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You can watch a horror movie with monsters.
And the magic and the horror of that is that the same math that you use to break up the big thing into a million little things can be used to find a million little things and sew them back together and figure out what's actually happening in the market.
And I remember the horror of seeing this little female devil with this huge ulcerating, foul-smelling tumor inside her mouth that had actually cracked off her entire lower jaw.
Additionally, I've heard horror stories from people whose teachers scolded them, of course, for doodling in classrooms.
Now, if you're not currently experiencing the joy of the joint tax return, I can't tell you how to find a chore-loving person of the approximately ideal size and attractiveness, who prefers horror movies and doesn't have a lot of friends hovering on the brink of divorce, but I can only encourage you to try, because the benefits, as I've pointed out, are significant.
And to my horror, not only had I written it, but I had sent it to court.
BC: There's a horror movie in there somewhere.
And in 1992, I participated in a genetic study, and found to my horror, as you can see from the slide, that my ascending aorta was not in the normal range, the green line at the bottom.
That famous scene in horror movies where someone is walking up from behind is something you can see, and I believe this information would be something that is useful at times when the audio is turned off or not heard at all, and I speculate that deaf audiences might actually even be better at seeing sound than hearing audiences.
In 1899, Joseph Conrad released "The Heart of Darkness," a tale of grim horror along the Congo River.
And it's not the look of horror and terror on Fraser's face that stops Idris or us; it's the look in Fraser's eyes.
I watched in horror heartbreaking footage of the head nurse, Malak, in the aftermath of the bombing, grabbing premature babies out of their incubators, desperate to get them to safety, before she broke down in tears.
Another time, she watched in horror as nurses watched a patient die because they refused to give her oxygen that they had.
I could regale you with horror stories of ignorance over decades of experience as a forensic expert of just trying to get science into the courtroom.
If a soldier sees his friend blown up, his brain goes into such high alarm that he can't actually put the experience into words, so he just feels the horror over and over again.
They are the perpetrators in horror movies, such as this famous "Nightwing."
He killed 3,000 innocent people, and that filled the Muslim world with horror and revulsion, and what that meant was that his idea of jihad could never become mainstream.
Now, the story that I start telling my kids, it starts out like a horror story.
First of all, I can guarantee you you that their textbooks didn't have secret agent viruses, and they didn't have horror stories.
My relationship with the internet reminds me of the setup to a clichéd horror movie.
Do you like horror films or romance films?
And therein lies its greatest convenience and horror.
It was a lean-to on a bluff looking over a crystal, beautiful lake, when I discovered a horror.
And if had been a horror movie, people in the audience would have started saying, "Don't go in there.
It was a horror show, they had to homeschool her.
Imagine my horror when I realized he thought I was making fun of him.
It entails an individual who, thinking they're alone, engages in some expressive behavior — wild singing, gyrating dancing, some mild sexual activity — only to discover that, in fact, they are not alone, that there is a person watching and lurking, the discovery of which causes them to immediately cease what they were doing in horror.
For many people, perhaps most, paralysis is an unspeakable horror, but my father's experience losing every system of his body was not an experience of feeling trapped, but rather of turning the psyche inwards, dimming down the external chatter, facing the recesses of his own mind, and in that place, falling in love with life and body anew.
I turned it on, and there it was: Ferguson, Missouri, Michael Brown, 18-year-old black man, unarmed, shot by a white police officer, laid on the ground dead, blood running for four hours while his grandmother and little children and his neighbors watched in horror, and I thought, here it is again.
Hercules, son of Zeus and champion of humankind, gazed in horror as he realized he had just committed the most unspeakable crime imaginable.
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