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You speak with your tongue only. [...]

[...] And if I have ever given a double-tongued answer, I have given it now. [...]

The personality however, tell him, lived according to his lights, possessed a primitive love of nature, and did, now, inspire others with heroism under the conditions chosen In the second existence mentioned, he was again a leader, but had learned the two-tongued nature of power, and allowed the Christians to win. [...]

[...] Now as a teacher he uses the same talents he used in the past, his rather smirky tongue making up with jokes for prim silence that had suffered in the past. [...]

[...] It presupposes a mouth and a tongue, the kind of physical organization necessary; a mind; a certain kind of world in which sounds have meaning; and a very precise, quite practical knowledge of the nature of sounds, the combination of their patterns, the use of repetition, and a knowledge of the nervous system. [...]

([Van Zandt:] “It’s on the tip of our tongues.”

[...] I have spoken many tongues and in translation this is what it ends up as and so we are all stuck with it. [...]

Such tongue tied, Joseph.

[...] In the 1500’s he was eloquent, and it is precisely because this eloquence, so persuasive, so smooth-tongued, caused his superiors at that time to believe the accusations against the innocent man, that he now fears to use an eloquence, because he once let it run away with him.

We are the voices who speak without tongues of our own. [...]

[...] I asked again about the trouble with John Bradley’s tongue, and received the very unclear word “callous.” [...]

[...] Children often play by constructing their own languages; and speaking with tongues (glossolalia) is a beautiful example of the attempt to express a reality that escapes the tyranny of overly structured words.

[...] She responded to warmth in people, and was somewhat childlike in this manner, but she would not pay any attention to a sharp tongue. [...]

[...] We were each given a small cube—the squares—of pink sugar, containing the vaccine, and we let them dissolve on our tongues.

[...] It’s a bad tongue that’s causing the trouble.”

[...] We figured that it was a slip of the tongue of some kind. [...]

[...] He may be the voice of our combined selves, saying, ‘While you are conscious bodies, remember what it was like and will be like to be bodiless, to be freewheeling energy without a name but with a voice that does not need tongue, with a creativity that does not need flesh. [...]

[...] Then it would take her many minutes to contend with a single syllable; her tongue worked persistently at the “sal” in “universal,” for example, but even so all that issued from her was an elongated hissing sound based upon the “s” alone.

“We taught man to speak before the tongue knew syllables. [...]

Your isolation during working hours becomes even more precious and more constructive when contrasted with periods given to friends, as sweet is sweeter when bitter is on the tongue. [...]