【香川】私の場合毎日オナニーかな【愛生】 0154どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/01(木) 12:53:51.75ID:TjahWJxH ワールドチェスチャンピオンシップ。 世界チャンピオンのカールセン(ノルウェー)にカリヤーキン(ロシア)が挑戦。 12ラウンド戦い、1勝1敗10分けのタイ。 ちょうどいまラピッド(持ち時間短め)のタイブレークをやっております。 0155どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/08(木) 00:01:19.85ID:HQX1Nn0X skull ゴルフでは、ボールの上を叩くトップショットの意味がある。 0156どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:17:54.62ID:EIxfw08D To this worthy, a neat, cleanly gentleman in uniform, wearing on his breast the medals for the relief of Chitral and the Soudan Campaigns, the two men delivered the perforated halves of their tickets and passed through the outer lobby into a small room. By a door at the other end stood a thin man with a straggling beard. His eyes were red-rimmed and weak, he wore long narrow buttoned boots, and he had a trick of pecking his head forwards and sideways like an inquisitive hen.
'You have the word, brothers?' he asked, speaking German like one unaccustomed to the language.
The taller of the two strangers shot a swift glance at the sentinel that absorbed the questioner from his cracked patent leather boots to his flamboyant watch-chain. Then he answered in Italian:
'Nothing!'
The face of the guardian flushed with pleasure at the familiar tongue.
'Pass, brother; it is very good to hear that language.'
The air of the crowded hall struck the two men in the face like the blast from a destructor. It was unclean; unhealthy--the scent of an early-morning doss-house. 0157どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:20:41.88ID:EIxfw08D The hall was packed, the windows were closed and curtained, and as a precautionary measure, little Peter had placed thick blankets before the ventilators. At one end of the hall was a platform on which stood a semicircle of chairs and in the centre was a table draped with red. On the wall behind the chairs--every one of which was occupied--was a huge red flag bearing in the centre a great white 'C'. It had been tacked to the wall, but one corner had broken away revealing a part of the painted scroll of the mission workers: '...are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.' The two intruders pushed their way through a group that were gathered at the door. Three aisles ran the length of the building, and they made their way along the central gangway and found seats near the platform. A brother was speaking. He was a good and zealous worker but a bad orator. He spoke in German and enunciated commonplaces with hoarse emphasis. He said all the things that other men had said and forgotten. 'This is the time to strike' was his most notable sentence, and notable only because it evoked a faint buzz of applause. The audience stirred impatiently. The good Bentvitch had spoken beyond his allotted time; and there were other people to speak--and prosy at that. And it would be ten o'clock before the Woman of Gratz would rise. The babble was greatest in the corner of the hall, where little Peter, all eyes and startled eyebrows, was talking to an audience of his own. 'It is impossible, it is absurd, it is most foolish!' his thin voice rose almost to a scream. 'I should laugh at it--we should all laugh, but the Woman of Gratz has taken the matter seriously, and she is afraid!''Afraid!''Nonsense!''Oh, Peter, the fool!' There were other things said because everybody in the vicinity expressed an opinion. Peter was distressed, but not by the epithets. He was crushed, humiliated, beaten by his tremendous tidings. He was nearly crying at the horrible thought. The Woman of Gratz was afraid! The Woman of Gratz who...It was unthinkable. He turned his eyes toward the platform, but she was not there. 'Tell us about it, Peter,' pleaded a dozen voices; but the little man with the tears twinkling on his fair eyelashes waved them off. So far from his incoherent outburst they had learnt only this--that the Woman of Gratz was afraid.And that was bad enough. For this woman--she was a girl really, a slip of a child who should have been finishing her education somewhere in Germany--this same woman had once risen and electrified the world. There had been a meeting in a small Hungarian town to discuss ways and means. And when the men had finished their denunciation of Austria, she rose and talked. A short-skirted little girl with two long flaxen braids of hair, thin-legged, flat-chested, angular, hipless--that is what the men of Gratz noticed as they smiled behind their hands and wondered why her father had brought her to the meeting. But her speech...two hours she spoke and no man stirred. A little flat-chested girl full of sonorous phrases--mostly she had collected them from the talk in Old Joseph's kitchen. But with some power of her own, she had spun them together, these inconsiderable truisms, and had endowed them with a wondrous vitality. They were old, old platitudes, if the truth be told, but at some time in the history of revolution, some long dead genius had coined them, and newly fashioned in the furnace of his soul they had shaped men's minds and directed their great and dreadful deeds. 