In this post, a blogger in Gaza writes a passionate cry of despair.

If on the outside, the depleted batteries can be quickly swapped with recharged batteries.

The tone of the commentaries has, of late, become more strident and filled with war rhetoric.

I think so.

I think she is sick.

I think he's happy.

I don't think so.

I think you're right.

The patient's skin became charged as if he or she were in a bath of electricity .

I thought that was an old one.

Yeah. I think so, too.

Mm hm. I think so too.

I think he won't come.

I think he won't come.

I don't think he's coming.

I don't think he'll come.

I guess I'll stay a while.

I think they saw me.

I think Tom likes me.

I think you're wasting your time.

I think Tom is kind.

I think you have been crying.

I think that'll happen.

I believe it will.

The air of Czechoslovakia in 1968 was electric with the imported sounds of the Rolling Stones and Frank Zappa s Mothers of Invention.

He may have left for Kyoto.

I think it's OK.

I think I'm in love.

I think Tom is right.

I believe we spoke on the phone.

I think maybe I can help.

I think Tom likes me.

I think Tom knows why.

I guess I was one of the lucky ones.

and, I think, particularly, the Swiss , don't seem to be doing all that well.

All things being equal, we probably are.

I don't think it will rain this afternoon.

I don't think she takes after her mother.

I think we are still in Poland!

I guess I could wait a little bit longer.

I think it's time for a drink.

I think Tom can't understand French.

But marriage can be a fraught institution (as Strauss Kahn may know better than most).

And so that's what makes me lie awake at night, I guess, you know.

I don't think this is necessarily an algorithmic process.