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Ple'th esov vy?langbot langbot
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Prag ymons i ow kul hemma?langbot langbot
‘How terrifying!’ said Frodo. There was another long silence. The sound of Sam Gamgee cutting the lawn came in from the garden.
Eus pellwolok y’th chambour?langbot langbot
You felt there was a lack of clarity about how the aims, objectives, values and investment areas worked together to deliver the vision.
My a wor neuvya.englishtainment-tm-LjaQfp1B englishtainment-tm-LjaQfp1B
How was the weather in Italy? It was hot, certainly, very hot. What sort of salesman is James? Which man is your father-in-law? See over there! The short, fat person. Who was her true friend? We all went down to the beach together in order to swim. What is that behind the cupboard? It's surely an old newspaper. The abridgement of the book was too short, I think. I bought twelve new eggs at the farm. What time was it when she came home again? A few words are the best. There was not much wine left for dinner I wanted to go. I was between the rock and the sea. Aren't you cold by the door there? Put some oil in the engine; it's empty it seems. The story 'A Thousand and One Nights' is not one story but many stories in one book. How was the weather at that time? It was cold, very cold. There was a hole in the roof of her house and that same hole was wide.
Res yw dhymm dalleth.langbot langbot
We were there in numbers—and I was impressed with how organised the antifascists were. I was also impressed with the number of people who turned up from all different groups and walks of life. The vast majority of people on our side lived in Newquay, or were Cornish, or both. Which is not to say solidarity from upcountry is not welcome and appreciated!
Yw da genes kevewya?langbot langbot
Renewable energy creation, increasingly owned by communities, will mean less leakage from the Cornish economy in how we purchase energy, creating the revenues that will financially support sustainable communities. There was deep feeling locally that the area needed to be nurtured, protected and guided into the future - and that the best people to do this are those who live here.
Yma tri hi dhe Tom.englishtainment-tm-4gq3qjnP englishtainment-tm-4gq3qjnP
By the cross of Jesus there was a man called a centurion. When he had seen so many marvels concerning the death of christ, and how he had unnaturally yielded up his soul with a cry, he said, without mockery, ``this is god's son indeed. and many there were with him bore witness to it.
Nyns esa Maria ena.langbot langbot
During this time, the police made two arrests—released relatively quickly without charge, especially as one was a case of mistaken identity. This further highlights how desperate the police were to punish antifascists just for being there.
My a garsa kavos hanafas a de.langbot langbot
So, the other groups had been left to their fates as well. Again, why? Were they, too, so worthless? Then, a few hours after that, all the phones went dead and, at the same time, the TV broadcasts stopped completely. A curious coincidence, you might think. Actually, the TV broadcasts stopped in the middle of ‘The Jetsons’. (But, don’t worry, I’d seen the episode before and well knew that Mr Spacely ultimately reinstated George Jetson – and even gave him a raise! So, I was able to assuage the understandable anxiety that the interrupted transmission had caused to the other survivors by advising them of George’s fate.) After that, we were merely left to speculation as to what was happening outside the campus. (A search for a short-wave radio turned up nothing.) Our discussions went around in circles for hour upon hour. What else was there to do? After all, the library’s snack-food vending machines had already been looted. The single fact that gnawed at all of us was this: one day there were no zombies and the next day there were hundreds of them – all young, all male. How was that possible? We had seen for ourselves that the infection spread by bite, by saliva, I suppose. We had also seen that guys who were bitten took at least two days to succumb – and then return as zombies. In David’s case, of course, he’d lasted for a whole seven days so far. (Though it didn’t look like he’d go much further than that.) So, let’s suppose there was a “Patient Zero”, the first guy to be infected, being treated somewhere in one of the hospitals or clinics around Parkville. How does he manage to bite hundreds of other guys, more or less simultaneously, and instantly turn them into zombies? There were a few of those sheltering in the Baillieu who were studying either biochemistry or medicine. They confirmed what we were all thinking: that’s just not how epidemics work. So, how ...?
