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You are strangled, smothered; you might as well have gone to bed with an octopus. In this horrid contrivance you lie for eight long hours, clapped down like a corpse in its coffin. Every single bed in rural England ought to be burnt. Not one of them is fit for a Christian to sleep in.... The days are growing hot.
In the afternoon I had a piece of business that took me across the river. I did my business and turned homewards. It was almost dark, and the ice of the Neva was coloured a faint green under the grey sky; the buildings rose out of it like black bubbles poised over a swamp. I was in that strange quarter of Petrograd where the river seems, like some sluggish octopus, to possess a thousand coils.
"It ought to be good," laughed Ryder. "They cost two dollars apiece." The detective was so surprised at this unheard of extravagance that he inhaled a puff of smoke which almost choked him. It was like burning money. Ryder, with his customary bluntness, came right down to business. "Well, what have you been doing about the book?" he demanded. "Have you found the author of 'The American Octopus'?"
The corporation was declared a scheme of oppression, a hungry octopus, a grinder of the individual. And to prove the case various instances of hardship were cited; and no doubt there was much suffering, for many people are never able to adjust themselves to new conditions without experiencing pain and regret. But we now believe that corporations came because they were required.
Not only is it supposed that these poulps can draw down vessels, but a certain Olaus Magnus speaks of an octopus a mile long that is more like an island than an animal. It is also said that the Bishop of Nidros was building an altar on an immense rock. Mass finished, the rock began to walk, and returned to the sea. The rock was a poulp.
He is the octopus of the hamlet, fastening on the cottage homes and sucking the life-blood from them. He misses nothing, and nothing comes amiss to him. His wife, perhaps, then, may be the centre of attraction?
It only leads to drinks in the bar till late and bad headaches in the morning. You must buck up and get out of it." "Well, I'll see," replied the old fellow, and then we all three rose and rejoined the ladies. Oh, what a farce the whole thing was! I longed I yearned to yell my disclosures against the man who like an octopus had now placed his tentacles around me.
A novel by Frank Norris, entitled the "Octopus," describes a man being killed by smothering in a grain elevator at Port Costa, but there never was an elevator at that point, and consequently there never was a man killed by getting under the spout thereof. Answering specifically your question, California grain is shipped in bags and not in bulk.
He points out the two long arms of Sepia and of the calamaries, and their absence in the octopus; and he tells us, what was only confirmed of late, that with these two long arms the creature clings to the rock and sways about like a ship at anchor.
He was breathing evenly and rhythmically, sleeping, apparently, as peacefully as a child. She was about to turn away when, like a bather who has ventured into some peaceful tropic rock pool wherein lurks an octopus, she found herself seized and held. Berselius's eyes were open, he was not asleep.
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