and what would he do--even suppose she told him?
i will tell you, if you like.
i should very much like.
piety, then, is that which is dear to the gods, and impiety is that which is not dear to them.
very good, euthyphro; you have now given me the sort of answer which i wanted. but whether what you say is true or not i cannot as yet tell, although i make no doubt that you will prove the truth of your words.
"i think you may trust me to protect myself against intruders," he said, not without a little pique.
"that is how i should prefer the thing arranged," she answered coldly. "i know you men; you think nothing of a woman's reputation."
the cheap prices of its commodities are the heavy artillery with which it batters down all chinese walls, with which it forces the barbarians' intensely obstinate hatred of foreigners to capitulate. it compels all nations, on pain of extinction, to adopt the bourgeois mode of production; it compels them to introduce what it calls civilisation into their midst, i.e., to become bourgeois themselves. in one word, it creates a world after its own image.
his shoulders were sore and stiff from the heavy strain upon them of the previous day, and he wished more than once that he had some of his mother's household liniment to rub them with. yet so great was his delight at reaching once more his native land that all discomforts were speedily forgotten.
then it was that the idea came to him that no ordinary mortal could have thwarted him so easily, and he began to fear he was dealing--perhaps unawares--with some great magician or sorcerer. that a fairy should have assumed a mortal form he never once considered, for such a thing was until then unheard of in the enchanted island of yew.
but if is wasn't
and isn't were