They were the same age, same size. In finality , the guy ran and left his sneakers. And those being the spoils of war, my brother picked up the sneakers and brought them home.
really, a final flourish in their transhumanunification. But the finality of it, zero out their bodies, had marked a break for Huw. Mum and Dad were now technically dead.
You know, we would have gone to our deaths. We would have become hashtag the truth, perhaps would have never come out. There would have been a cloudy murkiness around this story that wouldn't have given the final finality to it. People would have still been on one side saying, Know something was wrong with that case. Others would have been saying good riddance and it would have been a narrative of black America, that same narrative that people are
And it doesn't work that way. The appellate system is much more focused on what's called finality of judgment, finalizing the conviction if there's a conviction in criminal cases than it is in seeking justice.
He suddenly turned to another one, they were red, green, and blue dots and I said 23. And he shut the book with this terrible finality and said, Mr. Winchester, I'm terribly sorry to have to tell you that Her Majesty, the Queen, takes a rather dim view of people driving her very expensive warships around the world who can't tell red from green, and therefore left from right.
And because it's an open public, private key system that is very variable and at the second that you send a transaction, basically the settlement finality or essentially the time that it takes the transaction to confirm and being not recursable is very quick.
Let's live in that complicated moment, instead of trying to gloss over it and pretend that it's not complicated. It's amazing to me to think that you might have thought of the finality for the first act differently, because it seems, to me, so central to the play. It's a rebirth scene among other things.
I felt entirely buoyed and supported and loved by the dirty river, the ugly bridge, the beautiful city, and the questionable rope. I read something that Joyce Carol Oates tweeted the other day about how it was cool to have finality with a typewriter and ink and paper.
She never trusted the light because she knew the story of . and my mom. And just like-- and a real acknowledgment of death and a real understanding of finality can bring about emotional honesty and beauty and truth.