0158どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:22:32.58ID:EIxfw08D So the Woman of Gratz arrived, and they talked about her and circulated her speeches in every language. And she grew. The hollow face of this lank girl filled, and the flat bosom rounded and there came softer lines and curves to her angular figure, and, almost before they realized the fact, she was beautiful. So her fame had grown until her father died and she went to Russia. Then came a series of outrages which may be categorically and briefly set forth:-- 1: General Maloff shot dead by an unknown woman in his private room at the Police Bureau, Moscow. 2: Prince Hazallarkoff shot dead by an unknown woman in the streets of Petrograd. 3: Colonel Kaverdavskov killed by a bomb thrown by a woman who made her escape. And the Woman of Gratz leapt to a greater fame. She had been arrested half a dozen times, and whipped twice, but they could prove nothing against her and elicit nothing from her--and she was very beautiful. Now to the thundering applause of the waiting delegates, she stepped upon the platform and took the last speaker's place by the side of the red-covered table. She raised her hand and absolute and complete silence fell on the hall, so much so that her first words sounded strident and shrill, for she had attuned her voice to the din. She recovered her pitch and dropped her voice to a conversational tone. She stood easily with her hands clasped behind her and made no gesture. The emotion that was within her she conveyed through her wonderful voice. Indeed, the power of the speech lay rather in its delivery than in its substance, for only now and then did she depart from the unwritten text of Anarchism: the right of the oppressed to overthrow the oppressor; the divinity of violence; the sacredness of sacrifice and martyrdom in the cause of enlightenment. One phrase alone stood apart from the commonplace of her oratory. She was speaking of the Theorists who counsel reform and condemn violence, 'These Christs who deputize their Calvaries,' she called them with fine scorn, and the hall roared its approval of the imagery. It was the fury of the applause that disconcerted her; the taller of the two men who sat watching her realized that much. For when the shouting had died down and she strove to resume, she faltered and stammered and then was silent. Then abruptly and with surprising vehemence she began again. But she had changed the direction of her oratory, and it was upon another subject that she now spoke. A subject nearer to her at that moment than any other, for her pale cheeks flushed and a feverish light came to her eyes as she spoke. 0159どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:26:20.05ID:EIxfw08D It is not for you or me to judge Manfred and his works. I say 'Manfred', though I might as well have said 'Gonsalez', or for the matter of that 'Poiccart', since they are equally guilty or great according to the light in which you view their acts. The most lawless of us would hesitate to defend them, but the greater humanitarian could scarcely condemn them. From the standpoint of us, who live within the law, going about our business in conformity with the code, and unquestioningly keeping to the left or to the right as the police direct, their methods were terrible, indefensible, revolting. It does not greatly affect the issue that, for want of a better word, we call them criminals. Such would be mankind's unanimous designation, but I think--indeed, I know--that they were indifferent to the opinions of the human race. I doubt very much whether they expected posterity to honour them. Their action towards the cabinet minister was murder, pure and simple. Yet, in view of the large humanitarian problems involved, who would describe it as pernicious? Frankly I say of the three men who killed Sir Philip Ramon, and who slew ruthlessly in the name of Justice, that my sympathies are with them. There are crimes for which there is no adequate punishment, and offences that the machinery of the written law cannot efface. Therein lies the justification for the Four Just Men,--the Council of Justice as they presently came to call themselves a council of great intellects, passionless. And not long after the death of Sir Philip and while England still rang with that exploit, they performed an act or a series of acts that won not alone from the Government of Great Britain, but from the Governments of Europe, a sort of unofficial approval and Falmouth had his wish. For here they waged war against great