second-order differential equation:
y” + PPTB(x)y’ + S = 84
two homoids(of which only one, the homoid A, manifests a cylindrical element of length L > N encircled by two sine waves of period π immediately below its crowning hemisphere) cannot suffer point contact at their lower extremities without proceeding upon divergent courses. The oscillation of two homoids tangentially to the above trajectory has as aconsequence the small but significant displacement of all significantly small spheres tangential to a perpendicular of length l < L described on the supra-median line of the homoid A’s shirt-front.
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Indian *
In a bus with bags of people on, only room for two-three more, it have a
fellar with a string instead of a ribbon round he hat, and this fellar look at another
test with a loud tone in he eye and start to get on ignorant and make rab about this
test treading on he toes. The test start to laugh kiff-kiff and the fellar get in one
set of confusion, he looking poor-me-one and outing off fast for vacant seat.
Later I bounce him up, he coasting lime in the Cour de Rome, it have
another test giving him ballad, he advicing him: “You best hads get that button
moved.”
* Replacing
Paysan
nterjections
Psst! h’m! ah! oh! hem! ah! ha! hey! well! oh! pooh! poof! ow! oo!
ouch! hey! eh! h’m! pffft!
Well! hey! pooh! oh! h’m! right!
recious
It was in the vicinity of a midday July. The sun had engraved itself
with a fiery needle on the many-breasted horizon. The asphalt was quivering softly,
exhaling that tender, tarry odour that gives the carcinomous ideas at once puerile and
corrosive about the origin of their malady. A bus in green and white livery, emblazoned
with an enigmatic S, came to gather from the neighbourhood of the Pare Monceau a small
and favoured batch of postulant-passengers into the moist confines of sudiferous
dissolution. On the back platform of this masterpiece of the contemporary French
automobile industry, where itinerants were packedtogether like
sardines in a tin, an Incorrigible rascal who was slowly advancing towards the
commencement of his fourth decade and who was carrying between a neck of almost
serpentine length and a hat encircled by a cordelet a head as insipid as it was leaden
raised his voice to complain with an unfeigned bitterness which seemed to emanate from a
glass of gentian-bitters, or from any other liquid of similar properties, of a
phenomenon of the nature of a recurring blow or shock which in his opinion had its
origin in a
hic et nunc
present co-user of the P.P.T.B. In order to give
utterance to his lament he adopted the acid tones of a venerable vidame who gets his
hindquarters pinched in a public privy and who strange to state does not at all approve
of this compliment and is not at all that way inclined.
Later, when the sun had already descended by several degrees the
monumental stairway of its celestial parade and when I was once more causing myself to
be conveyed by another bus of the same line, I perceived the individual described above
displacing himself in a peripatetic fashion in the Cour de Rome in the company of an
individual
ejusdem farinae
who was giving him, in this locality dedicated toautomobilistic circulation, sartorial advice which hung by the
thread of a button.
nexpected
They were sitting round a café table when
Albert joined them. René, Robert, Adolphe,
Georges and Théodore were there.
“How’s everything?” asked Robert amicably.
“All right,” said Albert.
He called the waiter.
“I’ll have a picon,” he said.
Adolphe turned towards him:
“Well, Albert, what’s new?”
“Nothing much.”
“Nice day,” said Robert.
“Bit cold,” said Adolphe.
“Oh I say, I saw something funny today,” said Albert.
“It is warm though,” said Robert.
“What?” asked René.
“In the bus, going to lunch,” replied Albert.
“What bus?”
“The
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