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~::节奏盒子游戏|Jimena Carranza::~

~::节奏盒子游戏|Jimena Carranza::~

                                                  • 'Would you object to my mentioning it to him, sir?' I asked.

                                                    'They're readable,' condescended M. 'But I was thinking of the orchid stuff in them. How in hell can a man like those disgusting flowers? Why, they're damned near animals, and their colours, all those pinks and mauves and the blotchy yellow tongues, are positively hideous! Now that' - M waved at the meagre little bloom in the tooth-glass -'that's the real thing. That's an Autumn Lady's Tresses - spiranthes spiralis, not that I care particularly. Flowers in England as late as October and should be under the ground by now. But I got this forced-late specimen from a man I know - assistant to a chap called Summerhayes who's the orchid king at Kew. My friend's experimenting with cultures of a fungus which oddly enough is a parasite on a lot of orchids, but, at the same time, gets eaten by the orchid and acts as its staple diet. Mycorhiza it's called.' M gave another of his rare smiles. 'But you needn't write it down. Just wanted to take a leaf out of this fellow Nero Wolfe's book. However' - M brushed the topic aside - 'can't expect you to get excited about these things. Now then.' He settled back. 'What the devil have you been up to?' The grey eyes regarded Bond keenly. 'Looks as if you haven't been getting much sleep. Pretty gay these winter sport places, they tell me.'

                                                                                                    • When he burst out of the tunnel and into the stadium, he was met with a roar: not only from thefans, but from athletes of every nation who thronged the track to cheer him in. Zatopek snappedthe tape with his third Olympic record, but when his teammates charged over to congratulate him,they were too late: the Jamaican sprinters had already hoisted him on their shoulders and wereparading him around the infield. “Let us live so that when we come to die, even the undertaker willbe sorry,” Mark Twain used to say. Zatopek found a way to run so that when he won, even otherteams were delighted.'Pays, as he speaks, my dear child - through the nose,' replied Miss Mowcher. 'None of your close shavers the Prince ain't. You'd say so, if you saw his moustachios. Red by nature, black by art.'

                                                                                                      "He's over!" shouted Captain Sender. "He's over! He's done it! My God, he's done it!"

                                                                                                                                                      • Why do we like great actors and take them seriously when we know they're only speaking lines that someone else wrote? Because they are believable:because they are congruent.?No, sir.'

                                                                                                                                                        AND INDIA.