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Still, Pascal, mathematician and
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Pascal, a scientist,
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That make me to think Pascal, with his: „Le
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“It would be under the simple rules of Pascal, Dave” said Charles, “but not the way that I play the game!”
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Uncle Bruce, did you ever hear of Blaise Pascal?”
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“Ever hear of Pascal?”
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So, what about your friend, Pascal?”
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Jack Pascal stepped forward and said, “This guy is a rhythm guitar player
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Since Cory lived only a few minutes away from Jack Pascal, I decided to take a chance that their recording session had ended on schedule
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“It was Meatloaf and if you sit next to either Ian Davis or Jack Pascal this afternoon you’ll probably catch a contact high that will take you to three out of three
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Pascal, and it is my opinion that he discussed the matter with Mr
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Pascal called out, “My Father, thees ees Casey Jones
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My clothes began to dry in the breeze, but I shivered until Pascal brought me a jacket with a hood
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I walked back to where Pascal was busily readying the fishing gear
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The mighty fish swished its tail, jerking Pascal forward
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LaTrue waited in the car outside while a smiling Pascal agreed to pay for the message that read:
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Pascal cast off LISBONA’s mooring lines and, with a swoosh and a rumble, her prow cut the choppy current as she picked up speed
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Pascal handed over three wooden-handled slicing knives
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Pascal explained that as one became dulled with use, I was to switch to another
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Pascal then said, “Let’s go een the office where we can talk
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many reesons to want to keel you,” Pascal said, shaking his head
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Pascal and Angie had to leave
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As a result of our chat, the next afternoon Pascal came to where I was cutting open a big sturgeon
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When we arrived, Pascal told me to jump out quickly and enter the open end of the building
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Pascal and I walked around to Jitter
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As Jitter thought about it, he leaned on his shovel and stared at Pascal
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Then, before Pascal or I could comment, Jitter went on
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Pascal seemed taken aback by this, but I went on
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The first: Chantal opens the group by apologizing to Pascal for having
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Pascal, and, in today’s session she acted out a positive one, by going beyond
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Pascal at the age of eleven wrote a paper on sound and proceeded to construct a geometry on his own
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I offered the Pascal logical question: 'If you're right, I have lived a
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She considers again, absently petting Pascal, who's turned a sunny yellow color
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"And this… This is a picture of Pascal… Why is this a picture of Pascal?"
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"Yeah, this picture of Pascal has got to go
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Pascal would probably come to her if he needed to cry, but he never seemed to need it
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His eyes fall on the framed picture of Pascal, and he walks over and takes it down so he doesn't have to look at it
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His sheets are cold and it's too quiet without the little wheezing snore that Pascal always makes
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He wakes naturally at four in the morning, when Pascal would usually wake him up, and he realizes that he has sprawled out over the entire bed, as if he was searching for her in his sleep
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It's almost dawn when she gives up on sleep and rolls over to rest her chin on her pillow and look Pascal straight in the face
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Pascal nuzzles her hand with the side of his face
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Pascal has to give her that one
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Pascal stares at her prone figure for a moment, his eyes twitching back and forth with concern
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He and Pascal have been through a lot, and if he's honest with himself he's grown fond of the little guy
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God, it would devastate Rapunzel if Pascal died
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He kissed me and it was horrible, and then you were mad at me and you wanted to leave, and then my mother started telling me about love and I started thinking and I think that the only love I have really is for my mother and you and Pascal, and it's just all really confusing, and now you don't like me and Pascal is going to die!"
