Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                                                        • 'Why, that's the Wrong hand, Davy!' laughed the gentleman.
                                                          They set off up the steep slope. The smell of the rats and of the droppings of bats was thick-a mixture of monkey house arid chicken battery. It occurred to Bond that it would be days before he got rid of it.

                                                                                                              • She seemed to Bond to give a quick involuntary shrug of the shoulders as she spoke, but then she leant impulsively towards him.
                                                                                                                It was a wonderfully fine thing to have that lofty castle to myself, and to feel, when I shut my outer door, like Robinson Crusoe, when he had got into his fortification, and pulled his ladder up after him. It was a wonderfully fine thing to walk about town with the key of my house in my pocket, and to know that I could ask any fellow to come home, and make quite sure of its being inconvenient to nobody, if it were not so to me. It was a wonderfully fine thing to let myself in and out, and to come and go without a word to anyone, and to ring Mrs. Crupp up, gasping, from the depths of the earth, when I wanted her - and when she was disposed to come. All this, I say, was wonderfully fine; but I must say, too, that there were times when it was very dreary.
                                                                                                                Further details need not be given of the process by which the whole Russian Empire was gradually annexed to China. The world now consisted of a mighty imperial system and a small federation of free peoples occupying a tract which was very largely mountain. Britain had failed to maintain itself against the more efficient imperial power.
                                                                                                                'Two minutes, darling.' Bond got on to Station M. His call was expected. He arranged to visit the Head of Station, a man he knew slightly called Lieutenant-Commander Savage, in an hour's time. He released Tracy and they made plans for the evening, then he went along to his room.


                                                                                                                There were many others whom I met for the first time at George Smith’s table. Albert Smith, for the first, and indeed for the last time, as he died soon after; Higgins, whom all the world knew as Jacob Omnium, a man I greatly regarded; Dallas, who for a time was literary critic to the Times, and who certainly in that capacity did better work than has appeared since in the same department; George Augustus Sala, who, had he given himself fair play, would have risen to higher eminence than that of being the best writer in his day of sensational leading articles; and Fitz-James Stephen, a man of very different calibre, who had not yet culminated, but who, no doubt, will culminate among our judges. There were many others — but I cannot now recall their various names as identified with those banquets.
                                                                                                                These, it may be said, are reflections which I, being an old novelist, might make useful to myself for discontinuing my work, but can hardly be needed by those tyros of whom I have spoken. That they are applicable to myself I readily admit, but I also find that they apply to many beginners. Some of us who are old fail at last because we are old. It would be well that each of us should say to himself,
                                                                                                                "And you back a horse there. And it pays off at least fives. So you have your 00 and if anybody asks where it came from, you earned it and you can prove it."
                                                                                                                鈥業t was a very picturesque scene; the mingled torchlight, moonlight, and heat-lightning,鈥攖he quaint, white-robed crowd,鈥攖he man[266] who has dared to break through so much, who calls himself a Luther, telling idolaters of the folly of idol-worship. I should think that it would be wise to place in communication with this remarkable man some of our most talented converts from Hinduism鈥攏ot Muhammadanism.鈥橖br> Feel the sensations pour through you. Intensify themagain, then clench your fist at the height of the feelingsand release. Relax your hand and feel the sensations pourthrough your body. Do this one more time, then relax yourhand and the rest of your body. Come down in your owntime and relax.

                                                                                                                                                                    • Miss Moneypenny's face was expressionless. "I gather so, sir. The M.O. gave him a sedative of some kind, and he was taken off on a stretcher during the lunch hours. He was covered up. They took him down in the service lift to the garage. I haven't had any inquiries."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • 'Up from anywhere, then?' said I, taking my seat near him.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • £68,939 17 5

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • Bond put his hand over the four fat plaques in his coat pocket and shouldered his way out of the crowd behind him and walked straight across the long room to the cashier's desk. "Three bills of five thousand and five of ones," he said to the man with the green eyeshade behind the bars. The man took Bond's four plaques and counted out the bills and Bond put them in his pocket and walked over to the reception desk. "Air mail envelope, please," he said. He moved to a writing-desk beside the wall and sat down and put the three big bills in the envelope and wrote on the front 'Personal. The Managing Director, Universal Export, Regents Park, London, N.W.1 England.' Then he bought stamps at the desk and slipped the envelope down the slot marked 'US Mail' and hoped that there, in the most sacrosanct repository in America, it would be safe.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            • 鈥楳ay 2, 1877.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • We bade adieu to Mrs. Steerforth and Miss Dartle, with many thanks on my part, and much kindness on the devoted mother's. The last thing I saw was Littimer's unruffled eye; fraught, as I fancied, with the silent conviction that I was very young indeed.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • He walked to the door. "So long, Lil," he said, "regards to 008 and tell him to be careful of you. I'll be in France. Station F will have the address. But only in an emergency."