The doctor called today to see if my condition had improved with the medication.
I wish you had called me.
"Felipa called this morning," Alex said as he sat down in the chair she vacated.
Aunt Paulette, (we all called her Aunt Paulie) married a real estate agent and moved to Arkansas.
"I believe we will soon follow her," announced the Wizard, in a tone of great relief; "for I know something about the magic of the fairyland that is called the Land of Oz.
"Mom," Jonathan called to him.
Julia swung away from the door and called for Rachel.
He had never called Señor Medena Dad before.
"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I pray you do not interrupt him."
What about this boy Allen who called yesterday?
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
"It was fine, Dorothy," called one of the piglets.
The people called them the British.
When she called it his money, he always corrected her and said it was theirs.
Felipa called a while ago.
Jonathan Swift, often called Dean Swift, was famous as a writer on many subjects.
"Thank you," she called after him, but he was already running down the stairs.
She called the house phone.
I was so afraid when I found out he called the house.
He called to him:--"My friend, which of these roads shall I travel to go to Lynchburg?"
He called for Taras the gardener, but no one replied.
What news? the field marshal called out to them.
But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on.
"Mom," Jonathan called to him.
Once inside, she locked the door and ordered Destiny to stay in the house while she called Alex.
He climbed the stairs to his office while she called Katie.
Yancey called from inside the house.
Her friend called today.
Sarah's voice called down the hall.
It was Giddon who called me.
If he did, he would have called or visited.
"Chauncey?" she called after him.
I sensed his relief as he assumed now the game, as he called it, was finished.
"Gid-dap!" called the boy, again.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
"Come on, Jim!" called the boy.
This child, who is from the crust of the earth, like yourself, called you a Wizard.
"One person cannot be called 'people,'" said the Sorcerer.
"We ought to have called him and Dorothy when we were first attacked," added Eureka.
"Here,--piggy, piggy, piggy!" called their master, anxiously.
Please tell me, Mr. Wizard, whether you called yourself Oz after this great country, or whether you believe my country is called Oz after you.
He was the builder of a famous and beautiful city called Bagdad.
Then he called his wisest men together and asked them, "Is it really true that the first people in the world were Egyptians?"
This, in history, is called the Battle of Lexington.
It was then that the long war, called the Revolutionary War, began.
In history he is called Alfred the Great.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
Alpatych went back to the house, called the coachman, and told him to set off.
In the regiment they called him "our prince," were proud of him and loved him.
They were called steppe peasants.
Kutuzov called to his adjutant.
A sweet voice called from another room.
"Yancey," she called louder.
First, Tommy Jones whispered to Billy Brown and was at once called out to stand on the floor.
He wished to escape the punishment, and so he called out, "Lucy Martin!" and went proudly to his seat.
In history he is commonly called Cyrus the Great.
At length the chief of the band called to Otanes and said, "Young fellow, have you anything worth taking?"
He called to one of his officers and bade him sit down and write a short order for him.
Old story-tellers say that he alighted on the back of a large fish, called a dolphin, which had been charmed by his music and was swimming near the ship.
He called for his bill and paid it.
He tried to make signals to them; he called as loudly as he could; but he was neither seen nor heard, and the ships came no nearer.
So she called her two sons.
Then some one outside called loudly, "Have you seen King Robert the Bruce pass this way?"
The next morning the caliph called ten of his officers before him.
In England there was once a famous abbey, called Whitby.
After him the other men were called, one by one; and each in turn sang his favorite song.
So she called her clerk, who was a scholar, and bade him write the song, word for word, as it came from Caedmon's lips.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
In history he is often called the Grand Monarch.
So the governor called two of his trusted officers and told them to carry the tripod to Priene and offer it to Bias.
The famous men of whom I have told you in this story are commonly called the Seven Wise Men of Greece.
Diapers weren't called "cloth diapers" until disposable ones came out.
Only after the public grew weary of this did printers go off in search of completely new books, called novels to mark their newness.
It can hardly even be called coherent.
