“My Continentalprominence is improving,” I commenteddryly. ¶ Von Lindowe cut at a furzebush with his silver-mountedrattan. ¶ “Quite so,” he said as dryly, his hand at his mustache. “I maysay if your intentions were known your life would not be worth a curse.”
This light bulb is designed to have a life of 2,000 hours.
The life of this milkcartonmay bethousands of years in this landfill.
" [ …] I realize as neverbefore how cheap and valueless a thing is life. Lifeseems a joke, a cruel, grimjoke. You are a laughableincident or a terrifying one as youhappen to be lesspowerful or morepowerful than some otherform of life which crosses your path; but as a ruleyou are of no momentwhatsoever to anything butyourself. You are a comiclittlefigure, hopping from the cradle to the grave. Yes, that is our trouble—we takeourselves too seriously; but Caprona should be a surecurefor that." She paused and laughed.
The stories did not seem to me to touchlife. They were plainlyintended to have a bracingmoraleffect, and perhaps had this result for the people at whom they were aimed. They left me with the impression of a well-delivered stereopticon lecture, with charactersabout as life-like as the shadows on the screen, and whisking on and off, at the mercy of the operator.
Man's life on this planet has been marked by continualconflict.
Hegets upearly in the morning, worksall daylong — even on weekends — and hardlyseeshisfamily. That's no life! Hislife was ruined by drugs.
Nonotion of life and fire in fancy and in words.
"Don't I know that it is you who is the life of this house. Twodelightfulchildren!"
She's my love, my life.
Get a life.
Hislife of the founder is finished, except for the title.