Pyth esowgh hwi ow hwilas?langbot langbot
This was exactly what I needed. What was happening ‘out there’? How far had the plague spread and what was the world doing about it? Curiously, the Zombie Apocalypse was not the leading news item. “That’s probably good news,” I thought. “Probably.” As it turned out, the discussion that Paul and I had recently, outside the crypt, had been half-right. This was not bad, considering our almost complete lack of data at the time. The bit we’d guessed correctly concerned how far the vanguard zombies had managed to spread the plague simply by walking out from ground zero in Melbourne. The current ‘battle front’ was indeed being fought on three separate fronts: one in each of the three regional cities of Geelong, Ballarat and Bendigo. The vanguard had got to those cities within days of the initial outbreak, catching the populace completely unprepared – just as Melbourne and its suburbs had been. This vanguard was being continually reinforced, from Melbourne, by a steady supply of graduate or ‘new’ zombies. (That is, the guys who’d been bitten in the first few days but had taken some time to ‘change’.) So, each of those regional cities had now become the site of daily pitched battles between the zombies and a relatively ad hoc civilian-cum-military resistance. Given the inadequate nature of the initial response, the civil authorities had determined that it was better to impose a complete news blackout at local level rather than cause unnecessary panic among the civilians. Do you follow that logic? No, I didn’t either. In those first few days, it seems the military authorities took the view that, if they could do nothing effective to counter the zombies, it was preferable to maintain civil order in places where the zombies had not yet reached (and simply abandon the residents of Greater Melbourne to their fate – which neatly explained why we had seen no helicopters after Day One). Well, maybe there was a certain misconceived logic in those first few days – when the authorities thought they might yet contain the plague to Melbourne and the area immediately surrounding that city. But this strategy, if that is a worthy description, gave the residents of the three outlying regional cities no warning, no chance to flee in an orderly manner – or to start preparing their defences as soon as possible.
Ev yw ow broder.langbot langbot
What did he hold in his hand? Show it to me, please! Are there any goats in the field? Yes! How many? Four goats. What time was it when she came home? Ten minutes after six. Put coal on the fire. It's cold. He has much money. He's rich. This is not the same bag as the first one. I want to ascend that high hill. I am not a good salesman. They wished to go then when they were not pleased with what I said. You cannot play football in that field. We love an amusing story. What colour are those jars? They are yellow. We do not see the Cornish flag above the church tower in this town.
My a’th kar!langbot langbot
They dug a deep trench around the car park. Hurry, hurry! There's snow coming! Who shouted like that? Grey clouds bring rain. How was his reply? How silly it was! See here! My hair. I've pulled two white hairs from it! John asked the farmer, 'What sort of trees are they?' He replied, 'They are oaks.' All the children shout, 'Cornwall for ever!' I am pleased at that. Every car has four wheels. The fifth one is inside it. The boys are hungry. Mother will give them some food. But is there enough food in the refrigerator? Yes! There is a lot of bread andbutter still left as well. Sit at the back, please. There's no place left beside me. You will be very useful here working with us.
My a aswon an benenes na.langbot langbot
And I was considering. The woman there beside me was completely different. She had not offered me her body - she just held me in her arms and kissed me. Thus, she had given me much more than her body, she had given me my life and her love. How can I consider another woman? Who was this woman and how did I meet her? This story set in Cornwall and Tenerife will tell you everything.
Yma hi ow tybri aval.langbot langbot
David didn’t seem to want to leave the comfort and fun of the truck cabin. He was enjoying the ride and his elevated position above the hoi-poloi – or so it seemed to me. So, I dragged him out. He came back with me to the crypt – but only with considerable bad grace. (Lots of huffing and groaning.) I met Paul outside the crypt. “We’ve got the truck. It’s bursting with food- enough to feed a small army. It’s parked outside the front entrance. You and Charles must come with us. You’ll be much safer with the others at the Baillieu, now that they will have food.” Paul turned it over in his mind. There was a problem. “How will I sell it to Charles? He thinks the zombies are roundhead soldiers from the mid-17th century. He doesn’t understand the danger we are in by staying here – more or less alone and isolated.” “Leave it to me, my Friend.” I ran into the crypt, ahead of David and Paul, exclaiming breathlessly: “Your Royal Majesty, I have just received word from Henrietta-Maria (i.e. Jude). The cavalier troops have regrouped not far from here. She begs that you join them and take command.” A king should sit at the head of his army, shouldn’t he? “Oh, goody. We do love that girl!” came Charles’ joyous response. No more problem – it was Paul’s turn to admire my own wit and guile. Quickly Paul and Charles gathered their essential belongings and, with only minimal resistance from the zombies who had gathered about in apparent curiosity, we succeeded in getting back to the truck and piling into its cab. (Speed was the key to our safe passage.) “And now, to the Baillieu!” I shouted.
Fatel yw an gewer?langbot langbot
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Henn yw nowodhow koth.langbot langbot
‘And I’ve heard tell that Elves are moving west. They do say they are going to the harbours, out away beyond the White Towers.’ Sam waved his arm vaguely: neither he nor any of them knew how far it was to the Sea, past the old towers beyond the western borders of the Shire. But it was an old tradition that away over there stood the Grey Havens, from which at times elven-ships set sail, never to return.