A contest awhile back called for people to speculate what would be the best device to hook up to the Internet.
A website called Wolfram Alpha is amazing to me, especially in its aspirations.
Additionally, right below that is a section called, "What Do Customers Ultimately Buy After Viewing This Item?"
It's called a quadrillion.
Two things were known at the time about smallpox, also called variola.
In 1665, physicist Robert Hooke pointed a microscope at a piece of cork and noticed many small compartments he called "cells."
Knowing this allowed for the creation of a drug called Imatinib, which inhibits this process.
We will discuss the molecular machines called nanites—tiny, molecular-sized robots that will swim around in your body fighting disease, repairing damage, and alerting you to problems (and will likely dramatically increase the human lifespan).
Even with this technology called money, trade has been difficult.
In 1958, an American economist named Leonard Read wrote an essay called "I, Pencil," written from the pencil's point of view, about how no one on the planet knows how to make a pencil.
We'll look at their lives, and the social aspects of this change, in a coming chapter called "Left Behind."
There is a chili I love called Wolf Brand chili.
A third radical method of redistribution is called land reform, which is actually a polite term for taking land from one person and giving it to another.
An example of that is a breed of cat called "Scottish Fold."
Another method of genetic modification, called mutagenesis, dates to the early part of the twentieth century.
In 2005, a biotech firm called Syngenta produced a similar rice it called "Golden Rice 2."
UC Berkeley created an open-source grid-computing platform called Boinc.
During the period 1958 to 1961, an initiative called "The Great Leap Forward" was intended to increase the production of grain and other agricultural products.
The only thing that separates us from that world is this thing called civilization.
After all, World War I was called The War to End War.
In a fine Alfred Hitchcock movie called Notorious, the troubled character played by Ingrid Bergman gets very drunk at a party and asks Cary Grant to come for a drive.
The National Security Agency even has a website with a section called CryptoKids for "America's Future Codemakers & Codebreakers."
They called it acute congestion of the stomach and brain.
This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.
I saw him many times after that, and he was always a good friend to me; indeed, I was thinking of him when I called Boston "the City of Kind Hearts."
I called him Black Beauty, as I had just read the book, and he resembled his namesake in every way, from his glossy black coat to the white star on his forehead.
A little story called "The Frost King," which I wrote and sent to Mr. Anagnos, of the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was at the root of the trouble.
At first I had only a few books in raised print--"readers" for beginners, a collection of stories for children, and a book about the earth called "Our World."
One could have traveled round the word many times while I trudged my weary way through the labyrinthine mazes of grammars and dictionaries, or fell into those dreadful pitfalls called examinations, set by schools and colleges for the confusion of those who seek after knowledge.
The stars are called the earth's brothers and sisters.
I am reading a very sad story, called "Little Jakey."
It is sometimes called the "Millionaires' Club."
He said no, it would not be called for about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
Almost two weeks ago we called at Mr. Hutton's and had a delightful time.
I only spoke a few words, as I did not know I was expected to speak until a few minutes before I was called upon.
He has a charming, romantic house on a mountain called Beinn Bhreagh, which overlooks the Bras d'Or Lake....
She called my attention to the new arrangement, and when I did not object she seemed pleased and patted herself.
She was very much excited when we went upstairs; so I tried to interest her in a curious insect called a stick-bug.
Then her attention was called to the hardness of the one ball and the softness of the other, and she learned SOFT and HARD.
If you had called these sensations respectively BLACK and WHITE, he would have adopted them as readily; but he would mean by BLACK and WHITE the same things that he means by SWEET and SOUR.
In my account of Helen last year, I mentioned several instances where she seemed to have called into use an inexplicable mental faculty; but it now seems to me, after carefully considering the matter, that this power may be explained by her perfect familiarity with the muscular variations of those with whom she comes into contact, caused by their emotions.
I called her attention to the following line, and, although she knew only the three words, CAT, EAT and MOUSE, she caught the idea.
May I read the book called the Bible?
When asked if she would not like to live ALWAYS in a beautiful country called heaven, her first question was, "Where is heaven?"