world-criminals--they pitted their strength, their cunning, and their wonderful intellects against the most powerful organization of the underworld-against past masters of villainous arts, and brains equally agile. It was the day of days for the Red Hundred. The wonderful inter-national congress was meeting in London, the first great congress of recognized Anarchism. This was no hole-and-corner gathering of hurried men speaking furtively, but one open and unafraid with three policemen specially retained for duty outside the hall, a commissionaire to take tickets at the outer lobby, and a shorthand writer with a knowledge of French and Yiddish to make notes of remarkable utterances. The wonderful congress was a fact. When it had been broached there were people who laughed at the idea; Niloff of Vitebsk was one because he did not think such openness possible. But little Peter (his preposterous name was Konoplanikova, and he was a reporter on the staff of the foolish Russkoye Znamza), this little Peter who had thought out the whole thing, whose idea it was to gather a conference of the Red Hundred in London, who hired the hall and issued the bills (bearing in the top left-hand corner the inverted triangle of the Hundred) asking those Russians in London interested in the building of a Russian Sailors' Home to apply for tickets, who, too, secured a hall where interruption was impossible, was happy--yea, little brothers, it was a great day for Peter. 0160どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:29:25.43ID:EIxfw08D 'You can always deceive the police,' said little Peter enthusiastically; 'call a meeting with a philanthropic object and--voila!' Wrote Inspector Falmouth to the assistant commissioner of police:-- Your respected communication to hand. The meeting to be held tonight at the Phoenix Hall, Middlesex Street, E., with the object of raising funds for a Russian Sailors' Home is, of course, the first international congress of the Red Hundred. Shall not be able to get a man inside, but do not think that matters much, as meeting will be engaged throwing flowers at one another and serious business will not commence till the meeting of the inner committee. I inclose a list of men already arrived in London, and have the honour to request that you will send me portraits of under-mentioned men. There were three delegates from Baden, Herr Schmidt from Frieburg, Herr Bleaumeau from Karlsruhe, and Herr Von Dunop from Mannheim. They were not considerable persons, even in the eyes of the world of Anarchism; they called for no particular notice, and therefore the strange thing that happened to them on the night of the congress is all the more remarkable. Herr Schmidt had left his pension in Bloomsbury and was hurrying eastward. It was a late autumn evening and a chilly rain fell, and Herr Schmidt was debating in his mind whether he should go direct to the rendezvous where he had promised to meet his two compatriots, or whether he should call a taxi and drive direct to the hall, when a hand grasped his arm. He turned quickly and reached for his hip pocket. Two men stood behind him and but for themselves the square through which he was passing was deserted. Before he could grasp the Browning pistol, his other arm was seized and the taller of the two men spoke. 'You are Augustus Schmidt?' he asked.'That is my name.' 'You are an anarchist?''That is my affair.' 'You are at present on your way to a meeting of the Red Hundred?' Herr Schmidt opened his eyes in genuine astonishment. 'How did you know that?' he asked. 'I am Detective Simpson from Scotland Yard, and I shall take you into custody,' was the quiet reply. 'On what charge?' demanded the German. 'As to that I shall tell you later.'The man from Baden shrugged his shoulders. 'I have yet to learn that it is an offence in England to hold opinions.' A closed motor-car entered the square, and the shorter of the two whistled and the chauffeur drew up near the group. 0161どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:32:26.84ID:EIxfw08D 'You can always deceive the police,' said little Peter enthusiastically; 'call a meeting with a philanthropic object and--voila!' Wrote Inspector Falmouth to the assistant commissioner of police:-- Your respected communication to hand. The meeting to be held tonight at the Phoenix Hall, Middlesex Street, E., with the object of raising funds for a Russian Sailors' Home is, of course, the first international congress of the Red Hundred. Shall not be able to get a man inside, but do not think that matters much, as meeting will be engaged throwing flowers at one another and serious business will not commence till the meeting of the inner committee. I inclose a list of men already arrived in London, and have the honour to request that you will send me portraits of