Example sentences of "into my " in BNC.
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| 1 | And it has to be said , he wrote , that its opposite , a feeling of elation , equally physical , equally extra-physical , has also been a constant feature of my life , manifesting itself regularly though impossible to predict , a reeling in the chest this time , the chest and perhaps the throat , a feeling of the heart leaping and the blood pumping , it came when I first took up a brush and made a mark on paper , it came when I picked up the first readymade and felt it transformed by that very action , it came when Madge rang to say she could not go on , when Annie wrote to say she was not coming back , when the idea of the glass first popped into my head . |
| 2 | We will leave it to Goldberg to disengage the tone from the shit , he wrote , we will leave it to Honeyman and McGough , much good may it do them , though I will no doubt come back to the question before my project is completed , the big glass and the notes to the big glass , these two to be worked on at night , and this freewheeling commentary on both to be written by day , putting down whatever comes into my head after a night 's work , no correction , no revision , whatever comes into my head , the first two to be worked on by artificial light , the strategy clear , this by natural light wherever possible , no strategy at all , the first to be exhibited , the second to be published in the form of sheets in a box , a blue box or a red box , I have not yet made up my mind , in a limited edition , not a luxury edition but a restricted edition , five hundred boxes perhaps or even two hundred and fifty , all that will become clearer in the course of my work on the big glass , of my work on the notes to the big glass , now I have finally embarked on the major project of my life , the climactic project of my life , leading to the end of my life , all will grow clearer , wrote Harsnet , whether to try and call back and destroy all I have done till now or let it be , whether to burn this commentary or let it be , or perhaps leave it to Goldberg to do whatever he wants with , all these things will no doubt be resolved before the work is completed , that is the beauty of being in the middle of a project , that time itself , which had seemed such an enemy before I started , rushing forward and dragging me with it , impervious to my pleas , has suddenly turned friendly , flops down at my feet , licks my ankles , lets me know it is on my side . |
| 3 | We will leave it to Goldberg to disengage the tone from the shit , he wrote , we will leave it to Honeyman and McGough , much good may it do them , though I will no doubt come back to the question before my project is completed , the big glass and the notes to the big glass , these two to be worked on at night , and this freewheeling commentary on both to be written by day , putting down whatever comes into my head after a night 's work , no correction , no revision , whatever comes into my head , the first two to be worked on by artificial light , the strategy clear , this by natural light wherever possible , no strategy at all , the first to be exhibited , the second to be published in the form of sheets in a box , a blue box or a red box , I have not yet made up my mind , in a limited edition , not a luxury edition but a restricted edition , five hundred boxes perhaps or even two hundred and fifty , all that will become clearer in the course of my work on the big glass , of my work on the notes to the big glass , now I have finally embarked on the major project of my life , the climactic project of my life , leading to the end of my life , all will grow clearer , wrote Harsnet , whether to try and call back and destroy all I have done till now or let it be , whether to burn this commentary or let it be , or perhaps leave it to Goldberg to do whatever he wants with , all these things will no doubt be resolved before the work is completed , that is the beauty of being in the middle of a project , that time itself , which had seemed such an enemy before I started , rushing forward and dragging me with it , impervious to my pleas , has suddenly turned friendly , flops down at my feet , licks my ankles , lets me know it is on my side . |
| 4 | Once she had left , I reached into my apron pocket for my packet of cigarettes . |
| 5 | Serious inroads had now been made into my pitiful cash reserves and tomorrow I would be penniless . |
| 6 | Tears were coming into my eyes . |
| 7 | We 're now into my blue period . |
| 8 | You come into my room . |
| 9 | He never realised , on that eventful day , that she would ‘ come into my arms ’ ( as he put it ) and stay there for so many years , adding in no small degree to the legends of love which keep the world sane and hopeful . |
| 10 | I read all through the papers dropped into my in-tray marked ‘ for information only ’ . |
| 11 | I took him into my garden . |
| 12 | Images kept on coming at me which , like a crazy horse , I tried to resist , defiantly tossing my head high , but each new picture flashing into my mind enraged me more and more and I shook my head frantically from side to side . |
| 13 | The devil riding my back dug his hard pointy heels into my flesh , but I stayed my ground . |
| 14 | ‘ Nobody south of Perth had heard of malt whisky in those days , ’ he said , ‘ so I took a bottle and six glasses into my final crit . |
| 15 | The sharp miniature flakes that covered the rock like fish scales cut into my finger tips and felt as though they would break as soon as I placed a toe on them . |
| 16 | To loose them off together , scatter-gun fashion : Stavrogin says ‘ I am making this statement , incidentally , to prove I am in full possession of my mental faculties and understand my position ’ ; ‘ I want to forgive myself , this is my chief aim , my whole aim ’ ; ‘ I want everyone to look at me ’ ; ‘ I fall back on this as my last resource ’ ; ‘ The thing about me then was I felt bored with life , sick and tired of it ’ ; ‘ I am seeking boundless suffering ’ ; ‘ I took it into my head to mutilate my life somehow ’ ( not necessarily the same thing as seeking suffering , any more than seeking suffering need entail accepting it ) . |
| 17 | However , ‘ I invite nobody into my soul ’ he declares , as if to banish the exhibitionist thought.44 And then if the search for suffering is allowed to eclipse the rest , we are back with Marmeladov squinnying into the bottom of his vodka jug ; whereas Stavrogin saying he wants to forgive himself might be Raskolnikov pondering retrospectively , selfcritically , on his admission of guilt at the police station . |
| 18 | That came into my mind — from ‘ savaged by a pet lamb ’ by Winston . |
| 19 | The air was thick with them , and lumps were beginning to appear on my hands and face as they thrust their needle-like heads into my skin . |
| 20 | I crawled into my trench , adjusted the camouflage square over my face and head , curled myself into a ball and tried to get some sleep . |
| 21 | He thrust a mess tin full of steak and kidney into my hand , and with a scowl on his face he remarked , ‘ After this lot , Piper , we are back to the usual shit , unless something special turns up , like cooks and normal rations ! ’ |
| 22 | This was the first time she had come into my thoughts since I left England . |
| 23 | Taff thrust a mug of very hot tea into my hands . |
| 24 | As Taff reported to Brigade H.Q I made my way into the orchard , made a mug of tea , had something to eat , got into my trench and immediately fell asleep . |
| 25 | He thrust a mug of tea into my hands , with the remark , ‘ Get that down you , Piper , and keep your head down . ’ |
| 26 | As I settled into my trench for the night Allied bombers were passing overhead to drop their bombs on Caen . |
| 27 | One lands on the back of my hand and thrusts its needle-like head into my skin . |
| 28 | Peter Young whispered into my ear , ‘ Never mind , Piper . |
| 29 | The Frenchman behind me on this march curses under his breath each time I stop suddenly and he bundled into my rucksack . |
| 30 | As we marched out of the farm the Commando behind me thrust a mug full of very tasty wine into my hand . |