highly privileged little fellow than a monarch - or something like that; for my later understanding comes, I am sensible, to my aid here.
                                                                                                                                              They passed the lorry at the top of the hill. It was stopped and there was no sign of the driver. Probably telephoning to the company, thought Drax, slowing up as they went round the first bend. There were lights on in the two or three houses and a group of people were standing round one of the rolls of newsprint that lay amongst the ruins of their front gate. There were more rolls in the hedge on the right side of the road. On the left a telegraph pole leant drunkenly, snapped in the middle. Then at the next bend was the beginning of a great confusion of paper stretching away down the long hill, festooning the hedges and the road like the sweepings of some elephantine fancy-dress ball.
                                                                                                                                              Washington describes the Spangled Mob as one of the most powerful gangs in the United States with excellent protection in State and Federal governments and with the police. With the

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    The work was nearly done; the fight was nearly over. But Charlotte Tucker could not yet see the starry form, could not yet hear the gentle accents, which soon would bid her to 鈥榬ise and come away.鈥 Before many days of 1892 had passed, she was back again in Batala; deep in her usual round of work and interests.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Bond sat back in his chair and gazed vaguely at the bits of tissue paper and glittering stones that lay scattered across the red leather surface of M's desk. He wondered what it was all about.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "I always knew I would paint women," he says in a soft voice shaded with tones of his native Czechoslovakia. "In 1948, when I came to the United States, I started to paint nudes."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Later in the day she wrote if she could and when she could. No doubt also she found many an opportunity for thinking over her stories, and planning what should come next. She usually had the tale clear in her mind before putting pen to paper; so that no time was lost when an hour for actual work could be secured.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  But most of all my own Unworthiness:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        'Who's the concierge working for?' asked Leiter as they approached the hotel. Bond was not sure, and said so.