Res yw dhymm dyski Frynkek.langbot langbot
“Okay,” I replied. “Let’s suppose there is indeed a leading edge to the infection, carried forward by a small band of fleet-footed and unidirectional zombies. They would be travelling at not less than 20km per day – after making a proper allowance for lost time due to their undertaking only absolutely essential murder and mayhem.” “Agreed. A reasonable estimate,” said Paul. “20 km per day for nine days. So, the fastest group of zombies – and therefore the infection itself – is now nearly two hundred km away from central Melbourne.” “But that means the infection would have reached the three major regional cities in Victoria: Geelong, Ballarat and Bendigo,” I observed, stating the obvious. Paul shrugged: “I just hope none of the zombies can drive or fly!” This casual remark – made in jest – made me think of David. You never quite knew what he might be capable of – particularly if he could tap into my mind at will. But there was no time to worry about that possibility now. How many people were within a 200km radius of Melbourne if you included those major regional cities? I didn’t know. I wasn’t up on population statistics at the time. I guessed, maybe, two or three million. And let’s assume that none of the girls (nor gay men?) became zombies, how many potential zombies did that mean? Somewhere between one and one and a half million? Hmm. But, of course, many victims were so badly injured by zombie attack that they simply could not reanimate. Beyond that, perhaps a lot of folk, knowing what was on the way, had fled in front of the leading edge of the epidemic. That would reduce the numbers substantially. Then again, so far as I could see, there had been a total news blackout. So, how would people find out that they needed to flee before it was too late? And, once the numbers of zombies had grown from hundreds to thousands, wouldn’t the leading edge become like an irresistible tidal wave, sweeping all before it? Paul and I calmly debated all of this, debated the end of civilisation as we knew it (or so it seemed) but reached no firm conclusions. The information we had was paltry – we were simply working on guesswork.
Pyth esos ta ow kul?langbot langbot
Why was that? Just as many girls had been bitten – maybe more. Some had gone down with a fever but never real bad. No, not real bad. In a day or two, there was no more fever, no more symptoms at all. But the guys? Well, every one that had been bitten was now gone – except David. And finally, he, too, stood on the threshold of his next existence (if ‘existence’ was an apt word for what the others had become.) He moaned a little. I poured a little water on his lips. Mopped his brow. He relaxed and settled again. “Not long to go now, Mate,” I said, knowing he could not hear me. “But I’m still here. I won’t leave you.” I knew I would not leave him. Not ever. It was inconceivable. How had it come to this: a bunch of starving, scared kids holed up in a university library, surrounded by a mob of creatures that loitered noisily outside, wishing for nothing but to devour them? There had been no warning, no warning at all. This is how it was for us: David and I were sitting in a French lecture, ground floor, Redmond Barry Building, taking in lots about “Les philosophes”, when bang! In burst eight, ten, maybe a dozen of them, roaring and tearing, roaring and tearing. We thought it was a joke at first, some sort of student prank for ‘Prosh Week’. Only it wasn’t Prosh Week. And then one of the things seized the lecturer and tore her throat clean out, and when her arterial blood squirted some feet in the air, David and I knew it was no prank. The screaming started. Shrill, panicked screaming. The students were mainly female – David and I were very definitely in the minority. (We had liked it that way.) The creatures then hurled themselves at those in the auditorium – at those in the front rows, the most studious – and started tearing at them. More blood, much more blood, shredded clothing and flesh.
