Casual game

wealthy industrialists, and saints. Writers create satire, humor, tragedy, social criticism, and romance. Some write in experimental styles that require careful decoding; others are happy to lay out their tales in a traditional fashion that keeps the casual reader interested. Both men and women write movingly of the lives of South Asia’s women and girls. Many write about the world of their childhood, others try to depict contemporary reality, and an increasing number are writing historical novels ranging

tying them became popular, the generic name then changing to “tie.” The relentless march of the tie through the twentieth century has made it the de rigueur dress item for men in all but the most casual of businesses. Bremer Communication, a U.S. image consultancy, has divided the now ubiquitous “business casual” into three levels: basic, standard, and executive. Only at the basic level is a tie not required, and they recommend that this is best restricted to “those days when you have little customer

several dozen ink drawings and charcoal sketches. Then, very slowly and methodically, tamping down his enthusiasm in an uncharacteristic display of tightlipped control, Harry began fobbing off the bogus works to various collectors around the world. The game continued for more than a year, in which time twenty of the paintings were dispensed with, netting close to two million dollars. Because Harry was the front man—and therefore the one who stood to have his reputation destroyed—the forgers agreed on

as we have said, that Miss Bangle, having come to the spelling-school to get materials for a letter to a female friend, first shone upon Mr. Horner. She was excessively amused by his solemn air and puckered mouth, and set him down at once as fair game. Yet she could not help becoming somewhat interested in the spelling-school, and after it was over found she had not stored up half as many of the schoolmaster's points as she intended, for the benefit of her correspondent. In the evening's contest

silhouette ultraglamour, au féminin comme au masculin. Imprimés baroques, motifs animaliers, luxe assumé voire ostentatoire, palette chatoyante et découpes affriolantes composent l’ADN de la maison. Un vocabulaire qu’il a désormais étendu à sa ligne casual Just Cavalli, aux accessoires et à son premier parfum éponyme sorti récemment. Au printemps dernier, lors du Salone Internazionale del Mobile 2012, il a levé le voile sur son nouveau « bébé », une collection de décoration baptisée Roberto Cavalli

family and its Afro-Caribbean maid. Just after Christopher commits these horrible crimes, an Afro-Caribbean voice breaks into the narrative and begins to recount Christopher’s history using patois: Like his labor, his connections to other people were casual. If he had thought about it, he would realize that there was not one single smaddy in the world who cared if he lived or died. His death would cause inconvenience to no one—unless him dead on dem property. In this loneliness, he longed for his grandmother

Productions possibles : Group A – If I was the Indian man, I would be angry and confused: “These people have arrived from the ocean and my people have done all that they can to make them feel at home. We have saved their lives by teaching them how to hunt game and plant crops and we have kept them warm by teaching them to make shelters. Yet, at the end of this wonderful meal, they leave the payments to us. It should be them paying! They seem so ungrateful, as if all we did for them was expected and worthy

du hooliganisme. Le contrôle social mis en place (conventions européennes, lois et décrets nationaux, périmètre de sécurité autour des stades, mesures de palpation, vidéosurveillance) a provoqué l’émergence d’une nouvelle forme de hooligans : les casuals (Redhead, 1987)1, supporters violents ne portant plus aucun signe distinctif de leur groupe d’appartenance. Leur tenue vestimentaire inspire confiance, favorise l’anonymat. Le filtrage à l’entrée du périmètre de sécurité et du stade par les forces de

If there is any special pleading here, it is not the desire for sympathy— which can quickly seem empty—but a desire for regard and appreciation for having transcended somewhat the added handicaps of old age. Let me, however, not succumb to the phony game of false modesty. To wish to be admired is hardly sinful, and most of us think we have something worthwhile to say. Big deal! Therefore, I have decided to make one of the major case histories in this book my own, which appears pseudonymously in the

reporting ... that they're lying to me or something?" "No," he says. "It is very unlikely your people are lying to you. But your measurements definitely are." "Yeah, okay, sometimes we massage the numbers here and there. But everybody has to play that game." "You're missing the point," he says. "You think you're running an efficient plant ... but your thinking is wrong." "What's wrong with my thinking? It's no different from the thinking of most other managers." "Yes, exactly," says Jonah. "What's that