Example sentences of "of it " in BNC.
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| 31 | Church of Ireland members , largely of English origin though less conscious of it , predominated in the south of Ulster and still constitute the majority among the protestant farming community . |
| 32 | The specificity of this form of violence or coercion has to be recognized , however one feels about the terrible consequences of it for the innocent . |
| 33 | Though the extent to which such a consciousness exists is not clear , one aspect of it is beyond dispute : 35 per cent of McGreil 's random sample of Dubliners and 46 per cent of the males in the sample , including a spread from the younger age groups and the more educated , supported the view that ‘ the use of violence , while regrettable , has been necessary for the achievement of non-Unionist rights ’ ( Mác Gréil 1977 : 387 ) . |
| 34 | But the fact of the matter is , he wrote , that none of it is right , or rather , that what has so far been accomplished is wrong and what has not yet been accomplished is only right because it has not yet had the chance to be proved wrong . |
| 35 | We all knew of your friendship with Korchnoi , he wrote , how could we not , the papers have been so full of it . |
| 36 | I am growing tired of it , he wrote . |
| 37 | But what if at the moment of birth the whole of one 's life to come were to flash before one 's eyes and then to be immediately wiped away , forgotten , while we laboriously go through all the pleasures and sorrows , all the hopes and frustrations that make up a life , meeting people and parting from them , listening to them and speaking to them , to go through tasting all we taste in the course of our long lives , seeing all we see , every leaf at every moment and every cloud at every moment , and hearing all we hear , the hooting of every car and the singing of every bird and every performance of the Brandenburg concertos , go through all that , in time , very slowly , though we had already been through it all , every moment of it , leaf , cloud , concerto , in one brief but intense instant , everything perfectly formed but over in less than a second ? |
| 38 | All that and more went through my mind , wrote Harsnet , as I sat there in the moonlight in the silence , but it was as if it was the glass which was telling me this , that the glass was my mind as I thought that , or my mind the glass , and that was the reason for the fear and the cold and also for the sense of growing excitement and a fear then , a different kind of fear , that I would not be able to do anything with this excitement , that it would be my failure , my failure to realize what I now saw were the real possibilities of the glass , a failure for which I would never be able to forgive myself , though a part of me would always know or perhaps only believe that it was in the nature of my insight that there could be no realization of it , that it was precisely an insight about non-realization , but by then , wrote Harsnet , it had all become too complicated , too extreme , I did not want to know any of it until it was all over , until I had made my effort , perhaps it had been a mistake to come in and sit there with the glass through the night with the moon shining so brightly , it must have been full , or nearly full , unnaturally bright anyway , something to do with the solstice perhaps , to sit in the room with the glass alone or with the moon alone might have been bearable , in the dark with the glass or in the moonlight in an empty room , but the two together , the glass and the moon , that was perhaps the mistake . |
| 39 | All that and more went through my mind , wrote Harsnet , as I sat there in the moonlight in the silence , but it was as if it was the glass which was telling me this , that the glass was my mind as I thought that , or my mind the glass , and that was the reason for the fear and the cold and also for the sense of growing excitement and a fear then , a different kind of fear , that I would not be able to do anything with this excitement , that it would be my failure , my failure to realize what I now saw were the real possibilities of the glass , a failure for which I would never be able to forgive myself , though a part of me would always know or perhaps only believe that it was in the nature of my insight that there could be no realization of it , that it was precisely an insight about non-realization , but by then , wrote Harsnet , it had all become too complicated , too extreme , I did not want to know any of it until it was all over , until I had made my effort , perhaps it had been a mistake to come in and sit there with the glass through the night with the moon shining so brightly , it must have been full , or nearly full , unnaturally bright anyway , something to do with the solstice perhaps , to sit in the room with the glass alone or with the moon alone might have been bearable , in the dark with the glass or in the moonlight in an empty room , but the two together , the glass and the moon , that was perhaps the mistake . |
| 40 | The folly of it . |
| 41 | It 's not the stopping or the burning or the escaping to Africa that will make an end of it . |
| 42 | The smallness of it , he wrote . |
| 43 | The dreariness of it . |
| 44 | I report on its progress ( or lack of it ) , that is all . |
| 45 | He talks of responsibility , wrote Goldberg , half-tearing the page of his pad in his hurry to turn it over without breaking the flow of his thought , but where is his own sense of it ? |
| 46 | Genius is the bust of Beethoven and Keats dying and Shelley dying and the size of War and Peace and poor old Sartre banging away at his trilogy and Hemingway paring it down to its essence and Monet unable to distinguish colours any more and Picasso staring out at the camera with his chest bare and his eyes blazing and Cézanne snarling like a dog and then walking out of Aix with his canvas and paints on his back to paint that mountain and Byron dying and Pushkin dying and all the rest of it . |
| 47 | But if you think of it as model of whole world , as great cathedrals were said to be , or physicists ' models today ? |
| 48 | But may it not be the case , he suggested , that images have already died and we are not aware of it ? |
| 49 | And all the rest of it . |
| 50 | Without my even being aware of it . |
| 51 | I told him it was the size of it all disturbed me . |
| 52 | The size of it . |
| 53 | As always , amazed at the size of it , nine feet high and six across . |
| 54 | I did not look at the rest of it , deliberately . |
| 55 | I knew when I first thought of it , he wrote , when I first set it up , that it was to be the final piece . |
| 56 | Life has to be going on on both sides of it , I told her . |
| 57 | Almost of it rising to meet me . |
| 58 | Allowed my eyes to wander over the whole of it , he wrote , and almost with satisfaction . |
| 59 | My last chance and I 've made a mess of it . |
| 60 | I think of it more as a diving into still water . |