It's a compound curve interior.

It's a dogleg.

I mean I was totally hooked.

And the lines look curved.

It has four pairs of large eyes, curved legs, eight curved legs, and spinnerets.

As the juveniles are growing up, their horns actually curve backwards.

Straight, V, or curved blades may be used.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust our belly cleaveth unto the earth.

Broken, fallen over on this rock in the middle of March in 2000, typical Irish weather on a Wednesday gray, snot, tears everywhere, ridiculously self pitying.

It may be vibrating it may be vertically extended (towering) or horizontally extended (stooping).

A little, little.

What I had to devise was a way of fooling the eye into believing that all these panels are curved with the shell.

Just a bit, just a bit. Straight.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

But on a curved sphere, the shortest distance between any two points follows what's called a great circle.

So remember, concave means it opens inward, like a cave. Convex means it kind of opens outward.

A little bit closer, a bit more.

The ball will spin. Grab the catch. Okay.

The hump of Hitler s bunker curved softly under the earth a football pitch or so away.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him my Savior, my helper, and my God.

Behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and she was bent over, and could in no way straighten herself up.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

And, behold, there was a woman which had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bowed together, and could in no wise lift up herself.

Austria, a neighboring country, slightly similar, slightly different.

They'd just begun to light up a little bit, open up a little bit.

Hey, easy does it, miss. Don't wear yourself out.

little.

A bit.

A little.

Just a little.

A little bit.

A little.

Very little.

Little bit.

Just peachy.

Some.

A little.

Her whispering, Thanks love. Lightly, lightly against me.

Not a bit, lass, not a bit. Come on.