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He said he would come if he could.
Res o dhyn y wul artalangbot langbot
if he could handle
Ple’ma Britney Spears?langbot langbot
if he could take
Hi a vynnas konvedhes.langbot langbot
He said he would come if he could. / This moves the above sentence back a step in time. Y to is imperfect, and kalla is imperfect subjunctive.
Usi hi tre?langbot langbot
At once Judas grew angry. He did not speak out of love but to get a big share of the fund if he could. He was a rogue, a villain; he had been a thief to the end. He ran to sell Christ his Lord to the Jews.
Da yw genes avalow.langbot langbot
As it is written, he is always round about us with violence in case he can bring us from the good to do evil. Much more furiously he seeks us than does a lion his prey. If he could bring a man to woe, never would he desire more joy.
Gwra redya an lyver ma!langbot langbot
As far as he could remember, Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented.
Yw res dhyn mos?langbot langbot
Jesus Christ said, "You must not tempt your God into any kind of enthralment, but always honour him." And again the Devil cast a plan of another kind to see if, in some way involving greed, he could make him change his mind.
Pyth yw dha hanow?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.
Res yw dhis dalleth skon.langbot langbot
‘So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to himself; the Seven also, or else they are destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that no longer troubles him. He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. If he recovers it, then he will command them all again, wherever they be, even the Three, and all that has been wrought with them will be laid bare, and he will be stronger than ever.
Henn o y hanow.langbot langbot
Because of the piercing of thorns as he was stretched out, there was no way he could stop his head leaning downward. because of the wreath he was wearing, if he leaned to one side it hurt him because of his shoulder, and the wood hurt even worse if he laid it backward.
Ogas dhe’n gorsav yth on ni trigys.langbot langbot
‘All the same,’ said Frodo, ‘even if Bilbo could not kill Gollum, I wish he had not kept the Ring. I wish he had never found it, and that I had not got it! Why did you let me keep it? Why didn’t you make me throw it away, or, or destroy it?’
Ny yll'ta gul hemma.langbot langbot
Jesus Christ asked the people who came there with the traitor in his service, "What is it that you want?" They replied, "It is Jesus, if only we could find him." The lord replied, "I am he indeed."
An diwettha tren yw.langbot langbot
Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to himself, what he felt or thought that night, though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of his life. The nearest he ever got was to say: ‘Well, sir, if I could grow apples like that, I would call myself a gardener. But it was the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean.’
A wra glaw hedhyw?langbot langbot
Then the young lord knew that he had power over Finvarra, and he said to his workmen that they should continue to dig with a good heart, because without doubt they were near to the fairies’ palace now. So by midday a great ravine had been cut down to the centre of the hill. Now, if someone put his ear to the ground he could hear strange soft music. And voices were heard all around in the air.
Henn yw hy harer.langbot langbot
‘ “I come from yonder,” he said, slow and stiff-like, pointing back west, over my fields, if you please. “Have you seen Baggins?” he asked in a queer voice, and bent down towards me. I could not see any face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold.
My a gosk y’m chambour.langbot langbot
There was a sudden deep silence, in which Frodo could hear his heart beating. After a long slow moment he heard plain, but far away, as if it was coming down through the ground or through thick walls, an answering voice singing:
Pyth yw henna?langbot langbot
How had this bastard known what I was looking for – and how had he found it? My own brain had been switched off for an hour or more – so he couldn’t have been tapping into me. Could he? Maybe I had been dreaming? If so, what about? I retrieved the kitbag of supplies that the Sergeant had given us – and which David had immediately dumped when I fell asleep. We squeezed into the entrance to the tunnel – which required a little excavation before it would let us pass – and travelled inside as far as we dared (a couple of hundred metres, maybe.) Away from the entrance, we had to use ‘the touch method’ to make our way since, as far as I could see in the kitbag of supplies, we did not have a torch. My claustrophobia returned but David, as always, was okay. I slept again. He fell into a torpor. We stayed that way, I guess, for about 24 hours since the sun was, once again, high in the sky by the time we emerged again.