under-mentioned men. There were three delegates from Baden, Herr Schmidt from Frieburg, Herr Bleaumeau from Karlsruhe, and Herr Von Dunop from Mannheim. They were not considerable persons, even in the eyes of the world of Anarchism; they called for no particular notice, and therefore the strange thing that happened to them on the night of the congress is all the more remarkable. Herr Schmidt had left his pension in Bloomsbury and was hurrying eastward. It was a late autumn evening and a chilly rain fell, and Herr Schmidt was debating in his mind whether he should go direct to the rendezvous where he had promised to meet his two compatriots, or whether he should call a taxi and drive direct to the hall, when a hand grasped his arm. He turned quickly and reached for his hip pocket. Two men stood behind him and but for themselves the square through which he was passing was deserted. Before he could grasp the Browning pistol, his other arm was seized and the taller of the two men spoke. 'You are Augustus Schmidt?' he asked.'That is my name.' 'You are an anarchist?' 'That is my affair.' 'You are at present on your way to a meeting of the Red Hundred?' Herr Schmidt opened his eyes in genuine astonishment. 'How did you know that?' he asked. 'I am Detective Simpson from Scotland Yard, and I shall take you into custody,' was the quiet reply. 'On what charge?' demanded the German. 'As to that I shall tell you later.' The man from Baden shrugged his shoulders. 'I have yet to learn that it is an offence in England to hold opinions.' A closed motor-car entered the square, and the shorter of the two whistled and the chauffeur drew up near the group. 0162どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 22:50:58.60ID:hLZDP4gF 'You can always deceive the police,' said little Peter enthusiastically; 'call a meeting with a philanthropic object and--voila!' Wrote Inspector Falmouth to the assistant commissioner of police:-- Your respected communication to hand. The meeting to be held tonight at the Phoenix Hall, Middlesex Street, E., with the object of raising funds for a Russian Sailors' Home is, of course, the first international congress of the Red Hundred. Shall not be able to get a man inside, but do not think that matters much, as meeting will be engaged throwing flowers at one another and serious business will not commence till the meeting of the inner committee. I inclose a list of men already arrived in London, and have the honour to request that you will send me portraits of under-mentioned men. There were three delegates from Baden, Herr Schmidt from Frieburg, Herr Bleaumeau from Karlsruhe, and Herr Von Dunop from Mannheim. They were not considerable persons, even in the eyes of the world of Anarchism; they called for no particular notice, and therefore the strange thing that happened to them on the night of the congress is all the more remarkable. Herr Schmidt had left his pension in Bloomsbury and was hurrying eastward. It was a late autumn evening and a chilly rain fell, and Herr Schmidt was debating in his mind whether he should go direct to the rendezvous where he had promised to meet his two compatriots, or whether he should call a taxi and drive direct to the hall, when a hand grasped his arm. He turned quickly and reached for his hip pocket. Two men stood behind him and but for themselves the square through which he was passing was deserted. Before he could grasp the Browning pistol, his other arm was seized and the taller of the two men spoke. 'You are Augustus Schmidt?' he asked.'That is my name.' 'You are an anarchist?''That is my affair.' 'You are at present on your way to a meeting of the Red Hundred?' Herr Schmidt opened his eyes in genuine astonishment. 'How did you know that?' he asked. 'I am Detective Simpson from Scotland Yard, and I shall take you into custody,' was the quiet reply. 'On what charge?' demanded the German. 'As to that I shall tell you later.'The man from Baden shrugged his shoulders. 'I have yet to learn that it is an offence in England to hold opinions.' A closed motor-car entered the square, and the shorter of the two whistled and the chauffeur drew up near the group. 0163どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/15(木) 23:00:52.23ID:EIxfw08D Down Under Donovan
