These two amniotic groups collectively contain the walruses, rattlesnakes, and parakeets we know today.

My ignorant, arrogant coarseness, my secret pride, my turning away.

This one.. for rude bastard. lt i gt In ready position!

No more so than your adenoids and your bad manners.

Would you believe that walruses, rattlesnakes, and parakeets all once lived in the same house?

I will not tolerate hearing my mother's name on your coarse tongue.

It is power, the crude face of domination.

Is he some kind of bear?

He also likes to get into the mind of the animal at various times ( Be the walrus! ).

And Paul Rand was a kind of crusty designer, you know, a crusty designer, like a good kind of like a good French bread?

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Or if we go into the mountains of Tibet, where I'm doing a lot of research recently, you'll see it's a crude face of political domination.

I didn't quite get it. And Paul Rand was a kind of crusty designer, you know, a crusty designer, like a good kind of like a good French bread?

While the government has managed to restore order, its heavy handed, discriminatory approach has weakened prospects for peace.

Authoritarian, crude, and somewhat megalomaniacal (almost as though he were a king himself), Thaksin was a Thai version of Silvio Berlusconi.

The communist Knight, the new caballero de la triste figura, a kind of enlightened idiot, blinded by his loyalty to the unreal and by his harsh political correctness, considers Lenin a new Moses.

The collapse of empires has let loose the savage impulse to settle historical scores, redress ancient ethnic grievances, and set right real or imagined injustices over national borders, the treatment of minorities, or the control of resources.

One cannot fail to understand that, given the natural desire of the Russian speaking population to protect itself from blatant discrimination, Russia will be unable to remain a disinterested observer. B. N. YELTSIN

Nobel prize winning economist Paul Krugman, who berates the Fed for not opening the monetary sluice far wider, showed the follies of the crude Keynesian approach nearly a decade ago.

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

They were very different characters who shared a similar philosophy, albeit expressed with more charm by a president who much admired her directness and her simple, even blunt assertions of the old verities.