Father was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in what side that not for me died not
You are nothing but a doll. Nothing but a doll -- doll -- doll! You care for nothing. You are stuffed with sawdust. You never had a heart. Nothing could ever make you feel. You are a doll!
Sometimes when you're pressing, you squeeze the stick too hard and instead of a goal you have a handful of sawdust. A big team effort and victory erases all of that. It's nice to get off this little slide we were on. Our mindset will be so much different. They know how hard things have been and it's nice to see them leave the rink with a well-deserved smile.
Every unnatural activity of the brain is as mischievous as any unnatural activity of the body and that pressing people to learn things they do not want to know is as unwholesome and disastrous as feeding them on sawdust.
I've had my best times when trailing a Mainbocher evening gown across a sawdust floor. I've always loved high style in low company.
On Broadway it was still bright afternoon and the gassy air was almost motionless under the leaden spokes of sunlight, and sawdust footprints lay about the doorways of butcher shops and fruit stores. And the great, great crowd, the inexhaustible current of millions of every race and kind pouring out, pressing round, of every age, of every genius, possessors of every human secret, antique and future, in every face the refinement of one particular motive or essence I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want. Faster, much faster than any man could make the tally. The sidewalks were wider than any causeway the street itself was immense, and it quaked and gleamed and it seemed ... to throb at the last limit of endurance.
All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put the past together again. So let's remember Don't try to saw sawdust.
The obstacle course had three walls, and you were supposed to climb one of them on the basis of your ability. But I'm not a physical person, so I picked the smallest wall, ran around it and fell into the sawdust.
The clear layer is glycerin. You can mix glycerin back in when you make soap. Or You can skim the glycerin off. You can mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin. You can mix nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite. You can blow up bridges. You can mix nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and parafin and make gelatin explosives. You can blow up a building, easy. With enough soap, you can blow up the whole world.
It's crazy this year, ... Three years ago, we had 5,000 tons of pellets in stock. ... Now, we are at maximum capacity, and I don't know if we can keep up. Everybody is out selling all the stoves they can, but they can't get fuel. I don't know how to correct this. I don't know how much more sawdust is available.
These long-haired, mentally unstable, petty little sawdust Caesars only find courage like rats, by hunting in packs.
Have you ever tried to split sawdust?