I believe every child has hidden away somewhere in his being noble capacities which may be quickened and developed if we go about it in the right way; but we shall never properly develop the higher natures of our little ones while we continue to fill their minds with the so-called rudiments.
She kept one hand on the singer's mouth, while the other rested on the piano, and she stood in this position as long as any one would sing to her, and afterward she would make a continuous sound which she called singing.
This is shown in a little story she wrote in October last at the home of her parents in Tuscumbia, which she called "Autumn Leaves."
Every year Santa Claus takes a journey over the world in a sleigh drawn by a strong and rapid steed called "Rudolph."
So he called together his merry little fairies, and showing them a number of jars and vases filled with gold and precious stones, told them to carry those carefully to the palace of Santa Claus, and give them to him with the compliments of King Frost.
So he called together the merry little fairies of his household and, showing them the jars and vases containing his treasures, he bade them carry them to the palace of Santa Claus as quickly as they could.
The person said her story was called "Frost Fairies."
In answer to my question she recited a part of the poem called 'Freaks of the Frost,' and she referred to a little piece about winter, in one of the school readers.
When I called to see it he was not at home.
I was actually afraid that I might by that time be doing what is called a good business.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows.
The best books are not read even by those who are called good readers.
Or suppose he comes from reading a Greek or Latin classic in the original, whose praises are familiar even to the so-called illiterate; he will find nobody at all to speak to, but must keep silence about it.
I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war.
But the intellectual and what is called spiritual man in him were slumbering as in an infant.
He was so simply and naturally humble--if he can be called humble who never aspires--that humility was no distinct quality in him, nor could he conceive of it.
Indeed, I found some of them to be wiser than the so-called overseers of the poor and selectmen of the town, and thought it was time that the tables were turned.
Men of almost every degree of wit called on me in the migrating season.
If the name was not derived from that of some English locality--Saffron Walden, for instance--one might suppose that it was called originally Walled-in Pond.
One proposes that it be called "God's Drop."
Perhaps it might be called Yellow Pine Lake, from the following circumstance.
There is a period in the history of the individual, as of the race, when the hunters are the "best men," as the Algonquins called them.
Chastity is the flowering of man; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it.
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
The Merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its name.
I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality.
I should have done better had I called on him.
But no: I find that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted from his position, and despairs of his country, when his country has more reason to despair of him.
The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.
When they called for the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner.
He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.
"Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him a great man," remarked the vicomte.
"Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.
"Princess Drubetskaya to see Prince Vasili Sergeevich," he called to a footman dressed in knee breeches, shoes, and a swallow-tail coat, who ran downstairs and looked over from the halfway landing.
Hey, who's there? he called out in a tone only used by persons who are certain that those they call will rush to obey the summons.
(Marya Dmitrievna always called Natasha a Cossack) and she stroked the child's arm as she came up fearless and gay to kiss her hand.
Petrushka!" he called to his valet: "Come here, take these away.
"You speak to the colonel about this nasty business before other officers," continued the staff captain, "and Bogdanich" (the colonel was called Bogdanich) "shuts you up."
"This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name.
Nesvitski, moving his moist lips as he chewed something, and flourishing his arm, called him to enter.
"Now then, Matvevna, dear old lady, don't let me down!" he was saying as he moved from the gun, when a strange, unfamiliar voice called above his head: "Captain Tushin!
Afraid of the 'minister' as that idiot Alpatych called him this morning?
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
The Tsar called the colonel of the regiment and said a few words to him.
Denisov called out to the Cossacks.
Just as in a clock, the result of the complicated motion of innumerable wheels and pulleys is merely a slow and regular movement of the hands which show the time, so the result of all the complicated human activities of 160,000 Russians and French--all their passions, desires, remorse, humiliations, sufferings, outbursts of pride, fear, and enthusiasm--was only the loss of the battle of Austerlitz, the so-called battle of the three Emperors--that is to say, a slow movement of the hand on the dial of human history.
