Example sentences of "i would be [verb] [adj] " in BNC.
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| 1 | The instruments those guys use are completely different from guitar and I knew that if I could emulate the phrasing of those instruments then I would be breaking new ground instead of just playing the rock phrases that everybody knows . |
| 2 | If I were looking for a record deal , I would be pursuing individual A&R people , getting them to come and see my band . |
| 3 | After travelling ‘ with knitting ’ for many years , I knew that I would be made welcome when I arrived . |
| 4 | Mummy , you must be mad if you think I would be seen dead in a yellow frock ! |
| 5 | If I was Peter Reid , I would be screaming blue murder to get this player . ’ |
| 6 | At last it was decided that , as I had behaved so well up to now , I would be kept alive . |
| 7 | It might at any moment be lifted away from me utterly and I would be left exposed . |
| 8 | Now , nightly , when Leon had finished playing and had closed his door again , I would be left sleepless , confused by the force of my neglected senses . |
| 9 | I remember I would be told infantile stories , altogether appropriate to my infantile station . |
| 10 | His body was rich with the smell of sweat and kahlua and he sent me sprawling and hyper with untold hormones upon the bathroom tiles , but one day , suddenly , actually it was night , parked atop Mulholland Drive with the car windows steamed and the upright stick shift pressing painfully against my lower back and my head banging against the passenger door , I was paralysed by the heaving horny heaviness of him and my climax was full and first — first time ever — but followed by a limpness in my body , dull as the shade of putrid beige , and later I dreamed he had invaded me in sleep and crushed me with his broadness and with pillows , though Crilly it was not suffocation I feared , no , it was something more abstract , more bodily and carnivorous , something akin to nameless reptiles , and it was not so very different from the gun and the windbreaker blowing large and puffy about a stranger 's gut like a tent in my car at Pico Boulevard , and I so sure I would be found dismembered and crotchless and gory and absurd , strewn from limb to limb across the green tweed upholstery , unrecognisable in death , and again the windows steamed , the windows steamed with that hot clenched nameless fist inside me and the glide of cool metal against my neck , and then there were no thoughts , no words in my head , nothing . |