To all those belauded
sages of the academic chairs, wisdom was sleep without dreams: they knew no higher significance of life.
He could not disavow his actions, belauded
as they were by half the world, and so he had to repudiate truth, goodness, and all humanity.
Yet many of the best and wisest in Spaceland think more of the affections than of the understanding, more of your despised Straight Lines than of your belauded
For surely all must admit that a man may be puffed and belauded
, envied, ridiculed, counted upon as a tool and fallen in love with, or at least selected as a future husband, and yet remain virtually unknown-- known merely as a cluster of signs for his neighbors' false suppositions.
It must be noted, by the way, that Pyotr Petrovitch had during those ten days eagerly accepted the strangest praise from Andrey Semyonovitch; he had not protested, for instance, when Andrey Semyonovitch belauded
him for being ready to contribute to the establishment of the new "commune," or to abstain from christening his future children, or to acquiesce if Dounia were to take a lover a month after marriage, and so on.
, 73, route de Brioux, 79170 Perigne,
Frenchman Valentin Belaud
, who had won a silver in Doha in 2016, had to be content with the bronze this time following a poor start in fencing.
Riccardo de Luca (centre) of Italy poses after winning the Modern Pentathlon Champion of Champions men's title, with silver medallist Patrick Dogue (left) of Germany and third-placed Valentin Belaud
of France at the Al Shaqab arena yesterday.
The Egyptian dual achieved 1,381 points, only 10 points behind the gold medal winners, the German dual Ronja Steinborn and Alexander Nobis while the French dual Valentin Belaud
and Julie Belhamri achieved the bronze medal with 1,370 points.
Tavana, M., Pirdashti, M., Kennedy, D.T., Belaud
, J.P., Behzadian, M.
, and P Malaterre, "Distributed approximation of open-channel flow routing accounting for backwater effects," Advances in Water Resources, vol.
And having read them and discovered first, that it was the custom of my contemporaries to belaud
themselves in this prolegomenaical ritual (some saying in a few words that they supplied a want, others boasting in a hundred that they were too grand to do any such thing, but most of them baritoning their apologies and chanting their excuses till one knew that their pride was toppling over)--since, I say, it seemed a necessity to extol one's work, I wrote simply on the lintel of my diary, Praise of this Book, so as to end the matter at a blow.