Why, indeed! Don't be a fool! You know if he marries her she'll roll in wealth, said Korabléva.
Why, indeed! Don't be a fool! You know if he marries her she'll roll in wealth,
[…] I believe that it is mistaken to maintain that the language of ideology is a discrete ‘sociolect’, a sort of meta-language which draws upon but remains distinct from the language of everyday life.
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out.
Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread.
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