I was scheduled to have hip surgery. When the day came, off I went to NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital. My husband phoned to say he would be there the minute I came out of surgery.
“What shall I bring” he asked?
“Please bring me blue hyacinths,” I said. I thought of the flowers the whole time I was being wheeled into the operating theater and while I was disappearing into the anesthetic.
Later, I was in the recovery room. I heard what seemed like entire Beethoven symphonies in my head. I heard the nurses talking, but I wasn’t able to join the conversation. In my mind, I saw the blue hyacinths.
When I regained full consciousness, I found that I really just wanted the comfort of my husband being there.
After a while, he was at my bedside. I felt reassured and calm. He had brought daffodils. It didn’t matter.
— Janet Nelson
This morning a child on the wayto school observed Manhattan’s buildingsas treats in a candy store.The Chrysler Building was peppermint.Would it fit in her pocket?St. Patrick’s Cathedral all orange.The sunlight on the New York Public Libraryshone bright, the windows looked like wild strawberry.Grand Central Terminal cinnamon.
People were coming in and outof the Empire State Building —it smelled like a caramel square.Lincoln Center for the Performing Artswas a box of chocolate-covered cherries.The Metropolitan Museum of Artwas row upon row of bonbons.The Flatiron Building was sweet lemon.Cooper Union watermelon,One World Trade Center apricot,Yankee Stadium was full of root beer.
The Brooklyn Bridge was a lollipop.Fifth Avenue was a pack of gum.Everyone loved Wall Street,before anyone sold their sharesit was all licorice sticks.The Plaza all gummy bears.
— Ernest Slyman
I am an inveterate jogger. Once, when I was out for a run on a Wednesday night in 1979, I had a memorable meeting with a motorist in distress at the northbound 96th Street exit off the F.D.R. Drive.
I had run up that way from my apartment in Stuyvesant Town on East 20th Street.
I was about to turn around at 96th street and head back south when I saw a driver stopped at the side of the road in a way that suggested car trouble. It was my sister. She worked on the West Side then and commuted from Westchester County.
Adding to the magic of the coincidence was that even though I have never been mechanically inclined, I was able to make a temporary repair that got her back on the road.
The problem was a disconnected exhaust pipe. I asked my sister to give me her stockings. Then I shimmied under the car and used them to tie the pipe to the chassis.
In about five minutes, we were on our way: she to Westchester, and me back to 20th Street.
— John McMahon
Almost always, the first stop my wife and I make when we visit Manhattan from our home in Nebraska is Katz’s Deli on Houston Street.
On our last trip, during summertime, East Houston Street was all torn up. Traffic was a mess. After having our usual wonderful lunch at Katz’s, I was trying to hail a cab, but the construction work was keeping them all away from the curb.
As I stood on the corner waving my arms like a rube, one of the construction workers looked in my direction and started to laugh. My immediate reaction was anger. I thought he was enjoying my predicament.
Then he turned, stepped into the slow-moving traffic and motioned the cars along until a cab appeared. Standing in front of it, he pointed toward me. It was clear he wasn’t going to let the cab continue on until my wife and I were in it.
As we hustled into the back of the cab, I waved in his direction. I don’t think he saw me. He was already returning to his previous spot.
— Charles Braithwaite
I was reading a biography of John Quincy Adams in the lounge at the Center for Fiction in Brooklyn while my wife was upstairs at her book club. It was peaceful, silent.
I noticed a young man at a table a few feet away from me. He was drawing in a sketchbook. I began to sketch him sketching. By and by, he noticed the familiar look of a sketcher, and he began to sketch me sketching him sketching.
For a few excellent minutes, we sketched each other. I noticed a young woman watching us. She seemed delighted. The silence was maintained.
Eventually the young man and I showed each other our sketches and the young woman joined in. He was obviously very skilled, and it turned out that he was a professional illustrator.
He then sketched the young woman, and she asked him to autograph the drawing.
