He would simply evade the question - like he did in Texas.
This begs the question, "Is any of it any good, really?"
You need an answer to a basic question: "Where should I go for Italian food?"
TO MR. JOHN HITZ 138 Brattle St., Cambridge, Nov. 11, 1899. ...As to the braille question, I cannot tell how deeply it distresses me to hear that my statement with regard to the examinations has been doubted.
His question brought her to the present and she glanced up sharply, warmth crawling up her neck again.
No matter how often she asked herself the question, the answer remained elusive.
But the big question is whether these same economics would apply in a world one hundred times richer than we are right now.
If we conclude that we must end war, the next question is: Is that even possible?
Rephrasing the question would be nothing more than a distraction.
That this democratization of information and opinion would lead to vigorous debate and encourage a young monk to question the church?
I've never met anyone who could evade a question as well as he can.
Today, success still requires good execution, but the larger question is: "Can you discover and fulfill a hitherto-unknown, latent desire in people that the Internet enables?"
Of course, the system only shapes decisions insofar as you take its guidance, which begs the question: Will people follow suggestions they may not fully understand?
In a recent survey, only a quarter of Americans answered that question with a "yes."
He gave the question some thought before responding with an illusive and general answer.
"This is a very important question," he said.
It is a safe bet that no one has ever asked that question before, and yet this system is designed to answer it.
I remembered a question he'd asked.
And--pardon me for the foolish question--but, are you all invisible?
"Then let me ask you a question," said the shah.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
My statement sounded enough like a question to earn me a frown from both.
And that leads us to a critical question: Who decides what we will make the Internet do?
Trivia question: How old was Colonel William Travis when he died leading the Texans at the Alamo?
There was some question that he might not be able to keep his own child?
As if in answer to her question, he dug a tin from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
I've got to ask a question; are we from the same planet?
There was no question he wanted to nail Mr. Jude Bryce.
Four murders are getting a lot of interest but those are out of the question too.
I asked before I realized how accusatory the question sounded.
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.
The "man of great merit," who was still a novice in court circles, wishing to flatter Anna Pavlovna by defending her former position on this question, observed:
Berthier, his chief of staff, dropped behind to question a Russian prisoner captured by the cavalry.
In this question he saw subtle cunning, as men of his type see cunning in everything, so he frowned and did not answer immediately.
This question suddenly presented itself to her, and in answer she saw him before her with the expression that was on his face as he lay in his coffin with his chin bound up with a white handkerchief.
When she had taken leave of him and remained alone she suddenly felt her eyes filling with tears, and then not for the first time the strange question presented itself to her: did she love him?
He was not occupied with the question of what to sacrifice for; the fact of sacrificing in itself afforded him a new and joyous sensation.
On the other question, how the battle of Borodino and the preceding battle of Shevardino were fought, there also exists a definite and well- known, but quite false, conception.
Pierre put the same question to Prince Andrew.
The question that had perturbed Pierre on the Mozhaysk hill and all that day now seemed to him quite clear and completely solved.
"Grapeshot!" the senior shouted, without answering the question, looking over the wall of the trench.