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Homm yw aga thigen.langbot langbot
that's what I call music
Nyns eus genen marnas te.langbot langbot
the dog that I didn't call
Hemm yw yey.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.’
Res o dhis studhya Sowsnek.langbot langbot
I call upon these persons here present to witness that I (name) do take thee (name) to be my lawful wedded wife (/ husband).
My a vynn ri dhedhi an lyver a-vorow.langbot langbot
‘Well, I call that very queer, and indeed disturbing,’ said Frodo to himself, as he walked towards his companions. Pippin and Sam had remained flat in the grass, and had seen nothing; so Frodo described the rider and his strange behaviour.
Yeyn yw hemma.langbot langbot
30and Esau said to Jacob, Feed me, I pray thee, with that same red pottage; for I am faint: therefore was his name called Edom.
Nyns yw res dhis mos ena.englishtainment-tm-2fzb5IpN englishtainment-tm-2fzb5IpN
17When therefore they were gathered together, Pilate said unto them, Whom will ye that I release unto you? Barabbas, or Jesus which is called Christ?
Yma dhe’m modrep tri flogh.langbot langbot
I hope that your apple trees Will prosper and bear That we may have cider When we call next year
Da yw genev dos omma.langbot langbot
Jesus Christ replied, "He is eating with us." Every one called out, "Lord God, am I that one?" And Jesus answered, "he is eating from my dish. Woe to him that ever he was born from his mother's womb into this world."
My a gar Sowsnek ynwedh.langbot langbot
Now, look, usually when someone does a “four home nations of the UK” thing, I get taisy, because you know the one they’re leaving out is Kernow. I run a tag group called “looks like another map that doesn’t know what Cornwall is, but ok”. I am the guy that pops up to say “you forgot Kernow” and I’m not sorry about it.
Hwi a yll dos.langbot langbot
‘It was not bird or beast,’ said Frodo. ‘It was a call, or a signal - there were words in that cry, though I could not catch them. But no hobbit has such a voice.’
Dha dro yw.langbot langbot
And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
My a vynn oberi.langbot langbot
CHARLES AND PAUL “Well, at the very least, old chap, your brother’s table manners are appalling.” This, in Charlespeak, was a dire insult, the worst he could summon in the circumstances. “Sorry, Charles, there was nothing personal, you understand. He just thought you were lunch,” said I as apologetically as I could. David loitered in the background and repeated the ‘disgust-grunt’ at the suggestion of eating Charles (which, fortunately, Charles did not understand.) “Very well, Oliver, Our Royal Majesty shall overlook this most egregious insult to our person,” said Charles, adopting his most haughty manner. “We shall speak no more of it.” “And really, Oliver,” Charles continued. “Your Roundheads have been behaving in the most beastly way ...” My Roundheads? “...Yfaith, my fine young Cavaliers have been treated very poorly, very poorly indeed.” His Cavaliers? I looked to Paul (whom I now recognised). Paul had emerged from the crypt once he realised David’s attack was over. “You would be Oliver Cromwell?” he asked tentatively. I shrugged. That’s what Charles had always called me. “And, may I take it that your brother has naturally become a general in the Roundhead army?” Behind Charles’ back, Paul nodded and smiled in an exaggerated fashion, suggesting that I ‘play along’. He pointed to Charles, now seated and recovering from his ordeal at David’s hands.
Henn yw ow broder.langbot langbot
The Jews shouted in sheer malice, I believe, ``Deliver us Barabbas and that is what we all request! pilate said again, ``what shall be done about jesus? they called with great fervour, ``let him be put to death!
Diwedhes yw.langbot langbot
‘No thank ’ee,’ said Ted, ‘I won’t. I heard tell of them when I was a youngster, but there’s no call to believe in them now. There’s only one Dragon in Bywater, and that’s Green,’ he said, getting a general laugh.
Da yw ganso ergh.langbot langbot
9Then Abimelech called Abraham, and said unto him, What hast thou done unto us? and what have I offended thee, that thou hast brought on me and on my kingdom a great sin? thou hast done deeds unto me that ought not to be done.
