linen

I took the right side of the closet.

Right. SAVANO

Well, not exactly.

That's a closet Mr. Bigelow.

Get in the closet.

Sam broke his closet.

Observe that closet, cousin Elizabeth. What do you say to that? Well...

Inside the closet are some clothes.

Sure, I'll be right back

Mamy is in the closet?

There's still some room in the closet.

Don't put it in the foyer.

I hung my coat in the hall closet.

Now, I'm not complaining.

If you stand on this stool, you can reach the top of the closet.

He closed the door of the room, came forward to the dressing table, and put down his burdens.

Where do they keep the reserve medical supplies?

Only unconscious. Open the closet.

Get Mamy out of the closet.

I wish I had not worn that ugly suit that day.

It was bright, pink, and shiny just as it had been at first.

This gigantic virtual school originates from the smallest of places

Here's a thought experiment. Imagine you're a firefly.

Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.

The second choice is false. There's no reason that objects wouldn't have colors.

A life without shame in his day, what that meant was a linen shirt, and today, well, you still need the shirt, but you need the hybrid car, the HDTV, two holidays a year in the sun, the netbook and iPad, the list goes on an almost inexhaustible supply of goods, driven by this anxiety.

With his newfound fame and resources, this is the worldwide headquarters of the Khan Academy,

Nobody helped me out in that closet with those cigars.

The more I pondered over this harpooneer, the more I abominated the thought of sleeping with him.

I say, Yes, we can talk about this issue.

They were universally a thirsty race.

Because when you need it again, the meeting is literally hanging in your closet.

Locked me in the broom closet for three days with nothing but a box of cigars and a book of matches.

Yeah, I believe in a God who can do miracles and I have a pair of shoes in my closet.

We happen to have number three and number four, we tell the subject.

We weren't known as the typical women women in Iceland up until then.

When we first met Sal Khan 18 months ago, he was working at home in a converted closet in the heart of Silicone Valley.

Speak e! tell ee me who ee be, or dam me, I kill e! again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire.

Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.

The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers The traces, of the smallest spider's web

So, let me tell you what those things mean. The first of the two steps in the

Why, inside the whale at the bottom of the sea.

Isn't what I see, hear, and smell... just the mirage of a world before the world?

I have known something of him before.