...Trammell and Margaret Crow, Kurt and Helen Wissehr, Janet Morse, Margaret Byrne, Pat Byrne, Alan Harvith, Barry Bremen, Art Buchwald, Marty and Amy ... ...nd Theresa Moore, Del Smith, Phil and Donna Gray, Mike and Susan Cheney-O'Byrne, Chris Smith, David Kapralik, Patti Kelly, Max Cleland, Patrick and ... ...ge, The Bakker Family, Bill and Val Halamandaris, Ken and Linda Rawlings, Cliff and Linda Marsh, J. T. O'Hara, and George and Peggy Zeleski. I am h... ... and the back told the legend of Uncle Noname. I wrote it with a friend, Cliff Marsh. I shared my ideas about how I saw the Uncle Non­ arne concept,...

...o—with the willing connivance of his commercial publisher. Search for “David Byrne, My Fair Lady” and you will be able to download Byrne’s song and ma... ...recording. The recording industry, along with successful artists such as Sir Cliff Richard and Ian Anderson of Jethro T ull, wished to extend the fifty... ...s shop underground. 12 The art form is different, but the thought of a 1960s Cliff Richard or Ian An- derson being “cheered under a fit of the spleen” ...

...e violin. The long white lace of her sleeve swung, floated, after the bow. Byrne could not see her face, more than the full curve of her cheek. He wat... ...er violin-candle, and came to sit down on the side of the fire opposite to Byrne. The music began. Helena pressed her arms with her hands, musing. ‘Th... ...he two looked up at her. ‘Ye did run well—what hath hindered you?’ laughed Byrne. ‘You!’ cried Louisa. ‘Oh, I can’t play any more,’ she added, droppin... ...of her friend. The latter gave no sign, but continued to gaze in the fire. Byrne, on the other side of the hearth, sprawled in his chair, smoking a re... ...the sea was singing hoarsely to itself. Helena drew him to the edge of the cliff. He crushed her hand, drawing slightly back. But it pleased her to fe... ...arable. They stood right on 23 D. H. Lawrence the edge, to see the smooth cliff slope into the mist, under which the sea stirred noisily. ‘Shall we w... ... set, the fog dispersed a little. Breaking masses of mist went flying from cliff to cliff, and far away beyond the cliffs the western sky stood dimmed... ...lly. A small path led him across a field and down a zigzag in front of the cliffs. Some nooks, sheltered from the wind, were warm with sun- shine, sce... ... Again, a fresh breeze put the scent of the sea in his uncovered hair. The cliff was a tangle of flowers above and below, with pop- pies at the lip be...

...st with a formless brighter patch in one place—the veiled whiteness of the cliff coming through, like a diffused, mysterious radiance. It was a delica... ...Tom Corbin (Cuba Tom) perched in the bow, and our young man (Mr. Edgar 98 Byrne was his name on this earth which knows him no more) sitting in the st... ...nishment the peasants gave no greeting, and only fell back in silence. Mr. Byrne had made up his mind to see Tom Corbin started fairly on his way. He ... ...r villages to rot during the winter for field manure. Turning his head Mr. Byrne perceived that the whole male population of the hamlet was following ... ...ed on that spot perhaps for a hundred years or more. The cocked hat of Mr. Byrne, the bushy whiskers and the enor- mous pigtail of the sailor, filled ... ...e islanders discovered by Captain Cook in the South Seas. It was then that Byrne had his first glimpse of the little cloaked man in a yellow hat. Fade...

...both, and cast them into the hall at King 8iggeir’s feet. (2) Byrny (A.S. “byrne”), corslet, cuirass. 40 The V olsunga Saga Then up stood the king an... ...to battle, Bright son of Volsung; Now may ye call The carl on the cliff top, Feng or Fjolnir: Fain would I with you.” They made for lan... ...ared to the water; and folk say that thirty fathoms was the height of that cliff along which he lay when he drank of the water below. Then Sigurd spak...

...tle earn If I should live as live the neighbours,’ Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight come On great grandfather’s battere... ...a grey old battered tombstone In Glendalough beside the stream Where the O’Byrnes and Byrnes are buried, He stretched his bones and fell in a dream Of... ...ony face Staring upon a Bedouin’s horse hair roof From doored and windowed cliff, or half upturned Among the coarse grass and the camel dung. He set h... ...eir ancestral patterns dance, And the brute dolphins plunge Until, in some cliff sheltered bay Where wades the choir of love Proffering its sacred lau...

...yscraper Safety Campaign Public/Private Initiatives Since 9/11 Michael F . Byrne, Director, Office of National Capital Region Coordination, Department... ...it and the Intelligence Unit, see Daniel Cadman interview (Oct. 17, 2003); Cliff Landesman interview (Oct. 27, 2003). 44. For number of agents on Cana...