— Ira Jacobson
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2005香港历史开奖记录完整版“【差】【一】【点】【点】【了】，【就】【差】【一】【点】【点】。”【小】【龙】【女】【口】【中】【不】【断】【的】【嘀】【咕】【着】，【像】【是】【在】【给】【自】【己】【打】【气】。 【满】【头】【的】【汗】【珠】【和】【苍】【白】【的】【脸】【已】【经】【显】【示】【她】【的】【竭】【尽】【全】【力】，【她】【快】【要】【坚】【持】【不】【住】【了】。 【小】【龙】【女】【现】【在】【心】【里】【也】【有】【些】【着】【急】，【就】【差】【一】【点】【点】，【一】【点】【点】【她】【就】【能】【拿】【到】【了】，【可】【惜】【就】【是】【这】【一】【点】【点】【的】【距】【离】，【她】【的】【龙】【珠】【已】【经】【有】【些】【受】【不】【住】【岩】【浆】【的】【温】【度】【了】。 【龙】【珠】【上】【面】【的】【光】【芒】
“【起】【床】【了】？”【李】【行】【的】【声】【音】【气】【定】【神】【闲】【的】，【看】【来】【对】【他】【来】【说】【这】【不】【算】【什】【么】【大】【事】【儿】。 “【我】【什】【么】【时】【候】【睡】【过】【懒】【觉】？” “【也】【是】，【我】【最】【喜】【欢】【你】【的】【一】【点】【就】【是】【自】【律】，【对】【于】【一】【个】【艺】【人】【来】【说】，【这】【是】【迈】【向】【成】【功】【必】【备】【的】【品】【质】。 【对】【方】【喝】【了】【口】【茶】，【润】【了】【润】【嗓】【子】【继】【续】【说】【道】：“【网】【上】【的】【事】【情】【知】【道】【了】【吧】？” “【很】【荣】【幸】，【能】【跟】【顶】【流】【传】【绯】【闻】，【这】【阵】【仗】【果】【然】
【林】【月】【月】【显】【然】【早】【已】【经】【有】【了】【预】【判】，【知】【道】【底】【下】【的】【人】【会】【如】【何】【议】【论】【她】，【但】【是】【即】【便】【如】【此】，【也】【还】【是】【满】【脸】【通】【红】。 “【可】【是】，【那】【又】【如】【何】？【他】【们】【说】【的】【这】【些】【话】，【你】【能】【亲】【耳】【听】【见】？【他】【们】【敢】【在】【你】【面】【前】【说】【一】【个】【字】？” 【忍】【冬】【循】【循】【善】【诱】，“【你】【是】【公】【子】【的】【人】，【管】【你】【从】【前】【是】【什】【么】【身】【份】，【现】【在】【认】【准】【这】【一】【条】【便】【是】【了】，【旁】【的】【人】【不】【足】【为】【虑】，【莫】【要】【庸】【人】【自】【扰】。” 【林】
【宁】【逺】【啲】【憾】【倁】【壹】【淔】【嘟】【茬】【咑】【汧】，【珂】【湜】【周】【圍】【甚】【麽】【嘟】【沒】【冇】，【珂】【湜】【讓】【它】【冇】【篰】【汾】【奇】【怪】【孒】。 “【冇】【甚】【麽】【髮】【現】【吗】”【篁】【红】【問】【孒】【問】【宁】【逺】，【它】【甚】【麽】【嘟】【沒】【冇】【髮】【現】。 【宁】【逺】【摇】【孒】【摇】【頭】“【卧】【吔】【甚】【麽】【嘟】【沒】【冇】【髮】【現】，【這】【哩】【対】【启】【來】【丕】【壹】【様】，【珂】【湜】【壹】【點】【预】【兆】【嘟】【沒】【冇】。” “【卧】【扪】【進】【呿】【夿】。”【沒】【冇】【甚】【麽】【髮】【現】，【它】【扪】【呮】【螚】【進】【呿】【李】【間】【哩】【喕】【查】【対】【孒】。 【淔】【倒】【夨】【傢】【赱】
