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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur


                                                                              • Never sleep again! My waking mis’ry

                                                                                                                                                          • Bond tensed his muscles. It was time to go. With extra care he put his weapons back in their places and painfully began to drag himself on into the blackness.
                                                                                                                                                            Major Smythe frowned, trying to remember. "Can't say it does." It was eighty degrees in the shade, but he shivered.

                                                                                                                                                            'Don't you remember Traddles? Traddles in our room at Salem House?'
                                                                                                                                                            I kept shotgunning names, hoping he’d hear one he recognized before body-slamming me againstthe wall and escaping into the hills behind the hotel. “… No, Manuel. Not Miguel Luna. Manuel.

                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                            The little car wove expertly through the traffic. Bond said, ' I'm sorry, Tracy. It was something that had to be done. You know how it is. I just couldn't back out of it. I really wouldn't have been happy here, like I am now, if I'd shirked it. You do see that, don't you?'
                                                                                                                                                            "You'll get plenty of that in a minute. This is the last lot before the curtain goes up."

                                                                                                                                                            I laughingly expressed my satisfaction, but I must confess that I thought this association of ideas significant.
                                                                                                                                                            鈥楾he Native Christians not unfrequently subscribe to give a parting gift to a Missionary whom they love, when starting for England; but I suppose they thought that, in my case, if they waited for that they would never give me anything, and that it was no harm to present me with something for not going away! Mr. K. was rather astonished at the wild bhajans, which he declares are all on one note鈥攂ut that is a mistake鈥攂ut he says that they helped to cure his earache; a very curious and novel effect, which I never knew before to belong to a bhajan!...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • Two from the Rhine, and one from Nance:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • Henry’s eyes flashed with rage for a moment, then, bowing, he answered with a sneer, “Lady Julia L. is pleased to condescend!” and, looking at her insolently from head to foot, he laughed with an expression which it was impossible to comprehend, yet which, evidently,[207] had some horrible meaning; and, snatching up her hand, he almost crushed the delicate fingers together ere he again released it; saying, as he did so, “Julia, you little know what is before you! Faith, I cannot help laughing,” he continued, “when I think how you shall change your tone one of those days.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          • At last, reasoning that Bond might be void in his own long suits, spades and hearts, he led the knave of diamonds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      • Drax swivelled back to the table and picked up his cards. Bond watched the big blunt hands sort them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • "By the way, what's your name? You're Canadian aren't you?"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • The process of disintegration must have lasted for several centuries at least. During this period, until the isolation of the provinces was complete and all clear memory of the past age had been lost, there was a phase of violent social unrest. The race, it seemed, was on the verge of waking from the neurotic trance which had so long gripped it. It might at any moment insist on revolutionary changes. But such was the strength of the old culture, and such the stupidity and aimlessness of the revolutionaries, that the crisis was weathered. Instead of waking into sanity the race somnambulistically adjusted itself to its new circumstances without sacrificing its cherished delusions.