Dear NASAAlıntı
How are you? We OK! But we have a problem. We have a big problem. We have a very very big problem. Me and Leyla (she is a my -girl- love) we can not come together. No together. So, impossible love. Love story. Giant's love. Like Shrek. Do you know Shrek? Anyway, if Leyla and I can together, it will be the end of World. I can hear that you say "oh my god!" We are the main causes of naturel disasters. Ups! Sorry :( But mukadderat (I can not translate it) I think that you have to help us. And if you save us, you save the World. Yes, it's weird. We want to buy spaceship from you. Leyla and I go to another planet by this spaceship. We will be happy there. If we have a child we will give your name to him or her: NASA! You happy? This spaceship is our bride car. I look forward to hearing from you soon. And İsmail Abi says that you don't work hard. Because sıyırırsın.
Best regards
Mecnun Ç. and İsmail A.
After abolishing the House of Lords, the House of Commons proclaimed England a republic—the Commonwealth. But in 1653 the army, still distrusting Parliament, overthrew the Commonwealth and set up a form of government called a protectorate. Cromwell held the Office of Lord Protector, virtually a military dictator of England.
The Lord Protector tried to achieve a religious settlement for the nation by granting liberty to a wide variety of Christian groups growing on the religious landscape: Presbyterians, Independents, Baptists, Quakers, Levelers, and others. Unfortunately, he found the task impossible, and the last three years of his life were filled with disappointment and trouble. When he died in 1658, the “rule of the saints” in old England died with him. Within two years the country welcomed the return of the monarchy and, with the king, the office of bishop.
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"I don't think anything's wrong with him, sir," he'd said, carefully. "I just think he's not—" Happy, he nearly said. But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was so difficult to articulate? He couldn't remember being a child and being able to define happiness: there was only misery, or fear, and the absence of misery or fear, and the latter state was all he had needed or wanted. "I think he's shy," he finished.
Sunset had given way to twilight. Deep shadows draped over the lawn while several torches threw hot amber light across the grounds. Like those flames, the figure’s tall, athletic outline penetrated the darkness. He moved like a phantom—smooth and elusive, impossible to grab a hold of.
A qui sait bien aimer il n'est rien d'impossible.
Sayfa 182 - Küy yayınları 2 baskı Nisan 2020 (Koç üniversitesi yayınları)
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