My re bia owth assaya kavos ow alhwedh.langbot langbot
Grandfather was very deaf: he always wore a hearing-aid but, in spite of that, he could never hear well, neither with it nor without it. So everyone had to shout at him, if they wanted him to hear what they were saying. His own voice was soft and low. He was a silent man, by and large, and perhaps somewhat shy, I believe. So, a conversation with grandfather was a little strange: a shout, followed by a whisper, a shout, a whisper, etc.
Yma hi ow kul ergh arta.langbot langbot
Their going was very slow. To prevent their getting separated and wandering in different directions they went in file, with Frodo leading. Sam was behind him, and after him came Pippin, and then Merry. The valley seemed to stretch on endlessly. Suddenly Frodo saw a hopeful sign. On either side ahead a darkness began to loom through the mist; and he guessed that they were at last approaching the gap in the hills, the north-gate of the Barrow-downs. If they could pass that, they would be free.
Hi a yll dos.langbot langbot
It was these ‘spot-fires’ that the authorities had been concentrating on in the first days after the initial outbreak. If they could locate the source of a fresh outbreak quickly – and he (or they) wasn’t usually trying to hide – they could stamp out that fresh outbreak completely. Picking off one or two zombies ahead of the ‘tide’ was a much more achievable goal than successfully confronting a vast and uncontrolled army of the things on a wide front. There had been, apparently, hundreds of plague spot fires controlled in this way but many more were still occurring – according to the BBC, at least. I couldn’t argue with this part of the strategy – but, of necessity, it meant that we, in Melbourne, would remain on our own for some time to come. Or did it? The BBC newscast, somewhat cryptically, concluded by saying that overseas forces were on the way to reinforce the Australian troops (we’d guessed that much) and that, in preparation for their arrival, the Port of Melbourne would need to be retaken – and the facilities made ready - in order to receive and process troop and supply ships. (And, incidentally, to stop the infected from exiting overseas.) The Port of Melbourne? That was only a mile or so from the university. Perhaps we’d be seeing action sooner than we thought.
I a vynn gweres.langbot langbot
Frodo drew the Ring out of his pocket again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and smooth, without mark or device that he could see. The gold looked very fair and pure, and Frodo thought how rich and beautiful was its colour, how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable thing and altogether precious. When he took it out he had intended to fling it from him into the very hottest part of the fire. But he found now that he could not do so, not without a great struggle. He weighed the Ring in his hand, hesitating, and forcing himself to remember all that Gandalf had told him; and then with an effort of will he made a movement, as if to cast it away - but he found that he had put it back in his pocket.
Res yw dhyn gul henna.langbot langbot
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers—of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back—but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
Yw res dhis gul hemma lemmyn?langbot langbot
The Teaching of the Ancestors (Mk 7.1–13) 1Then some Pharisees and teachers of the Law came from Jerusalem to Jesus and asked him, 2“Why is it that your disciples disobey the teaching handed down by our ancestors? They don't wash their hands in the proper way before they eat!” 3Jesus answered, “And why do you disobey God's command and follow your own teaching? 4For God said, ‘Respect your father and your mother,’ and ‘Whoever curses his father or his mother is to be put to death.’ 5But you teach that if a person has something he could use to help his father or mother, but says, ‘This belongs to God,’ 6he does not need to honour his father. In this way you disregard God's command, in order to follow your own teaching. 7You hypocrites! How right Isaiah was when he prophesied about you! 8‘These people, says God, honour me with their words, but their heart is really far away from me. 9It is no use for them to worship me, because they teach human rules as though they were my laws!’ ” The Things that Make a Person Unclean (Mk 7.14–23) 10Then Jesus called the crowd to him and said to them, “Listen and understand! 11It is not what goes into a person's mouth that makes him ritually unclean; rather, what comes out of it makes him unclean.” 12Then the disciples came to him and said, “Do you know that the Pharisees had their feelings hurt by what you said?” 13“Every plant which my Father in heaven did not plant will be pulled up,” answered Jesus. 14“Don't worry about them! They are blind leaders of the blind; and when one blind man leads another, both fall into a ditch.” 