I wonder why Steven wasn't at swimming club tonight?' Archie asked. 'He's caught bronchitis, ' Mrs Akran said. Imran thought for a second before replying. 'I would like to catch a dinosaur too. I wonder what he feeds it?' Archie looked at his friend his face looked as if he was in pain before he burst out laughing. 'Imran you're tragic. Bronchitis is like a bad cold it's not a type of dinosaur.
Mark A. Cooper
I love Spain for its landscapes and weather, so I am happy to make my debut at the Vuelta, ... I suffered bronchitis at the Tour that forced me to quit and I've been treating it for 20 days, leaving me totally inactive. Even though I lack a little race speed, I've felt good in training.
I know from my constituency what is going on. Doctors that are told, begged, by mothers, 'Please don't write down that my child as asthma. Please lie and say it's bronchitis, because if you write down asthma, when my child turns 18 or 20 and has to get his or her own insurance, it will be a pre-existing condition.'
At first I wasn't all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor.' 'Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs.' 'And then when I was freaking out and couldn't breathe, he was so... gentle.' Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. 'He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice... you know, sort of low and rough around the edges... ' 'All the Nolans sound like that, ' Justine said reflectively. 'Like they've got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.
At first I wasn't all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor." "Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs." "And then when I was freaking out and couldn't breathe, he was so... gentle." Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. "He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice... you know, sort of low and rough around the edges... " "All the Nolans sound like that," Justine said reflectively. "Like they've got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.
If one looks closely one sees that there is no essential difference between a beggar's livelihood and that of numberless respectable people. Beggars do not work, it is said; but then, what is work? A navvy works by swinging a pick. An accountant works by adding up figures. A beggar works by standing out of doors in all weathers and getting varicose veins, chronic bronchitis, etc. It is a trade like any other; quite useless, of course - but then, many reputable trades are quite useless.
..the past kept pricking at me and I knew that all the elements of those nineteen days in July were astir within me, like phlegm in an attack of bronchitis, waiting to come up. I had kep them buried all these years, but they were there, I knew, the more complete, the more unforgotten, for being carefully embalmed. Never, never had they seen the light of day; the slightest stirring had been stifled with a scattering of earth. My secret- the explanation of me- lay there. I take myself much too seriously, of course. What does it matter to anyone what I was like, then or now? But every man is important to himself at one time or another; my problem had been to reduce the importance, and spread it out as thinly as I could over half a century. Thanks to my interment policy I had come to terms with life, I had made a working -working was the word - arrangement with it, on the one condition that there should be no exhumation. Was it true, what I sometimes told myself, that my best energies had been given to the undertaker's art? If it was, what did it matter? Should have I acquitted myself better, with the knowledge I had now? I doubted it; knowledge may be power, but it is not resilience, or resourcefulness, or adaptability to life, still less is it instinctive sympathy with human nature; and those where qualities I possessed in 1900 in far greater measure that I possess them in 1952. Prologue, page 16