There is an attractive array of colors —
I ordered bay leaf and rhubarb.
Not exact matches
If the Welshman
leaves Madrid this coming summer though, and by all accounts there's a good chance he probably will in
order to avoid the
baying supporters, Premier League clubs should be queuing up to take him on, and give him the platform to prove the European champions wrong.
Besides Amundsen's, there was the Japanese expedition under Lieut. Shirase, which had to retreat to Australia last spring in
order to replenish its supply of dogs, and which Amundsen says landed on January 16th at the
Bay of Whales, two weeks before he sailed for home; Dr. Mawson's Australian expedition, for which $ 215,000 had been raised up to November 1st last, and which was to land three parties between Cape Adare and Gaussberg; the German expedition under Lieut. Filchner in the «Deutschland,» elaborately equipped with wireless, magnetic, and meteorological apparatus, full of the hope of establishing a base southwest of Coats Land in as high a latitude as possible; and lastly, Capt. Scott's English expedition in the «Terra Nova,» which
left New Zealand in November, 1910, badly damaged by stormy weather; so badly, indeed, that the necessary repairs and the cost of making good the stores that had been lost seriously depleted the resources of the party.
Every fat cat from Las Lomas Polo is shadowed wherever he goes by five or six escorts, and Spider Salazar is even worse; ever since he struck it rich he's had himself protected by a troop of thugs trained in Israel, and that night Spider, who hadn't been on a horse for months because he was clogged with cholesterol and had to content himself with watching from the stands, that night Spider, who was completely plastered,
ordered them to bring him the most spirited horse, a big, imperious
bay called Parsley, and if I say «called,» Agustina princess, it's because no one calls it anything anymore, since in the darkness, the mud, and the commotion, Parsley lost his temper and threw Spider, slamming him against a rock, and then some genius of a bodyguard, a guy they call the Sucker, had the brilliant idea of teaching the horse a lesson by blasting it with his machine gun,
leaving it riddled like a sieve with its hooves pointing up at the moon, the most pathetic little scene imaginable.
I have a
LEAF on
order, too, but will probably have to pass on it, as I can't afford both and too often need to drive beyond the
LEAF's practical initial, let alone old - age, range — including the 220 miles from the San Francisco
Bay to Reno to visit my mother.
If you keep innovation at
bay in
order to preserve your job, it won't be long before there is no job
left to preserve.