"CURSE the luck!" Above the babble of talk about the table, the harsh voice of the man arose and the players looked round, curiously or indignantly, according to their several temperaments. They saw a man of fifty-five, gaunt of face, his chin covered with a two days' growth of grey beard, his dark eyes shining malignantly as he glared at the table. He was dressed in a shabby evening suit, his shirt-front was discoloured and crumpled, and the trousers frayed over his patched and polished boots. His hand, none too cleanly, trembled as it touched his mouth, and his lips in their twitching betrayed the opium eater. "Damn Monte Carlo," he said, in his cracked but strident voice. "I never have any luck here—I'm goin' to stick to Nice, I am!" It was the voice of a common man as the dress was that of a poor man, and John Pentridge was both. A suave attendant approached him 0164どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/17(土) 01:56:18.91ID:CSK5iDdZ 焼津グランドホテル 2月5日 千田は六段昇段 五番勝負 0165どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 00:09:10.88ID:E963u66u ,,、-''´"```ヾ、 'r'' ;.;;;; ヽ // ヽ || i || /` ̄ゝ;;..;ィ'゙゙"~ | l^ ━ ━ | } ! { | ) l ( 、 ,) |ノ ∪ j ノ \ ´ ̄ ̄ヽ ノ \ ;;.;;;;; / |\;;..;;;..;.;/ | _, 、 -― ''"::l:::::::\ヽ_..,ノ.゙,i 、 /;;;;;;::゙:':、::::::::::::|_:::;、>/l|||||゙!:゙、-、_ 丿;;;;;;;;;;;:::::i::::::::::::::/:::::::\゙||i l\>::::゙'ー、 . i;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;|::::::::::::::\::::::::::\||||i|::::ヽ::::::|:::! /;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;!;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;\:::::::::ヽ||::::/::::::::i:::| ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;|;;;;:::::::::::::::::::::::\:::::゙|:::/::::::::::|::: 0166どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:51:21.42ID:Cz64M1aj Educated Evans (1924) *The Brotherhood *The Coop *The Dreamer *The Gift Horse *The Goods *Mickey the Shopper *Mr. Homaster's Daughter *Mr. Kirz Buys a 5 Special *The Perfect Lady *The Proud Horse *The Snout *Straight from the Horse's Mouth *Through the Card 0167どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:53:24.83ID:Cz64M1aj The Admirable Carfew (1914) *The Agreeable Company *Carfew and the "Mary Q" *Carfew 11 *Carfew Entertains *Carfew - Impressario *Carfew Is Advised *Carfew Produces *Carfew, Whittington & Co., Inventors *A Deal in Riffs *The Eccentric Mr. Gableheim *A Matter of Business *One and Sevenpence Ha'penny *Patriots *Tobbins, Lt *Why Gelden Made a Million 0168どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:53:39.09ID:Cz64M1aj The Orator (1928) *A Bank and a Secretary *The Case of Freddie Vane *The Copper Buckle *The Detective Who Talked *The Fall of Mr. Rater *The Guy from Memphis *The Man Next Door *The Mind-Readers *The Old Lady Who Changed Her Mind *The Orator *The Sirius Man *The Sunningdale Murder 0169どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:53:58.26ID:Cz64M1ajhttps://embden11.home.xs4all.nl/Engels/wallace2.htm0170どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:55:45.40ID:Cz64M1aj Red Aces (1929) *The Case of Joe Attymar *Kennedy the Con Man *Red Aces
The Lone House Mystery (1929) *Clues *The Lone House Mystery *Romance in It *The Sooper Speaking
The Guv'nor and Other Short Stories (1932) *The Guv'nor *The Man Who Passed *The Shadow Man *The Treasure House 0171どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/20(火) 15:57:49.86ID:Cz64M1ajhttps://embden11.home.xs4all.nl/Engels/List.htm
Again the Ringer (1929) *The Accidental Snapshot *The Blackmail Boomerang *Case of the Home Secretary *The Complete Vampire *The End of Mr. Bash - The Brutal *The Escape of Mr. Bliss *The Fortune of Forgery *The Man with the Beard *The Man with the Red Beard *Miss Brown's 7,000 Pound Windfall *The Murderer of Many Names *The Obliging Cobbler *A Servant of Women *The Sinister Dr. Lutteur *The Swiss Head Waiter *The Trimming of Paul Lumiere *A "Yard" Man Kidnapped 0172どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/21(水) 18:18:40.28ID:4tCAh0vk @6shogi 5分5分前 渡辺ー丸山戦、56手目△8四桂で封じ手(+680) 0173どこの誰かは知らないけれど2016/12/21(水) 20:54:16.89ID:CKpeQNQZ Mr Reeder works for the office of the Public Prosecutor, he is "something over fifty, a long-faced gentleman with sandy-grey hair and a slither of side whiskers that mercifully distracted attention from his large outstanding ears. " Supernatural themes do not appear very often in Wallace's works. Spiritualism and ghosts are dealt in such short stories as 'Death Watch', filmed in 1933 with Warner Oland, 'The Ghost of John Holling', filmed in 1934, and 'The Ghost of Down Hill', later adapted in the sixties for the Edgar Wallace Mystery Theatre series.
The Liquidator (1964) Understrike (1965) Amber Nine (1966) Madrigal (1967) Founder Member (1969) Traitor's Exit (1970) The Airline Pirates (1970) - published in the U.S. as Air Apparent A Killer for a Song (1975)
Two Boysie Oakes short stories appear in The Assassination File (1974): A Handful of Rice, and Corkscrew. Two Boysie Oakes short stories appear in Hideaway (1968): Boysie Oakes and The Explosive Device, Sunset At Paleokastritsa. 0218どこの誰かは知らないけれど2017/09/01(金) 17:32:55.97ID:3NSzJslS The Railton family novels The Secret Generations (1985) The Secret Houses (1988) The Secret Families (1989)
Derek Torry novels A Complete State of Death (1969) - reissued in the U.S. as The Stone Killer The Corner Men (1974)