Askus vy!langbot langbot
The Would-be Followers of Jesus (Lk 9.57–62) 18When Jesus noticed the crowd round him, he ordered his disciples to go to the other side of the lake. 19A teacher of the Law came to him. “Teacher,” he said, “I am ready to go with you wherever you go.” 20Jesus answered him, “Foxes have holes, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lie down and rest.” 21Another man, who was a disciple, said, “Sir, first let me go back and bury my father.” 22“Follow me,” Jesus answered, “and let the dead bury their own dead.” Jesus Calms a Storm (Mk 4.35–41; Lk 8.22–25) 23Jesus got into a boat, and his disciples went with him. 24Suddenly a fierce storm hit the lake, and the boat was in danger of sinking. But Jesus was asleep. 25The disciples went to him and woke him up. “Save us, Lord!” they said. “We are about to die!” 26“Why are you so frightened?” Jesus answered. “How little faith you have!” Then he got up and ordered the winds and the waves to stop, and there was a great calm. 27Everyone was amazed. “What kind of man is this?” they said. “Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
A allav vy kewsel orth Judy?langbot langbot
I banged three times on the inside of the truck walls – this had been my pre- arranged signal to Paul and Charles, who were still (relatively) safe inside the cab. I turned to the now-breathless Jude. “Time to shut up shop now, Jude. Dave can’t keep them at bay for much longer,” I said, breathless myself. “You can come back later – I’m leaving the truck. And, by the way, you’ve got guests.” Jude looked at me in amazement: “Guests?” Paul and Charles answered her question at that moment by tumbling from the truck’s roof – their fall broken by the human chains still working beneath them. Even “Royalty” decided to dispense with formal introductions and clambered over the members of the now-disintegrating chains, passing hurriedly through the library doors to comparative safety. At that moment, the zombie press broke through and snapping jaws appeared beneath the sills of the truck’s still-open rear doors. The human chain sounded the retreat and I pushed Jude roughly out of the cargo section of the truck. Her fall, too, was cushioned by the backs of the others. I jumped to the ground and slammed the refrigerated truck’s rear door firmly shut. (No sense in letting the warm air in, was there?) The diesel engine was still running – and so was the refrigeration unit – but for how long? I was abruptly seized by two of the closest zombies and, briefly wondered if my luck had run out. It hadn’t. The figure of David burst through (actually, over) the press and was swiftly at my side, beating at those who had seized me. He roared with renewed vigour – and, once again, the Earth seemed to shake. David had saved my life – again. Thanks, mate. Jude was the last of the Baillieu survivors to get back inside. She lingered at the open glass doors. “Pete!” she yelled. “Come back in.” This wasn’t going to happen – not without David.
Da yw gensi an dhyskadores.langbot langbot
Recently I saw some thoughts from someone inside the language community saying how ‘it’s not yet possible to raise a child in the language and that there isn’t yet a child raised in the language’. That’s not the way to encourage people to try. I was surprised to see this because I know of people raised to speak Cornish. But this did no more than to fuel my hope to continue on as well and I hope Neythen will not be the only child of his generation speaking Cornish.
Yma jynn-amontya dhymm.langbot langbot
He read the document: “Where is the rest of your squad?” “In the front carriage of the train, Sir. Only I need to travel with the coffin.” I guessed that he would be simply too idle to check the front carriage for the rest of my squad. “But there’s no mention of any coffin in these orders, Sergeant. How is that?” “Well, Sir, you will recall that there were no military casualties in the engagement outside the university. So, ...” “And you were there?” “Yessir, I was,” I replied. “And were there? Were there casualties, Sergeant? Unofficially, of course,” pursued the Major. This put me in a dilemma: did I reveal what was obviously a military secret (i.e. the fact that there had actually been casualties) or did I refuse to answer the direct question of a superior officer? I took the same line as before: “I’m not at liberty to answer that question , Major.” I waited, still staring straight ahead, still standing at attention. David had been listening in. He was obviously unhappy. I could hear him making little grunts and groans of protest from within the coffin – and, so, I think, could the Major. “Can you hear something, Sergeant?” I put on a puzzled expression and responded: “Only the noise of the train, Sir.” David’s unhappy noises subsided for a moment but the Major was still not content. “Well, Sergeant,” he said. “I understand that you may not be able to answer my questions directly...” Okay. “... but you can satisfy my curiosity by opening the coffin, can’t you?”
Res yw dhymm dybri.langbot langbot
Melbourne General Cemetery All good things come to an end and I decided to leave the cinema when David was showing signs of boredom. After all, there’s only so much colour and movement that a dead-eyed zombie can take, isn’t there? I’m not sure how much of the movies David actually saw – most of the time he seemed quite inert but, then again, I was concentrating on the screen. They say the movie industry booms in depression times. Well, the movies were a big hit with me that day – they took my mind right off the horrors I’d seen in the preceding days. David had had enough and, it seemed, wanted to move along. Presumably, he wanted to go back to that lovely, cosy basement with all his zombie mates. No thanks, Dave. Uh, uh! So, I needed to distract him – again. We took a stroll along the main shopping strip in Lygon Street – lots of Italian cafes and restaurants in those days and alternative/crafty-type places where I bought my hippy-style clothing and odd toys. (Yes, I dressed like a hippy in those days – and I had such a lovely, big afro hairdo – though there was not a lot of afro blood in my veins). We strolled past ‘The Poppyshop’, purveyor of fine hand-made wombats (a perfect gift for the one you love – if you were a hippy). They sold pretty good paper flowers as well in those days – also an essential item for the latter-day flower child. We entered ‘Tamani’s’ – good, cheap, Italian tucker (the prices were always quoted in lire) – but it was the usual scene of devastation and mayhem, with numerous customers apparently massacred in mid-lasagna or mid lungo-nero, as the case may be. I decided not to raid their food cupboards – the stench of the place made me a little squeamish.
Res yw dhymm kavos karr.langbot langbot
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