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Release dates for
"A Little Princess"
Episode #1.1 (1973)
Country Date
UK 18 February 1973
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1331760/
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A Little Princess (TV series 1973)
Episode #1.1 (#1.1)
Release Date: 18 February 1973 (UK)
http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0011533/quotes
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Quotes for
Rachel Phelps (Character)
from Major League (1989)
Major League (1989)
Rachel Phelps: I think he'll fit right in with our team concept.
Charlie Donovan: That reminds me, I was going to ask you. What exactly *is* our team concept?
http://www.divxmoviesenglishsubtitles.com/G/Ghosts_Of_Mars.html
Ghosts Of Mars [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
You and Sergeant Jericho check in at the jail.
Save some hot water for me.
Where were you before Chryse?
Utopia.
It's the arse end of the universe.
A penal camp full of work-amnesty cutthroats.
Sounds nasty...
but you seem to be holding together all right.
What you see is nothing.
I have numerous hidden talents.
Need some help with that?
You're persistent, aren't you?
I've changed a few minds in my time.
There's not many of us breeders around.
I'd hate to miss a chance to give it a go.
What do you say?
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20020917&slug=dige17m
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Local Digest
Gates family adds baby girl
SEATTLE — Microsoft Chairman Bill Gates and his wife, Melinda, are parents for the third time.
Phoebe Adelle Gates was born Saturday at Overlake Hospital Medical Center in Bellevue. The birth was announced yesterday.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_propaganda
Wikipedia
Nazi propaganda
Propaganda, the coordinated attempt to influence public opinion through the use of media, was skillfully used by the Nazi Party in the years leading up to and during Adolf Hitler's leadership of Germany (1933–1945). Nazi propaganda provided a crucial instrument for acquiring and maintaining power, and for the implementation of their policies, including the pursuit of total war and the extermination of millions of people in the Holocaust.
As to the methods to be employed, he explains:
"Propaganda must not investigate the truth objectively and, in so far as it is favourable to the other side, present it according to the theoretical rules of justice; yet it must present only that aspect of the truth which is favourable to its own side.
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20010825&slug=microsoft25
The Seattle Times Search
Saturday, August 25, 2001
Microsoft releases XP as new judge gets antitrust case
By John Hendren
Seattle Times Washington bureau
WASHINGTON — Microsoft yesterday handed its latest operating system to computer makers as its antitrust case — and the company's fate — was handed to a new judge.
A federal appeals court sent the landmark antitrust case back to the district court where it began, while Microsoft executives 3,000 miles away in Redmond were preparing for a ceremony in which they would give Windows XP to executives of Compaq, Dell and other computer manufacturers.
Within two hours, the lower court had signaled it would proceed quickly, assigning Judge Colleen Kollar-Kotelly, a Clinton appointee and former Justice Department prosecutor, to oversee the remedy phase of the suit.
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Stephen King
The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Suddenly she knew he was there.
Even before he spoke, she knew.
“Nadine.” His soft voice, coming out of the growing darkness. Infinitely soft, the final enveloping terror that was like coming home.
“Nadine, Nadine… how I love to love Nadine.”
She turned around and there he was, as she had always known he would be someday, a thing as simple as this. He was sitting on the hood of an old Chevrolet sedan (had it been there a moment ago? she didn’t know for sure, but she didn’t think it had been), his legs crossed, his hands laid lightly on the knees of his faded jeans. Looking at her and smiling gently. But his eyes were not gentle at all. They gave lie to the idea that this man felt anything gentle. In them she saw a black glee that danced endlessly like the legs of a man fresh through the trapdoor in a gibbet platform.
“Hello,” she said. “I’m here.”
“Yes. At last you’re here. As promised.” His smile broadened and he held his hands out to her. She took them, and as she reached him she felt his baking heat. He radiated it, like a well-stoked brick oven. His smooth, lineless hands slipped around hers… and then closed over them tight, like handcuffs.
“Oh, Nadine,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her. She turned her head just a little, looking up at the cold fire of the stars, and his kiss was on the hollow below her jaw rather than on her lips. He wasn’t fooled. She felt the mocking curve of his grin against her flesh.
He revolts me, she thought.
But revulsion was only a scaly crust over something worse—a caked and long-hidden lust, an ageless pimple finally brought to a head and about to spew forth some noisome fluid, some sweetness long since curdled. His hands, slipping over her back, were much hotter than her sunburn. She moved against him, and suddenly the slim saddle between her legs seemed plumper, fuller, more tender, more aware. The seam of her slacks was chafing her in a delicately obscene way that made her want to rub herself, get rid of the itch, cure it once and for all.
“Tell me one thing,” she said.
“Anything.”
“You said, ‘As promised.’ Who promised me to you? Why me? And what do I call you? I don’t even know that. I’ve known about you for most of my life, and I don’t know what to call you.”
“Call me Richard. That’s my real name. Call me that.”
“That’s your real name? Richard?” she asked doubtfully, and he giggled against her neck, making her skin crawl with loathing and desire. “And who promised me?”
“Nadine,” he said, “I have forgotten. Come on.”
He slipped off the hood of the car, still holding her hands, and she almost jerked them away and ran… but what good would that have done? He would only chase after her, catch her, rape her.
“The moon,” he said. “It’s full. And so am I.” He brought her hand down to the smooth and faded crotch of his jeans and there was something terrible there, beating with a life of its own beneath the notched coldness of his zipper.
“No,” she muttered, and tried to pull her hand away, thinking how far this was from that other moonstruck night, how impossibly far. This was at the other end of time’s rainbow.
He held her hand against him. “Come out in the desert and be my wife,” he said.
“No!”
“It’s much too late to say no, dear.”
