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| chapter-reflow-once.html | 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| chapter-reflow-thrice.html | 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| chapter-reflow-twice.html | 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| chapter-reflow.html | 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| /external/svox/pico_resources/tools/LingwareBuilding/PicoLingware_source_files/textana/en-GB/ |
| en-GB_tpp_net.utf | 249 760 "West"
432 1732 "West"
436 1747 "West"
438 1758 "West"
440 1767 "West"
442 1778 "West"
460 1869 "North West"
463 1890 "West"
473 1939 "West"
476 1953 "West"
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| /external/svox/pico_resources/tools/LingwareBuilding/PicoLingware_source_files/textana/en-US/ |
| en-US_tpp_net.utf | 249 756 "West"
432 1728 "West"
436 1743 "West"
438 1754 "West"
440 1763 "West"
442 1774 "West"
460 1865 "North West"
463 1886 "West"
473 1935 "West"
476 1949 "West"
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| /frameworks/base/docs/html/reference/com/google/android/gms/maps/model/ |
| TileOverlay.html | 772 href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercator_projection">Wikipedia</a>) with the left (west) side
794 increase from west to east and the <code>y</code> values range from 0 to 2<sup>N</sup> - 1 and
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| /hardware/qcom/camera/mm-image-codec/qexif/ |
| qexif.h | 371 // East or West Longitude
512 // "W" - West longitude
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| /external/chromium_org/net/base/registry_controlled_domains/ |
| effective_tld_names.cc | [all...] |
| /external/chromium/chrome/common/extensions/docs/examples/extensions/proxy_configuration/ |
| proxy_form_controller.js | 10 * @author mkwst@google.com (Mike West)
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| /external/chromium_org/chrome/browser/policy/proto/cloud/ |
| device_management_backend.proto | 354 // Longitude in decimal degrees west (WGS84 coordinate frame).
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| /external/chromium_org/chrome/common/extensions/docs/examples/extensions/proxy_configuration/ |
| proxy_form_controller.js | 10 * @author mkwst@google.com (Mike West)
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| /external/chromium_org/third_party/harfbuzz-ng/src/ |
| hb-ot-tag.cc | 578 /*{"??", HB_TAG('W','C','R',' ')},*/ /* West-Cree */
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| /external/chromium_org/third_party/icu/source/test/intltest/ |
| tztest.cpp | [all...] |
| /external/harfbuzz_ng/src/ |
| hb-ot-tag.cc | 578 /*{"??", HB_TAG('W','C','R',' ')},*/ /* West-Cree */
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| /external/icu4c/test/intltest/ |
| tztest.cpp | [all...] |
| /external/kernel-headers/original/video/ |
| dsscomp.h | 157 * For sidebyside, defines west view
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| /external/opencv/cv/src/ |
| cvdistransform.cpp | 647 //first row (scan west only, skip first pixel)
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| /frameworks/base/core/java/android/hardware/ |
| SensorEvent.java | 306 * 270=West
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| /hardware/invensense/60xx/libsensors_iio/software/core/mllite/ |
| hal_outputs.c | 290 * and the y-axis, around the z-axis (0 to 359). 0=North, 90=East, 180=South, 270=West<br>
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| /hardware/invensense/65xx/libsensors_iio/software/core/mllite/ |
| hal_outputs.c | 463 * and the y-axis, around the z-axis (0 to 359). 0=North, 90=East, 180=South, 270=West<br>
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| /hardware/qcom/media/mm-core/inc/ |
| QOMX_IVCommonExtensions.h | 301 QOMX_GeodeticRefWest /**< West longitude. */
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| /packages/apps/DeskClock/res/values-de/ |
| strings.xml | 255 <item msgid="6436942724959275569">"West Africa Time"</item>
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| /packages/apps/DeskClock/res/values-nl/ |
| strings.xml | 255 <item msgid="6436942724959275569">"West-Afrikaanse Tijd"</item>
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| /packages/apps/DeskClock/res/values-sv/ |
| strings.xml | 255 <item msgid="6436942724959275569">"West Africa Time"</item>
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