Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                                                    • `Now listen, Tatiana,' Bond's voice was deadly. `Something's come up. I must look into that bag and see if the machine is there.'

                                                                                                      • Through the noise of the shower, I didn't hear him come into the bathroom. But suddenly there were two more hands washing me and a naked body was up against mine and I smelled the sweat and the gunpowder and I turned and laughed up into his grimy face and then I was in his arms and our mouths met in a kiss that seemed as if it would never end while the water poured down and made us shut our eyes.
                                                                                                        "What do you mean? Are you some sort of a policeman? Are you trying to send this Chinaman to prison?"
                                                                                                        Col. Speak, you scamp! What has induced you to dress yourself like—a—speak! nor add a falsehood to your other faults and follies.
                                                                                                        She didn't wait for Bond's answer, but moved on down and joined the Chiefs of Staff meeting.
                                                                                                        The sex merchant bent down and pulled out from beneath a bench what looked like a small wired rabbit-hutch. He put this on the bench and Kissy saw that it contained four large toads on a bed of moss. Next he produced a metal contraption that had the appearance of a hot-plate with a small wire cage in the middle. He carefully lifted out one of the toads and placed it inside the cage so that it squatted on the metal surface. Then he hauled a large car battery on to the bench, put it alongside the 'hot-plate' and attached wires from one to the other. Then he spoke some encouraging endearments to the toad and stood back.


                                                                                                        The girl got to her feet and pushed open the door. Bond gritted his teeth and crawled out on to the moonlit platform and when he saw the dark patch on the ground, rage and revenge gave him strength and he got clumsily to his feet, shaking his head to keep the red-black waves from drowning him and, with Tiffany Case's arm round him, he limped along the wooden boards to where they sloped down towards the ground beside the gleaming rails.
                                                                                                        A: Yes, I have two children by my first marriage — a boy 26 and a girl 22. He's working at a gas station and the girl is a senior at Boston College … . When she left home at 15, I said the only thing I ask of her was not to smoke. So she's done that. What else she does, I don't know, but she doesn't smoke.
                                                                                                        The poet Whittier writes:
                                                                                                        Gala was jerked back, but she remembered to let the coat with her guilty hand in its folds fall on the seat between her and the driver.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            • Now the covering troops and the stretcher-bearers were hurrying for the exit, getting down under cover of the guard wall. There would be five minutes' delay to clear the area before the bomb squad, now waiting bunched at the main gate, would go in.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • Bond obediently put a quarter into the slot and bent over so that his nose and mouth were enclosed in a wide black rubber mouthpiece. He pressed a button and, as instructed, breathed in and out slowly for a full minute. It was just like breathing very cold air-no taste, no smell. At the end of the minute there was a click from the machine and Bond straightened himself. He felt nothing but a slight dizziness, but later he recognized that there had been carelessness in the ironical grin he gave to a man with a leather shaving kit under his arm who had been standing watching him.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • Major Smythe cursed and twisted around in the water. Yes, it had done what the scorpionfish so often does-gone for refuge to the nearest algae-covered rock, and there, confident in its superb camouflage, gone to ground on the seaweed. Major Smythe had only to swim a few feet, lunge down again, this time more accurately, and he had it, flapping and squirming on the end of his spear.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    •   God, they must be unbelievably disciplined, I thought. Total focus and dedication. The Shaolinmonks of running.