“【现】【在】【的】【情】【况】【就】【是】【这】【样】【了】。”【众】【人】【望】【着】【叶】【子】【毫】【无】【意】【识】【的】【身】【体】，【感】【到】【了】【一】【阵】【阵】【的】【担】【忧】。 “【他】【身】【体】【的】【各】【项】【指】【标】【都】【很】【正】【常】，【但】【就】【是】【醒】【不】【过】【来】。”【炫】【炫】【十】【分】【着】【急】【的】【看】【着】【屏】【幕】【上】【的】【数】【据】【说】【道】。 “【看】【来】，【人】【类】【的】【科】【技】【是】【无】【法】【解】【释】【这】【边】【的】【情】【况】【了】。”【达】【芬】【妮】【转】【身】【看】【向】【了】【巨】【树】【周】【围】【的】【传】【送】【门】。 “【对】【啊】，【也】【许】【那】【些】【亚】【特】【兰】【蒂】【斯】【人】2005香港历史开奖记录完整版【眼】【见】【德】【王】【欲】【起】【身】【离】【去】，【墨】【北】【川】【眼】【中】【犹】【豫】【一】【闪】，【终】【还】【是】【起】【身】【道】：“【王】【爷】【且】【慢】！” 【已】【经】【转】【过】【身】【朝】【着】【门】【口】【走】【去】【的】【德】【王】，【听】【到】【墨】【北】【川】【的】【声】【音】，【心】【中】【顿】【时】“【咯】【噔】”【一】【下】，【暗】【道】【不】【好】。 【德】【王】【面】【上】【依】【然】【故】【作】【平】【静】【的】【转】【身】，【看】【向】【同】【样】【已】【经】【站】【起】【身】【来】【的】【墨】【北】【川】，【声】【音】【尽】【量】【不】【含】【波】【动】【道】：“【你】【要】【留】【下】【本】【王】？” “【王】【叔】，【我】【本】【不】【欲】【如】
【磕】【磕】【绊】【绊】【终】【于】【结】【束】【了】‘【小】【日】【子】’，【心】【中】【忽】【然】【感】【觉】【空】【荡】【荡】。 【尽】【管】【成】【绩】【很】【差】，【我】【却】【从】【中】【学】【到】【了】【许】【多】【东】【西】，【也】【算】【是】【为】【下】【一】【本】【积】【累】【经】【验】【了】。 【别】【的】【也】【不】【再】【多】【说】【了】，【感】【谢】【兄】【弟】【姐】【妹】【们】【一】【路】【陪】【伴】。 【咱】【们】【下】【一】【本】《【妖】【厨】【神】》【再】【见】。
【到】【了】【中】【午】【时】，【皇】【帝】【如】【约】【而】【至】，【他】【还】【带】【来】【了】【刚】【被】【禁】【足】【的】【魏】【氏】，【这】【是】【摆】【明】【了】【是】【要】【沐】【雪】【儿】【难】【堪】。 “【给】【皇】【上】【请】【安】！”【沐】【雪】【儿】【一】【行】【人】【向】【进】【来】【的】【皇】【帝】【请】【安】。 “【臣】【妾】【给】【皇】【后】【娘】【娘】【请】【安】！”【魏】【氏】【行】【了】【个】【礼】，【沐】【雪】【儿】【并】【没】【有】【理】【她】，【而】【是】【坐】【在】【了】【桌】【前】。【这】【让】【赵】【灵】【儿】【姐】【妹】【两】【个】【看】【着】【这】【场】【景】【很】【是】【尴】【尬】，【不】【知】【道】【该】【如】【何】【了】。 “【这】【是】【朕】【的】【魏】
【白】【樱】【落】【将】【凤】【夕】【云】【的】【手】【紧】【紧】【抓】【在】【了】【凤】【夕】【云】【的】【背】【后】，【从】【远】【处】【看】【过】【来】【就】【像】【白】【樱】【落】【搂】【着】【凤】【夕】【云】【的】【腰】【一】【样】。 【凤】【夕】【云】【挣】【脱】【了】【半】【天】【没】【挣】【脱】【出】【去】，【才】【震】【惊】【地】【看】【着】【白】【樱】【落】， “【你】。。”【力】【气】【怎】【么】【这】【么】【大】！ 【白】【樱】【落】【用】【空】【着】【的】【一】【只】【手】【直】【接】【捏】【着】【凤】【夕】【云】【的】【下】【颚】， “【你】【的】【手】【段】【我】【已】【经】【领】【教】【过】【了】，【不】【怎】【么】【样】。【我】【的】【手】【段】【你】【不】【是】【应】【该】【也】