The voices were those of the orderlies who were packing up; one voice, probably a coachman's, was teasing Kutuzov's old cook whom Prince Andrew knew, and who was called Tit.
"Oh, go to the devil!" called out a voice, drowned by the laughter of the orderlies and servants.
Rostov spurred his horse, called to Sergeant Fedchenko and two other hussars, told them to follow him, and trotted downhill in the direction from which the shouting came.
Bagration called to him from the hill not to go beyond the stream, but Rostov pretended not to hear him and did not stop but rode on and on, continually mistaking bushes for trees and gullies for men and continually discovering his mistakes.
He touched his horse and having called Miloradovich, the commander of the column, gave him the order to advance.
Pierre was one of those people who, in spite of an appearance of what is called weak character, do not seek a confidant in their troubles.
In the night he called his valet and told him to pack up to go to Petersburg.
He called Natasha and asked her what was the matter.
"I called once or twice at your house," said Rostov, reddening.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
Come here, dear! called the old countess from the drawing room.
Pa-pa!" he called after him, sobbing, "forgive me!"
And to attain this end, we have the light called conscience that God has implanted in our souls.
The Mason cleared his throat huskily, as old men do, and called his servant.
Princess Mary had ceased taking lessons in mathematics from her father, and when the old prince was at home went to his study with the wet nurse and little Prince Nicholas (as his grandfather called him).
Mademoiselle Bourienne, too, seemed passionately fond of the boy, and Princess Mary often deprived herself to give her friend the pleasure of dandling the little angel--as she called her nephew--and playing with him.
I am called in to help sort the letters and take those meant for us.
When spring came on, the soldiers found a plant just showing out of the ground that looked like asparagus, which, for some reason, they called "Mashka's sweet root."
The case, as represented by the offended parties, was that, after seizing the transports, Major Denisov, being drunk, went to the chief quartermaster and without any provocation called him a thief, threatened to strike him, and on being led out had rushed into the office and given two officials a thrashing, and dislocated the arm of one of them.
How are you, how are you? he called out, still in the same voice as in the regiment, but Rostov noticed sadly that under this habitual ease and animation some new, sinister, hidden feeling showed itself in the expression of Denisov's face and the intonations of his voice.
"I should like to see the great man," he said, alluding to Napoleon, whom hitherto he, like everyone else, had always called Buonaparte.
"Lazarev!" the colonel called, with a frown, and Lazarev, the first soldier in the rank, stepped briskly forward.
His face twitched, as often happens to soldiers called before the ranks.
The other half he spent in "Bogucharovo Cloister," as his father called Prince Andrew's estate.
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
When the Rostovs came to Petersburg Boris called on them.
Boris made up his mind to avoid meeting Natasha, but despite that resolution he called again a few days later and began calling often and spending whole days at the Rostovs'.
"Little countess!" the count's voice called from behind the door.
Next day the countess called Boris aside and had a talk with him, after which he ceased coming to the Rostovs'.
"Don't do it without me!" called Natasha.
Next day Prince Andrew called at a few houses he had not visited before, and among them at the Rostovs' with whom he had renewed acquaintance at the ball.
Religion alone can explain to us what without its help man cannot comprehend: why, for what cause, kind and noble beings able to find happiness in life--not merely harming no one but necessary to the happiness of others--are called away to God, while cruel, useless, harmful persons, or such as are a burden to themselves and to others, are left living.
There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Theodosia, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains.
He was worried by the impending necessity of interfering in the stupid business matters for which his mother had called him home.
But once the countess called her son and informed him that she had a promissory note from Anna Mikhaylovna for two thousand rubles, and asked him what he thought of doing with it.
The old count's horse, a sorrel gelding called Viflyanka, was led by the groom in attendance on him, while the count himself was to drive in a small trap straight to a spot reserved for him.
The door at the end of the passage led to the huntsmen's room, as they called the room for the hunt servants.
"Good-bye, dear niece," his voice called out of the darkness--not the voice Natasha had known previously, but the one that had sung As 'twas growing dark last night.
Petya! she called to him.
