Some people with Tourette's have flinging tics- sudden, seemingly motiveless urges or compulsions to throw objects..... (I see somewhat similar flinging behaviors- though not tics- in my two year old godson, now in a stage of primal antinomianism and anarchy)
I think people in Botswana are pleased that my books paint a positive picture of their lives and portray the country as being very special. They've made a great success of their country, and the people are fed up with the constant reporting of only the problems and poverty of the continent. They welcome something which puts the positive side.
- Wy, ludzie, mÃ³wicie o ?yciu i ?mierci, jakby to by?y dwie rzeczy wzajemnie si? wykluczaj?ce, jakby nie istnia?a rzeka, b?d?ca rÃ³wnie? drog?, czy pie??, b?d?ca kolorem.- Bo nie istniej? - odpar? Cie?. - Prawda? - Echa znad wody powtarza?y szeptem jego s?owa.- Musisz pami?ta? - rzek? cierpko pan Ibis - ?e ?ycie i ?mier? to dwie strony tej samej monety, jak orze? i reszka na ?wier?dolarÃ³wce.- A gdybym mia? ?wier?dolarÃ³wk? o dwÃ³ch or?ach?- Ale nie masz. Miewaj? je tylko g?upcy i bogowie.
Natasha, with a vigorous turn from her heel on to her toe, walked over to the middle of the room and stood still... Natasha took the first note, her throat swelled, her bosom heaved, a serious expression came into her face. She was thinking of no one and of nothing at that moment, and from her smiling mouth poured forth notes, those notes that anyone can produce at the same intervals, and hold for the same length of time, yet a thousand times leave us cold, and the thousand and first time they set us thrilling and weeping.
I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.