15Peter spoke up, “Explain this saying to us.” 16Jesus said to them, “You are still no more intelligent than the others. 17Don't you understand? Anything that goes into a person's mouth goes into his stomach and then on out of his body. 18But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and these are the things that make a person ritually unclean. 19For from his heart come the evil ideas which lead him to kill, commit adultery, and do other immoral things; to rob, lie, and slander others. 20These are the things that make a person unclean. But to eat without washing your hands as they say you should — this doesn't make a person unclean.” A Woman's Faith (Mk 7.24–30) 21Jesus left that place and went off to the territory near the cities of Tyre and Sidon. 22A Canaanite woman who lived in that region came to him. “Son of David!” she cried out. “Have mercy on me, sir! My daughter has a demon and is in a terrible condition.” 23But Jesus did not say a word to her. His disciples came to him and begged him, “Send her away! She is following us and making all this noise!” 24Then Jesus replied, “I have been sent only to the lost sheep of the people of Israel.” 25At this the woman came and fell at his feet. “Help me, sir!” she said. 26Jesus answered, “It isn't right to take the children's food and throw it to the dogs.” 27“That's true, sir,” she answered; “but even the dogs eat the leftovers that fall from their masters' table.” 28So Jesus answered her, “You are a woman of great faith! What you want will be done for you.” And at that very moment her daughter was healed. Jesus Heals Many People 29Jesus left there and went along by Lake Galilee. He climbed a hill and sat down. 30Large crowds came to him, bringing with them the lame, the blind, the crippled, the dumb, and many other sick people, whom they placed at Jesus' feet; and he healed them. 31The people were amazed as they saw the dumb speaking, the crippled made whole, the lame walking, and the blind seeing; and they praised the God of Israel. Jesus Feeds Another Great Crowd (Mk 8.1–10) 32Jesus called his disciples to him and said, “I feel sorry for these people, because they have been with me for three days and now have nothing to eat. I don't want to send them away without feeding them, for they might faint on their way home.” 33The disciples asked him, “Where will we find enough food in this desert to feed this crowd?” 34“How much bread have you?” Jesus asked. “Seven loaves,” they answered, “and a few small fish.” 35So Jesus ordered the crowd to sit down on the ground. 36Then he took the seven loaves and the fish, gave thanks to God, broke them, and gave them to the disciples; and the disciples gave them to the people. 37They all ate and had enough. Then the disciples took up seven baskets full of pieces left over. 38The number of men who ate was 4,000, not counting the women and children. 39Then Jesus sent the people away, got into a boat, and went to the territory of Magadan.
Kas yw genev gwav.langbot langbot
David didn’t “come quietly” – but he did come. The cattle-prod is a remarkably effective tool of persuasion, even on a zombie. Once again, we were blindfolded. Why I cannot say. Perhaps they didn’t want us getting familiar with the layout of the place. Perhaps they wanted to calm David down – though the cattle-prod had done a terrific job of revving him up. It’s amazing what 10,000 volts will do to even dead flesh. Soon enough, David and I found ourselves on stage in a large meeting hall. A lecture had apparently already commenced and we could hear the Captain’s voice droning on and on. He obviously enjoyed the sound of his own voice but I could not be so sure of the audience. Our blindfolds were removed and a curtain was raised to reveal all. David roared as if on cue and the hundreds of fresh-faced Yankee soldiers gasped as one. Pure theatre. I looked towards the Captain, standing at the microphone. He was in Seventh Heaven. I didn’t begrudge him his petty pleasure (not that one, anyway). After all, I was still alive and he held power of life and death over me and David. The audience resumed breathing. The lecture continued. Damn this man was boring! Over and over again he repeated the same broad observations concerning the appearance of zombies: grey skin colour, dull eyes, unkempt appearance, enlarged lips, ... Really basic stuff that any member of the audience could observe for himself within a matter of seconds. Did this man not have any insights of his own to offer? Evidently not. Still, this was hardly surprising. How long had he actually spent observing zombies and how many had he observed? Answers: not very long and probably only one. So, what made him think he was qualified to give a lecture to the troops on zombies?
Dha gi yw hemma.langbot langbot
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