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Even those we may not acquaint ourselves with in greater detail deserve such support for positively prestigious goals. And even in such a case,...
"November"? I do not believe I have ever heard of that young man.
I would most certainly hope we do not turn the girl into Ayn Rand.
It does appear that your interview as such has been a success - and for such a factor, I must congratulate you wholeheartedly, my good friend. Do...
That shall indeed be quite wonderful, I must say.
That is absolutely wonderful, sir - I wish you the greatest of luck in doing so, though I am quite confident that you shall indeed receive such an...
I may be quite troublesome at times, however.
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I most certainly wish dying my hair would suddenly grant me the powers of floating hiragana directly below my chin.
You and me could speak some bad Romansh.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks, Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same, And my blocks must create unbroken rows. Long live Stalin! He loves you. Sing these words, or you know what he'll do -
I am the man who arranges the blocks, That continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks, But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry. But the workers will rise! We will not compromise, For we know that the old regime must die. Long live Lenin, kill the Tsar, We salute the sickle and star!
I am the man who arranges the blocks, That continue to fall from up above. Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite! A collective regime of peace and love.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine, And the lines will be formed as they fall. Then I see, that I have misjudged it, I should not have nudged it, after all. Can I have a long one, please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
I must say that if this is Mr. Hitchcock's autobiography then I am most certainly not a fan of his latest works.
That descend upon me from up above.