The count was more perturbed than ever by the condition of his affairs, which called for some decisive action.
After Metivier's departure the old prince called his daughter in, and the whole weight of his wrath fell on her.
When they got home she turned everybody out of the room except Natasha, and then called her pet to her armchair.
As they were leaving the theater Anatole came up to them, called their carriage, and helped them in.
As she was leaving the Rostovs she called her protegee aside.
Marya Dmitrievna appeared, and they were called to breakfast.
After breakfast, which was her best time, Marya Dmitrievna sat down in her armchair and called Natasha and the count to her.
"You wait a bit," he called after him.
More than once he had driven them through the town with gypsies and "ladykins" as he called the cocottes.
On the Tverskoy Boulevard a familiar voice called to him.
And stay to dinner if you care to! she called after Pierre.
In historic events the so-called great men are labels giving names to events, and like labels they have but the smallest connection with the event itself.
He called for his horse and rode to his quarters.
Countess Bezukhova was present among other Russian ladies who had followed the sovereign from Petersburg to Vilna and eclipsed the refined Polish ladies by her massive, so-called Russian type of beauty.
It was, in fact, Murat, now called "King of Naples."
Is it true that Moscow is called 'Holy Moscow'?
In answer to Toll, Paulucci suggested an advance and an attack, which, he urged, could alone extricate us from the present uncertainty and from the trap (as he called the Drissa camp) in which we were situated.
So when Prince Volkonski, who was in the chair, called on him to give his opinion, he merely said:
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
"Here. What lightning!" they called to one another.
So that's all there is in what is called heroism!
He did not go straight home from the Kremlin, but called on his friend Obolenski, who was fifteen and was also entering the regiment.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
Half an hour later Prince Andrew was again called to Kutuzov.
Though it was not clear what the artist meant to express by depicting the so-called King of Rome spiking the earth with a stick, the allegory apparently seemed to Napoleon, as it had done to all who had seen it in Paris, quite clear and very pleasing.
Having listened to a suggestion from Davout, who was now called Prince d'Eckmuhl, to turn the Russian left wing, Napoleon said it should not be done, without explaining why not.
To a proposal made by General Campan (who was to attack the fleches) to lead his division through the woods, Napoleon agreed, though the so-called Duke of Elchingen (Ney) ventured to remark that a movement through the woods was dangerous and might disorder the division.
The adjutant bent his head affirmatively and began to report, but the Emperor turned from him, took a couple of steps, stopped, came back, and called Berthier.
The militiamen with stretchers who were called up stood behind the officers.
Not that sort of victory which is defined by the capture of pieces of material fastened to sticks, called standards, and of the ground on which the troops had stood and were standing, but a moral victory that convinces the enemy of the moral superiority of his opponent and of his own impotence was gained by the Russians at Borodino.
"Granddad" himself, as Malasha in her own mind called Kutuzov, sat apart in a dark corner behind the oven.
They were ashamed to be called cowards, ashamed to leave, but still they left, knowing it had to be done.
"Listen, Bilibin," said Helene (she always called friends of that sort by their surnames), and she touched his coat sleeve with her white, beringed fingers.
Une maitresse-femme! * That's what is called putting things squarely.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
His major-domo came in a second time to say that the Frenchman who had brought the letter from the countess was very anxious to see him if only for a minute, and that someone from Bazdeev's widow had called to ask Pierre to take charge of her husband's books, as she herself was leaving for the country.
The officer in the scarf dismounted, called up a drummer, and went with him into the arcade.
"You will be called in when you are wanted," he said.
They called it limonade de cochon (pig's lemonade), and Morel spoke well of the limonade de cochon he had found in the kitchen.
Morel! he called out gaily.
Old Daniel Terentich, the count's valet (as he was called), came up to the group and shouted at Mishka.
Then the countess called to Natasha.
The fire broke out alongside, and blew our way, the maid called out 'Fire!' and we rushed to collect our things.
"Hurry up, you others!" he called out to his comrades.
