Przykłady użycia

Przykłady dopasowywane są do haseł w zautomatyzowany sposób - nie gwarantujemy ich poprawności.

As a long-time Athelstan watcher (I'm writing a book on him), I confess I almost felt my eyes prickle when I saw the startling image of the open lead coffin: an ivory silk shroud covering (or at least so I imagined with narrowed eyes) an almost discernible human shape. Under the crumpled folds was a small slim frame slightly bent at the knees, like a child asleep. Buried first in July 946, she had been reburied in this tomb in 1510. As blue bloods go, she was second to none: her grandfather, her father Edward and her brother were three of the greatest rulers in British history (well, why not the greatest?). I must say I was glad not to see the forensic close-ups of her bones and skull: the respect afforded by the antique silk shroud had the strange effect of giving her back something of her life.
Camping: why do I persist? Why do I regularly, voluntarily, drive six hours to a wet field so that other people can hear me shout at my children? I only have to unpack my tent to see how much of a hurry I was in to get home last time. Among the folds and tangled guy ropes I find a musty child's sock, a distressed Grazia cover from 2009, an old crisp packet and a hat I forgot I ever owned. And yet, despite these warnings from history, I'm actually excited about the idea of putting up my tent. Again.
There are some dizzying flourishes of FX magic in this movie. Cobb and Ariadne go for a stroll in the streets of Paris, which Nolan folds and tweaks and twists, with the avenues rising and falling like a pop-up book. They encounter a street that rises in front of them like a sheer rockface and, bracing a foot against it first, like Fred Astaire dancing around the walls in Royal Wedding, they proceed to walk straight upwards. Later, Arthur will fight with goons in a virtual hotel that suddenly swivels around: they plunge down a corridor that has become vertical, like a lift shaft, and later they will float around like spacemen or lost, drowning souls in a stateroom on the Titanic. The best moment comes before any of this, when, finding themselves chatting over coffee, Cobb remarks to Ariadne that the essence of a dream is that we only remember the middle, not the beginning. For example, he wonders idly, how did they reach this cafe? With rising panic, Ariadne realises she has no idea, and that they are in a dream that Cobb has created. Playfully, brilliantly, Nolan has exploited the cinematic convention of the "cut": we, the audience, have accepted without question our own unexplained arrival in the middle of this scene.
For a long, slow, lingering read, try Candia McWilliam's What to Look for in Winter (Jonathan Cape), a strange and startling memoir slung between the central poles of writing, alcoholism and blindness. It is a kind of literary origami trick, where the author folds in on herself in tight, dense, intricate coils, then unfolds herself again with miraculous lightness and delicacy.
At first I'd found it almost impossible to tell one monk from another. Some were older/balder. Some wore spectacles; some did not. It was two or three days into my little retreat before I worked out another means of telling them apart. As I passed them, I would catch the occasional glimpse of footwear among the folds of their robes. As one would imagine, most of the brothers favoured the traditional brogue or desert boot or sandal. But once or twice I caught a glimpse of a New Balance or Nike trainer on the feet of the younger monks. This probably had as much to do with comfort and insulation against the cold stone floors as fashion. But it did remind me that some of these men were the same age as me.
If success is measured by the quality of one's view, then Ekow Eshun has done very well: step out of the high sash window in his room at the Institute of Contemporary Arts and on to the roof, and a tourist's idea of London unfolds as far as the eye can see â?? Big Ben, parliament, the London Eye; the Mall, St James's Park. The director's office is high-ceilinged, shabby-grand, but also, with its thick walls and silence, its posters slightly too small for the expanses of white plaster, a bare and somewhat lonely place â?? like an isolation cell, or a very posh bunker. And Eshun has needed a bunker over the past few months. In October the ICA's managing director resigned, and the Arts Council stepped in with Â?1.2m from its emergency budget; a condition of the grant was that a consultant would look closely at the way the organisation worked. In December staff were told, in a fractious meeting, that the Â?2.5m salary budget had to be cut by Â?1m: jobs would go, and programming would be drastically reduced. In January this paper reported that if big steps weren't taken to reduce the deficit, the ICA might have to close altogether by May. In February Mark Sladen, the ICA's director of exhibitions, refused to take on a new role as director of programmes unless Eshun resigned; Eshun didn't, and Sladen left. That month the staff took a vote on the leadership (the results were never counted).
Ashley emerges from the pick-up parked outside. There is a sombre, unsmiling quality about him, as though his childishness has been extinguished early. "In the early days," says his dad, "Ashley used to say: 'We were taken by soldiers. We left Mummy there in the bush.' Over and over, he begged me, 'Let's go back and get her.' He would get a belt and tie it around his eyes, to blindfold himself, and he would say, 'This is what Mummy was like.' He thinks if he blindfolds himself, that maybe he can see her again."
Butter is the first and best of the fats, a smear of puddled sun. It's a Janus on the tongue, calm and unintrusive but rich and cloakingly full. A naked piece of toast is a dessicated slab: licked with the gold stuff it becomes complete and whole. Butter brings something irreplaceable to the shattering folds of a croissant, the fluffy crumb of a sponge. It makes sauces sing. And to northern Europeans, it's a taste of ancient plenty, of bursting granaries and swaddled bales, of sward, dung and clover.
One PowerPoint training aid created in September 2005 tells trainee military interrogators that prisoners should be stripped before they are questioned. "Get them naked," it says. "Keep them naked if they do not follow commands." Another manual prepared around the same time advises the use of blindfolds to put prisoners under pressure.
Mention porn to people who came of age in the 60s and 70s, and it's often a byword for big-bushed centrefolds or videos of awkward encounters with unusually attentive plumbers. But more recently, porn "features" â?? films that nod to a plot â?? have been joined by "gonzo" material, which only depicts sex. Many of the most popular films have become harder and angrier, while focusing on a range of acts which, as McCormack Evans says, "have never really existed outside the porn industry".

