Before man baked bread, he made bulgur by parboiling wheat and spreading it out in the sun to dry. […] Every household in the Near East prepared a year's store of bulgur in the fall after the wheat harvest.
I think I'm as hard as a nur, and as tough as whitleather.
Some members of the ensemble, apparently victims of gatophobia, leaped about the stage trying to avoid the feline intruder.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: / Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness; but still will keep / A bower quiet for us, and a sleep / Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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