Among these was the governor's wife herself, who welcomed Rostov as a near relative and called him "Nicholas."
During the two days that elapsed before Rostov called, Princess Mary continually thought of how she ought to behave to him.
But when on Sunday after church the footman announced in the drawing room that Count Rostov had called, the princess showed no confusion, only a slight blush suffused her cheeks and her eyes lit up with a new and radiant light.
Why do you come in without being called? cried Nicholas, quickly changing his attitude.
But a few days before they left Moscow, moved and excited by all that was going on, she called Sonya to her and, instead of reproaching and making demands on her, tearfully implored her to sacrifice herself and repay all that the family had done for her by breaking off her engagement with Nicholas.
This officer, probably someone on the staff, was holding a paper in his hand, and called over all the Russians there, naming Pierre as "the man who does not give his name."
When he related anything it was generally some old and evidently precious memory of his "Christian" life, as he called his peasant existence.
They called him "little falcon" or "Platosha," chaffed him good-naturedly, and sent him on errands.
Prince Andrew did not notice that she called his sister Mary, and only after calling her so in his presence did Natasha notice it herself.
Kutuzov's merit lay, not in any strategic maneuver of genius, as it is called, but in the fact that he alone understood the significance of what had happened.
"They can still be called back," said one of his suite, who like Count Orlov felt distrustful of the adventure when he looked at the enemy's camp.
The French called it Azor; the soldier who told stories called it Femgalka; Karataev and others called it Gray, or sometimes Flabby.
It was what the French called "le hourra de l'Empereur."
One of the most obvious and advantageous departures from the so-called laws of war is the action of scattered groups against men pressed together in a mass.
People have called this kind of war "guerrilla warfare" and assume that by so calling it they have explained its meaning.
The so-called partisan war began with the entry of the French into Smolensk.
The man whom they called Tikhon, having run to the stream, plunged in so that the water splashed in the air, and, having disappeared for an instant, scrambled out on all fours, all black with the wet, and ran on.
Denisov had Tikhon called and, having praised him for his activity, said a few words in the elder's presence about loyalty to the Tsar and the country and the hatred of the French that all sons of the fatherland should cherish.
Tikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty--the gap-toothed).
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
Dolokhov got up and called to the soldier who was holding their horses.
In the dark Petya recognized his own horse, which he called "Karabakh" though it was of Ukranian breed, and went up to it.
Denisov came out of the watchman's hut and, having called Petya, gave orders to get ready.
"We won't take them!" he called out to Denisov.
History (or what is called by that name) replying to these questions says that this occurred because Kutuzov and Tormasov and Chichagov, and this man and that man, did not execute such and such maneuvers...
Natasha lay down, but when Princess Mary had drawn the blinds and was going away she called her back.
The fifth of November was the first day of what is called the battle of Krasnoe.
They beat the tattoo, called the roll, had supper, and settled down round the fires for the night--some repairing their footgear, some smoking pipes, and some stripping themselves naked to steam the lice out of their shirts.
"Well, you know," said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, "a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it's death.
That peasant near Mozhaysk where the battle was said the men were all called up from ten villages around and they carted for twenty days and still didn't finish carting the dead away.
On the twenty-ninth of November Kutuzov entered Vilna--his "dear Vilna" as he called it.
He called on Count Rostopchin and on some acquaintances who were back in Moscow, and he intended to leave for Petersburg two days later.
Whether the preservation of my father's house in Moscow, or the glory of the Russian arms, or the prosperity of the Petersburg and other universities, or the freedom of Poland or the greatness of Russia, or the balance of power in Europe, or a certain kind of European culture called "progress" appear to me to be good or bad, I must admit that besides these things the action of every historic character has other more general purposes inaccessible to me.
Innumerable so-called chances accompany him everywhere.
Again so-called chance accompanies him.
He disliked having anything to do with the domestic serfs--the "drones" as he called them--and everyone said he spoiled them by his laxity.
A third class of historians--the so-called historians of culture-- following the path laid down by the universal historians who sometimes accept writers and ladies as forces producing events--again take that force to be something quite different.
