I waited for the modems to finish their handshaking so I could start transferring the file.

It is also about the mutedness of the monasteries' awareness of the wider society of the Old Regime.

When a wave mounds on the outside and takes its shape, a surfer quickly paddles to the peak, positions himself in its evolving momentum, swings his board around, aligns with the peak, and thrusts himself into its cascading shape.

If you ask me that woman's as mad as a hatter.