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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur


                                                                  ???Ev'n when I was a Child,

                                                                                                                                  “I forget that heavy Heidegger word, but it’s the one that means I’m an expression of this place,”

                                                                                                                                  'Dan is Mr. Peggotty, is he?' said I.
                                                                                                                                  'Any other surprises?' he asked suspiciously.
                                                                                                                                  Of late years, putting aside the Latin classics, I have found my greatest pleasure in our old English dramatists — not from any excessive love of their work, which often irritates me by its want of truth to nature, even while it shames me by its language — but from curiosity in searching their plots and examining their character. If I live a few years longer, I shall, I think, leave in my copies of these dramatists, down to the close of James I., written criticisms on every play. No one who has not looked closely into it knows how many there are.

                                                                                                                                   


                                                                                                                                  Mr. Barkis rubbed his cheek with his cuff, and then looked at his cuff as if he expected to find some of the bloom upon it; but made no other acknowledgement of the compliment.

                                                                                                                                  As Bond sat silent, Le Chiffre suddenly grinned wolfishly. He must have won.
                                                                                                                                  Bond took a shower and changed and walked down the road and had two Bourbon old-fashioneds and the Chicken Dinner at .80 in the air-conditioned eating house on the corner that was as typical of'the American way of life' as the motel. Then he returned to his room and lay on his bed with the Saratogian, from which he learned that a certain T. Bell would be riding Shy Smile in The Perpetuities.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  "Sucking his thumb?" said Bond. He ran his hand distractedly through his hair, a vague memory nagging at him.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  鈥極n this day of all days in the year I could not but write to my own precious sister, even if I had not such a nice, long, interesting letter to thank her for, as I received yesterday....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Or thou shouldst learn the meed of treason. Hence!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  "Birds," said Bond. "I am also a representative of the Audubon Society of New York. They have a lease of part of this island."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Bond knew what 'shock' might mean in his profession. "Good," he said without conviction. He smiled at her and went into his office and closed the door.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Some of the above-mentioned names were of men well and widely known. Lord Metcalfe, at one time Acting Governor-General of India, was a wise and most courteous Indian statesman, whose life has been written by Sir John Kaye. Colonel Sykes was one year Chairman of the Court of Directors. Sir Henry Pottinger was a famous diplomatist. Lord Glenelg, living near, was often in and out, and loved to have a cup of tea at hospitable No. 3.