If the whole activity of the leaders serves as the expression of the people's will, as some historians suppose, then all the details of the court scandals contained in the biographies of a Napoleon or a Catherine serve to express the life of the nation, which is evident nonsense; but if it is only some particular side of the activity of an historical leader which serves to express the people's life, as other so-called "philosophical" historians believe, then to determine which side of the activity of a leader expresses the nation's life, we have first of all to know in what the nation's life consists.
This relation of the commander to those he commands is just what is called power.
This relation of the men who command to those they command is what constitutes the essence of the conception called power.
In our time the majority of so-called advanced people--that is, the crowd of ignoramuses--have taken the work of the naturalists who deal with one side of the question for a solution of the whole problem.
The menu has a great selection of appetizers called starter plates like lobster pot pie and pork and clams.
French toast is made with a traditional sweet bread called tsoureki, and avga spanakia is an omelet with spinach, tomato, leeks, and feta.
"Hey Heidi," his warm baritone voice called to her.
"Where's Jonathan?" he called after her.
As he started toward the doorway to their room, she called after him.
"It's cold out there," he called after her.
He said they called him a bad name.
With a heavy heart, she called his number.
She called him Papa.
She called the house phone.
She called him Papa.
"That was the doctor," he called as he got close enough to be heard.
Sharon called this morning.
Drawing a deep breath, she finally called to him.
Unless he called her, he hadn't said anything to her.
He called out behind her, but she didn't stop.
He called the house and Mom answered the phone.
She took a step toward him and called out.
We were delighted when Brandon called and told us he was bringing a friend.
Julia answered the phone and called to Brandon.
Julia called after him.
I've called you every day since the funeral.
Hours later, baked by the sun and choked with dust, Pete finally called a halt for the day.
Bordeaux stepped from behind the rock and called to the Indians.
In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern.
A woman has no greater enemy than a so-called 'decent' woman.
She called to him as he hunkered down beside a rose bush with a few brown leaves clinging to it.
Somewhere in the distance, a Meadowlark called, its melodic song adding sweetness to the smell of wild roses.
I called Mary to see if you were there and she filled me in on the whole thing.
"Come on up and see the place," Martha called as she strolled up the path to the cabin.
Martha's aunt, Howie's mother, called and practically begged her to let him fly out for a couple of days.
Martha called after us.
Two weeks passed and I'd put Howie Abbott from my mind when Betsy called one evening as I heated a frozen dinner in my lonely apartment.
I called him before I called you!
I called an historical society, or two.
As it came to a stop the conductor called out in a loud voice.
"Come to us, oh, Gwig!" called the man, in a loud voice.
They now bade farewell to the kind but unseen people of the cottage, and after the man had called their attention to a high, pyramid-shaped mountain on the opposite side of the Valley, and told them how to travel in order to reach it, they again started upon their journey.
I told them I was a Wizard, and showed them some easy tricks that amazed them; and when they saw the initials painted on the balloon they called me Oz.
To be called beautiful was a novelty in his experience.
As she entered the great hall a voice called out, in a rather harsh tone:
They played the National air called "The Oz Spangled Banner," and behind them were the standard bearers with the Royal flag.
There followed another band after this, which was called the Royal Court Band, because the members all lived in the palace.
He was often called the Ettrick Shepherd, because he was the keeper of sheep near the Ettrick Water.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
He has been called the Father of his Country.
Then he called little Benjamin to him.
He called loudly to the sailors and to the captain.
So he sat down and wrote a wonderful story, which he called "The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe."
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
Could you have foreseen that the advent of a technology called "air conditioning" in homes would alter the social fabric of the nation?
The first cars were called "horseless carriages."
Telephones, when they first appeared, were called "talking telegraphs."
ATMs replaced human bank tellers, so they are called "Automated Teller Machines."
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
"Shall I call up our men from beyond the hill?" he called out.
It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."
Grand is the characteristic, in their conception, of some special animals called "heroes."
What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
Some called them "red-coats."
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.