His real mission in life, he claimed, was to succeed in refuting the naturalist theories of Buffon, whom he denounced as a scoundrel as well as a fool, and to rehabilitate the work of his own intellectual master, Linnaeus.

His real mission in life, he claimed, was to succeed in refuting the naturalist theories of Buffon, whom he denounced as a scoundrel as well as a fool, and to rehabilitate the work of his own intellectual master, Linnaeus.
Malesherbes is one of the sweetest characters of the 18th century; though no man of action, hardly a man of the world, by his charity and unfeigned goodness he became one of the most popular men in France, and it was an act of truest self-devotion in him to sacrifice himself for a king who had done little or nothing for him.
(The 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica, informing your that its fave is a cinnamon roll)
Remarking on Clinton’s late return to the podium after using the bathroom during a commercial break at this weekend’s Democratic debate, Trump said, “I know where she went. It’s disgusting. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s disgusting.”
This one plays on the term “Person of Color,” and the results are usually more absurd than anything. Meme Documentation notes that it has a connection to the SpongeBob discourse meme.
Delegates will also discuss the amplification of the G-spot and the O-spot, a point behind the surface which experts claim is more sensitive to pleasure than the G-spot.
The delegates will also be greeted to an audience with Pope Francis and a walk with in the Vatican gardens, the Times reported.
I aim to have 0 killer robots. That’s a relationship goal.
If men are made in the image of God, then the minister of finance, next to the king, must be the man who most closely approximates to that image.
Stung by violent pamphlet polemics against his policy, Turgot believed (as do many sympathetic historians to this day) that the “flour war” was all an elaborate conspiracy, and that people were pretending to be hungry in order to embarrass his ministry.
The roaster, porklike arms akimbo, his round beard a wet fuzz of grease, watched him without sympathy.
“Smile!” She stared at him, cold outrage sleek in her eyes. “At that pack of incompetent sow-gelders?”