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Inspirasi Kediri Bertutur

                                • Forever?
                                  It was the one she had worn at her bosom. We all looked for it; I myself looked everywhere, I am certain - but nobody could find it.



                                                                • Apart from its musical significance, the City Opera has become a sort of living symbol for the arts in America, flourishing in the face of financial hardships, and somehow emerging more creative, more artistically exciting because of those hardships. Why else would people like Beverly Sills and Sherrill Milnes perform at City for a top fee of ,000, or even for free, when they can get ,000 for a night's work elsewhere?
                                                                  "Every penny you've got," said Drax cheerfully. "How much can you afford?"
                                                                  They walked on down the gentle slope and were soon out of sight of the firing point and the high wire fence.

                                                                   

                                                                  "Mos" refreshin'," said Quarrel stolidly.

                                                                  Now they were at the end of the straight. The car skidded round the curve where the corner of the harbour bit into the land. Another five hundred yards and they would be at the intersection. Bond looked back. There was no sign of the other car. Here was the signpost. Quarrel did a racing change and hurled the car round on a tight lock. He pulled in to the side and dowsed his lights. Bond turned and waited. At once he heard the roar of a big car at speed. Lights blazed on, looking for them. Then the car was past and tearing on towards Kingston. Bond had time to notice that it was a big American type taxicab and that there was no one in it but the driver. Then it was gone.
                                                                  Occasionally some outstanding mind in peculiarly stimulating circumstances would cause a minor revolution in some branch of culture, the consequences of which might afford to less original workers decades of minuter exploration. But in the main, since social circumstances remained stable, culture became more and more traditional.
                                                                  Bond dug in his sticks and bent down to unlatch his skis. He fell over sideways. If only he could just lie there, go to sleep on the hard, trodden snow that felt like swansdown! He gave a small groan and heaved himself gingerly into a crouch. The bindings were frozen solid, caked, like his boots, with ice. He got one of his sticks and hacked feebly at the metal and tried again. At last the latches sprang and the thongs were off. Where to put the bloody things, hide their brilliant red markings? He lugged them down the trodden path towards the entrance, gay with fairy lights, shoved the skis and the sticks under a big saloon car, and staggered on. The man at the ticket-table was as drunk as Bond seemed.

                                                                                                • The big man stood for a moment and looked up at the deep blue sky. His fingers opened in a spasm and let go the knife. His pierced heart stuttered and limped and stopped. He crashed flat back and lay, his arms flung wide, as if someone had thrown him away.

                                                                                                                                • 鈥榊ou may cite the Parable of the Prodigal Son. That is exactly what I would cite for my view of the subject. Poor Q., if a son, is the Prodigal Son, beginning to be in want, and hiring himself out,鈥攆eeding swine. If, when he was longing for even husks, he had been coaxed and asked out to dinner, would he ever have 鈥渃ome to himself,鈥 would he ever have cried, 鈥淚 will arise, and go to my Father?鈥 Was it easy for him to go, in a far country, as he was? Was he not ready to sacrifice his pride, and go amongst his Father鈥檚 servants as a beggar? If Q. would have the Prodigal鈥檚 reception, he must do what the Prodigal did.

                                                                                                                                                                • 'It can hardly be necessary for me to confirm anything stated by my brother,' said Miss Murdstone; 'but I beg to observe, that, of all the boys in the world, I believe this is the worst boy.'

                                                                                                                                                                                                • Beneath, at the end of the docket, the Head of the Caribbean and Central American Section had minuted "I concur," signed "C.A." To this Chief of Staff had added, in red ink, "Noted. C.O.S."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • Physic nut (Jatropha curcas): bushy tree. Raw seeds violently purgative, often fatal due to exhaustion. Caribbean.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • "Doubtless you know that Turks Island, about three hundred miles from here through the Windward Passage, is the most important centre for testing the guided missiles of the United States?"

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