The people groaned under the burden of heavy taxation.

I'm 150 feet down an illegal mine shaft in Ghana.

When I started using a computer I was taken in by Norton's CPU hungry software and had a lot of trouble.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons,

The king's climb down is harder.

Today you're here, and they have arranged An utterly gloomy and cloudy day, It rains, and it's getting unusually late,

And this is the thanks for all my care!

Can't it have more gusto?

Bitter

In ancient times all the kings burdened the people with heavy taxes.

A sense of trouble ahead oppressed his spirits.

logically, it's all on the same playing field to me.

Ah, the Suffering... the sweet suffering.

One cannot have pain without pleasure, and one cannot have pleasure without pain.

Pain.

I had a very hard time writing the paper.

We remember. We remember the sorrows of our persecution we remember the great travails of our dispersion.

Oh, my heart!

Stop the pain.

Thank you, friends.

I'm gonna die!

Thank you, Officer.

You did good.

It hurts.

Welcome back.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

But my joyful period was marred by solemn and morbid thoughts thoughts of walking through the prison's high security death row, as this was the only route to take me to the makeshift operating room.

So, finally, we will be able to create

Lemons are sour.

I have to drive trouble in the hills.

Good night.

Are merely a chef in my kitchen, nothing more.

Give you a bad time?

Big deal.

Cut it! Tear it! There's no other way out.

Carl.

You OK?

Afternoon.

Humans.

Thanks, guys.

Thank you.

The agony.

No, I don't eat that shit.

Make him suffer.