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He grins like an idiot as he dislodges Pascal from his face and looks down at Rapunzel
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Once he falls asleep, Rapunzel slips the book from his hands and pours over it enthusiastically, her eyes and shoulders growing more and more tired as she shifts the book closer and closer to her face in the waning candle light while the night wears on and Eugene and Pascal sleep
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He fishes Pascal out of his pocket and plops him onto her shoulder
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Pascal blinks up at him blearily, his skin a gross, yellowed shade of brown
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" Eugene sighs and gives up trying to wash Pascal off, opting instead to hold him over the sink and rub a soothing thumb back and forth over his little, scaly eyebrows
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Her eyes light up, and she slips Pascal onto her shoulder and grabs Eugene's hand, chattering away about what kinds of books Lord Wesley might have in his collection
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"One time, I left the trap door in the ceiling open so that the snow fell into the tower, and Pascal and I got to play in it
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Do you want to try?" Like when she realized that she could scare away any court ladies that were annoying her just by having Pascal leap at them
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We'll set you by a fire and feed you something warm and we'll play a game of checkers with Pascal
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You know I love you and Pascal
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"Pascal," the committee member says with a distinct tinge of disdain and sarcasm, "already has multiple roles in the ceremony
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"Hey, Eugene," Wesley chirps, popping his head into the study where Eugene and Pascal are sitting, working on one of Rapunzel's jigsaw puzzles
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Pascal holds out his tail for him to take Rapunzel's ring
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He slips it back onto her finger and she sighs as if she was missing it between the time she gave it to Pascal and now
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Pascal: Selections (Warren)
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"No, I have for the end of the month these bills which have been assigned to us by the house of Pascal, and the house of Wild & Turner of Marseilles, amounting to nearly 55,000
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The moccoli, or moccoletti, are candles which vary in size from the pascal taper to the rushlight, and which give to each actor in the great final scene of the Carnival two very serious problems to grapple with,—first, how to keep his own moccoletto alight; and secondly, how to extinguish the moccoletti of others
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Casaubon, to her old companion Pascal, and Keble's "Christian Year
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Pascal said that “the heart has its reasons that the reason doesn’t understand
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He reaches back to Blaise Pascal, the great French mathematician and theologian (1623–1662), who created a thought experiment in which an agnostic must gamble on whether or not God exists
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In this wager, Pascal asserts, “reason cannot decide” the probability of God’s existence
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He would have feared those sublimities whence some very great men even, like Swedenborg and Pascal, have slipped into insanity
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American abolitionists grouped about the boat at Harper's Ferry, and in the ear of the patriots of Ancona assembled in the shadow, to the Archi before the Gozzi inn on the seashore; it creates Canaris; it creates Quiroga; it creates Pisacane; it irradiates the great on earth; it was while proceeding whither its breath urge them, that Byron perished at Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under the feet of Mirabeau, and a crater under the feet of Robespierre; its books, its theatre, its art, its science, its literature, its philosophy, are the manuals of the human race; it has Pascal, Regnier, Corneille, Descartes, Jean-Jacques: Voltaire for all moments, Moliere for all centuries; it makes its language to be talked by the universal mouth, and that language becomes the word; it constructs in all minds the idea of progress, the liberating dogmas which it forges are for the generations trusty friends, and it is with the soul of its thinkers and its poets that all heroes of all nations have been made since 1789; this does not prevent vagabondism, and that enormous genius which is called Paris, while transfiguring the world by its light, sketches in charcoal Bouginier's nose on the wall of the temple of Theseus and writes Credeville the thief on the Pyramids
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He made codes like Justinian, he dictated like Caesar, his conversation was mingled with the lightning-flash of Pascal, with the thunderclap of Tacitus, he made history and he wrote it, his bulletins are Iliads, he combined the cipher of Newton with the metaphor of Mahomet, he left behind him in the East words as great as the pyramids, at Tilsit he taught Emperors
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They had no other children, and Madame Pascal said that they were extremely well-to-do Russians
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"Madame Pascal pronounced it as if it were Carew instead of Crewe—but that might be merely a matter of pronunciation
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But he who dodges hospitals and jails, and walks fast crossing graveyards, and would rather talk of operas than hell; calls Cowper, Young, Pascal, Rousseau, poor devils all of sick men; and throughout a care-free lifetime swears by Rabelais as passing wise, and therefore jolly;—not that man is fitted to sit down on tomb-stones, and break the green damp mould with unfathomably wondrous Solomon
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And Pascal also thinks about death
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Everything which Amiel poured into a ready mould, his lectures, treatises, poems, was completely dead; but his diary, where, without thinking of the form, he spoke only to himself, full of life, wisdom, instruction, consolation, will for ever remain one of the best books accidentally left to us by such men as Marcus Aurelius, Pascal, Epictetus
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I think that the difference established by Pascal between the first and the second, between those who, as he says in another passage, having found God, serve Him with their whole hearts, and those who, not having found Him, seek Him with their whole hearts, is not only not so great as he thought, but does not even exist
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I think that those who with their whole hearts and suffering ("en gemissant," as Pascal says) seek God, already serve Him
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They serve Him with this, that with these sufferings of their seeking they lay out and open for others the road to God, as Pascal himself did in his thoughts, and as Amiel did all his life in his diary
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Many and various were the expressions of human wisdom known to the men of the nineteenth century,—of Rousseau, Pascal, Lessing, and Spinoza; and all the wisdom of antiquity was expounded, but none of its systems laid hold of the crowd
