However, if you had been born in 1992, turning twenty the year I am writing this, and tried now to imagine life in 2062, you would suppose that everything is going to change.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.
What joy it was to lose myself in that garden of flowers, to wander happily from spot to spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and knew it was the vine which covered the tumble-down summer-house at the farther end of the garden!
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
If you had been born in Egypt in 2570 BC, during the reign of Khufu, as the Great Pyramid of Giza was being built, you would have turned twenty in 2550 BC.
Talk of a divinity in man!
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
If he had been the only child in the family, things might have been different.
But the five phenomena I chose to tackle in this book are among the great blights on humanity that I believe the Internet and technology will help solve.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
Because I am a historian, I know that big changes happen in history, and they are brought about by the most unlikely of causes.
Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
Carmen and Alex hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for all the family they had in Arkansas.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
She placed the dish in the rack and glanced at Katie.
Jonathan was playing cars with Destiny in the family room floor while Carmen straightened up the clutter left by so many people.
A moment later, Alex passed them, Destiny laughing in his arms as they danced.
Count Ilya Rostov, in a military uniform of Catherine's time, was sauntering with a pleasant smile among the crowd, with all of whom he was acquainted.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
Have we fo'gotten the waising of the militia in the yeah 'seven?
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
Evidently accustomed to managing debates and to maintaining an argument, he began in low but distinct tones:
He himself did not yet know what he would say, but he began to speak eagerly, occasionally lapsing into French or expressing himself in bookish Russian.
I imagine," he went on, warming to his subject, "that the Emperor himself would not be satisfied to find in us merely owners of serfs whom we are willing to devote to his service, and chair a canon * we are ready to make of ourselves--and not to obtain from us any co-co-counsel."
Only Count Rostov was pleased with them as he had been pleased with those of the naval officer, the senator, and in general with whatever speech he had last heard.
Adraksin was in uniform, and whether as a result of the uniform or from some other cause Pierre saw before him quite a different man.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.