Sugar Bowl

(two teats are tied up with soft cloth tape to prevent calf from suckling). Hand milking usually applies twice a day and rarely three times. However, the milker approaches the she-camel from the left side, stands on his right leg, balances the milking bowl on his left upper leg and uses his two hands for milking. 5.2 CAMEL MILK USE Camel milk is one of the most valuable food resources for the nomads in Sudan. The milk is usually drunk fresh or when it has just turned sour. Traditionally, the Sudanese

“Is it the landlady's tea, or what?” he asked, slowly and with a pained look raising himself a little on the sofa. “The landlady's, hah!” She placed in front of him her own cracked teapot, full of re-used tea, and two yellow lumps of sugar. “Here, Nastasya, please take this,” he said, feeling in his pocket (he had slept in his clothes) and pulling out a handful of copper coins, “and go and buy me a roll. And a bit of sausage, too, whatever's cheapest, at the pork butcher's.”

appropriately because the author is telling the story of someone whose expertise is text, not pictures. Early Theravada Buddhism abhorred images of the Buddha and preferred to depict only symbols at one remove from him, like his footprints or his begging bowl. As the novel makes clear, later Buddhists slid back into the Hindu practice of carving and painting images for worship. The story jumps abruptly from the scene with the blind epigraphist to another—seemingly unrelated—passage in italics that we will

au premier. La description des autres personnages porte plutôt sur les emblèmes qu’ils portent. The first character, a man, wears the clothes of his condition. He is the stereotyped English gentleman. He is old, he has a moustache. He wears a bowler hat, a blue suit and a red waistcoat. He never goes out without… He is not afraid of his opinion and can declare… By contrast, the next character… ᕣ The message of the cartoon The cartoonist’s aim is to make fun of… ᕤ Give your opinion and

wolf a sandwich and a cup of sweet tea and all would be fine. And so it was – except that for the first twenty minutes of the party guests were greeted by a pale, trembling leopard who looked as if he might collapse at any moment. And then, once the sugar rush kicked in, we almost had to scrape him off the ceiling he was so high. At least we could be confident that we were the only book launch party that year to feature a giant ugly leopard wearing a fake moustache and showing all the symptoms of bipolar

change my clothes, and be ready to receive him." So I fetched the water as he asked, and washed and rubbed him, after which he lay down again and slept a little. When he opened his eyes for the second time, he begged me to bring him a melon and some sugar, that he might eat and refresh himself. I soon chose a fine melon out of those which remained, but could find no knife to cut it with. "Look in the cornice over my head," said he, "and I think you will see one." It was so high above me, that I had