A vydh angewer howlyek de’Sadorn?englishtainment-tm-22vowTTP englishtainment-tm-22vowTTP
Tom stirred like a man shaken out of a pleasant dream. ‘Eh, what?’ said he. ‘Did I hear you calling? Nay, I did not hear: I was busy singing. Just chance brought me then, if chance you call it. It was no plan of mine, though I was waiting for you. We heard news of you, and learned that you were wandering. We guessed you’d come ere long down to the water: all paths lead that way, down to Withywindle. Old grey Willow-man, he’s a mighty singer; and it’s hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes. But Tom had an errand there, that he dared not hinder.’ Tom nodded as if sleep was taking him again; but he went on in a soft singing voice:
Res yw dhymm gul neppyth.langbot langbot
A tentative answer was not too hard to guess at. The corpses that remained lying about were, almost uniformly, quite incomplete. Indeed, some of the ‘corpses’ were actually just ‘bits’. So, it seemed there needed to be enough of the victim still hanging together before reanimation was possible. (Poor Meryl was definitely not going to make a re-appearance – but she was a girl anyway and, as you will recall, girls don’t become zombies.) So, how much was enough? Yes, I’ll admit it was a macabre question to ponder – but a question that seemed not out of place as we approached the Swanston Street exit of the Uni campus. I stood on the footpath, still holding David’s clammy hand. “Which way shall we go, Mate?” I asked. “Into the city or shall we go into Carlton?” He grunted. Maybe he understood the question but his grunted answer was unhelpful. (Hey, he was still male – I think.) So, we headed off towards Lygon Street, Carlton. Nowadays, there’s a lovely big supermarket in the main street – but not in the early 1970’s. As we walked down Faraday Street, I saw the familiar sight of the Carlton Movie-house – the ‘Bug House’ as it was then called. But this was not the establishment I needed – that was next door: “Genevieve’s”. (Café? Restaurant? Can’t recall what it called itself. It was always just “Genevieve’s” – named after an old cinematic car, as I recall.) “Fancy a cappuccino, Dave?” I asked. “I’m dying for a caffeine fix.” David seemed uninterested. Do zombies like a strong coffee? They look like they need it. No matter. In any event, I couldn’t get the cappuccino machine up and running and had to make do with ‘instant’ – yuck!
Ow gweres a wrug ow hothman.langbot langbot
6 I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you to live in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel— 7which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. 8But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let them be under God’s curse! 9As we have already said, so now I say again: If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse!
Diwla yn-bann!langbot langbot
By the time this was done it was already evening in the land. At that time also they gave permission to joseph and, as it was time, he took the body of jesus from the cross. three marys, i believe, helped him when he called.
Nyns eus seghes dhymm.langbot langbot
THE RELIEF OF THE BAILLIEU It was just as Paul had described: a large refrigerated truck, ‘parked’ at a set of traffic lights in Lygon Street, the door of the cab wide open and no driver in sight – and the diesel engine was still idling. (Frugal beasts, those diesel engines.) The vehicle was otherwise untouched – what good was it to zombies? So, David and I approached, and opened the rear doors without difficulty. The driver had obviously only just started his delivery run – the refrigerated compartment was absolutely full of frozen foodstuffs of all kinds. Meat and poultry – frozen and processed. Fruit and vegetables. Pallet loads of it. Literally, tonnes of it. More than enough to feed the fugitives in the Baillieu for weeks. “Hey, Dave! Paul is a complete genius! We could have spent weeks looking for something like this.” David said nothing – not even a grunt came from him. This stuff was now unimportant to him and, I guessed, he wanted to be elsewhere (the basement of Union House) more than ever. “Too bad, Dave,” I said. “I’m not going back there.” (Not unless I absolutely had to.) I was minded to jump into the cab and drive straight to the Baillieu but I had another idea. I would drive it back to the crypt in the cemetery or, at least, as near as I could get this lumbering great vehicle to it. “Jump in, Dave,” I said. “We’re going for a little ride.” David reluctantly complied – he had no other pressing engagements. Of course, you might object that this all sounds highly improbable – and, indeed it was, the finding of the truck, at least. But there was no improbability about my being able to drive that truck. True it is that I did not possess an articulated vehicle licence and had never tried to get one. True also is that, if called upon to drive this vehicle further than the mile or so that I now needed to drive, I would probably have crashed the truck or damaged it irreparably.
Yma an maw ow prena ki.langbot langbot
Hello, hello, baby, you called? I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you say, say? Wha-wha-what did you say, huh? You're breakin' up on me Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy Kinda busy Kinda busy Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy Just a second It's my favourite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you With a drink in my hand, eh? You should've made some plans with me You knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me) I'm busy (I'm busy) Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me) Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club and I'm sipping that bubb And you're not gonna reach my telephone Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club and I'm sipping that bubb And you're not gonna reach my telephone Boy, the way you blowing up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I should've left my phone at home Cos this is a disaster Calling like a collector Sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you I'm just at a party And I am sick and tired Of my phone r-ringing Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin' no calls Cos I'll be dancin' I'll be dancin' I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls Cos I'll be dancin' Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me) I'm busy (I'm busy) Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me) I'm busy Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Cos I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Cos I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone, my, my, my telephone Cos I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone, my, my, my telephone Cos I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone (The number you have reached is not in service at this time. Please check the number or try your call again.)
Yw da genes tesen?langbot langbot
None of you will be surprised that, as an anarchist, I hate this idea just as much as the other one. I am no-one’s subject. Nobody owns me. Whether you call them a king or a duke or a dog’s dinner, naming one person my master, master of all of us, because he came out of the right vagina is pathetic. Monarchy is anti-democracy. Monarchy is anti-equality. Monarchy is anti-freedom.
Esos owth eva gwin?langbot langbot
‘Not so clearly. What I have told you is what Gollum was willing to tell - though not, of course, in the way I have reported it. Gollum is a liar, and you have to sift his words. For instance, he called the Ring his “birthday present”, and he stuck to that. He said it came from his grandmother, who had lots of beautiful things of that kind. A ridiculous story. I have no doubt that Sméagol's grandmother was a matriarch, a great person in her way, but to talk of her possessing many Elven-rings was absurd, and as for giving them away, it was a lie. But a lie with a grain of truth.
I a vynn agan kavos.langbot langbot
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