If the band folds up, we can sell it to an undertaker.
Jeśli zespół się zwinie, sprzedamy go grabarzowi.

It folds up like this, making a perfect space for bicycles
Złozymy to w ten sposób, zrobi się więcej miejsca na rowery.

And then she used it to tear out the folds surrounding it.
Następnie użyła go do obcięcia fałd, które ją otaczają.

We've gotta cross those three folds of ground.
Musimy przejść przez tamte trzy fałdy terenu. Widzicie?

This napkin is created from 12 simple folds.
Ta serwetka jest złożona w 12 prostych zagięć.

The guy's like origami. He folds under pressure.
Jest jak origami - rozkłada się pod naciskiem.

Man: One, two, three, four folds we make.
Mężczyzna: Jeden, dwa, trzy, cztery razy składamy.

We can make folds that we otherwise could notmake.
Można robić zgięcia, których w rzeczywistości się nieda.

There he lies, in folds of the covers
Tam leży, w fałdach pościeli

And the folds of your dress.
A faldy na twojej sukni.

Five, six, seven, eight folds we make.
Pięć, sześć, siedem osiem razy składamy.

My office folds away, easily hidden.
Moje biuro można złożyć, łatwo je ukryć.

She has creases and crevices and folds I'il never know in my lifetime!
Ma bruzdy, zmarszczki i fałdy których nie poznam w całym życiu!

Project Iccarus has increased our productivity... 10 folds.
Projekt Ikarus zwiększył naszą produktywność dziesięciokrotnie.

Huck folds, and Ralph wins the pot.
Huck pasuje, a Ralph wygrywa pulę.

Folds, yes folds and later you straighten you move upward this way.
Pochylić się, a potem wyprostować, w ten sposób.

Robert Lang folds way-new origami
Robert Lang składa nowe origami.

These vocal folds... ...made up from nerves,blood vessels and membranes.
Te fałdy głosowe,... zbudowane z nerwów, krwi, naczyń i membran.

Jason re-raises to 100,000. Michelle folds. And L.C. folds.
Jason przebija do 100,000. Michelle pasuje. I L.C. pasuje.