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And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town."
"You mean they aren't powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed.
Even if you accept the theory of man-made climate change, wind turbines are a rotten way to reduce CO2 emissions, or to improve energy security.
What's the Matter with the Mill?
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Lieutenant Tindall told me I'd find you up here tilting at putrid windmills. Now I know what he meant.
based on what the wind does, we build
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
What... is the wind in that door?
I have had the feeling that a properly constructed flying-machine should be capable of being flown as a kite; and conversely, that a properly constructed kite should be capable of use as a flying-machine when driven by its own propellers.
So in Scotland witches used to raise the wind by dipping a rag in water and beating it thrice on a stone, saying: "I knok this rag upone this stane To raise the wind in the divellis name, It sall not lye till I please againe.
Onshore wind turbines are visually a very considerable intrusion on any landscape.
When the wind stops, kite falls but bird flies; because bird did not borrow the wind when rising!
It is fundamentally crazy to build wind farms out at sea. But it works!
Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day.
The wind likes making jokes!
To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there."
~old man G--- to Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel
Gentlemen, I give you the Whittle engine.
what if a much of a which of a wind
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
In the kitchen, the machine
I went to the doctors the other day and I said, 'have you got anything for wind?' So he gave me a kite.
Anybody who has stood on the prairie in North Dakota has felt the force of the wind and knows that our state has an inexhaustible supply of wind power. The potential here to create jobs and draw millions of dollars in new investment to North Dakota is enormous.
Wind power is a green mirage of the worst kind.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
I love the smell of turbines in the morning.
The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.
To look out of a car in Scania, you see a painting on the horizontal - one windmill, one tiny farmhouse, acres of beet or grass.
The Mill gets by going.
Tis an ill wind that blows no minds
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;
The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.
The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,
A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.
Autumn leaves and rain,
The passion of the gale.
Well, crew, welcome aboard the gas freighter _Rocinante_.'
'What does that name even mean?' ...
'It means we need to go find some windmills
Who's that, the windbreaker?
Wind is one of the greatest scams of the modern age.
I went to my doctor and asked for something for persistent wind. He gave me a kite.
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with huge wind turbines does to the global environment.
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
The rain feeds the seed, and the seed the mill. When the rain stops, the mill wheels stop - or, if they continue to turn, they grind despair for the man who owns them. My father owned them.
An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.
There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.
The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.
The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.
At Ghent the wind rose.
There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag
Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows
Over fresh water when the waves lag
Foaming and the willows huddle and it will rain ...
Turn a mountain upside down, you have a woman. Turn a woman upside down, you have a valley. Turn a valley upside down, you get folk music.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
The life of this world is wind
Windblown we come, and windblown we go away.
All that we look on is windfall.
All we remember is wind.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
anglepoise lamp.
The wood echoed to the hoarse ringing of other saws; somewhere, very far away, a nightingale was trying out its voice, and at longer intervals a blackbird whistled as if blowing dust out of a flute. Even the engine steam rose into the sky warbling like milk boiling up on a nursery alchohol stove.
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night ...
freezing force of the wind. When the blades
I find those wind turbines around Lake George to be utterly offensive. I think they're just a blight on the landscape.
WindClan has traveled a long time. It's nearly a moon since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay.
Wind is to us what money is to life on shore.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
Hopelessly uneconomic on any substantial scale, since it requires a conventional power back-up for when the wind stops blowing, forests of wind turbines are rightly regarded in most countries as an environmental monstrosity.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
To the jumpers overhearing the conversation it was obvious - Troop had come down with another case of dragon fever. The Don Quixote of smokejumping was once again engaged in mortal combat with this, his latest windmill.
America is number one in wind power.
The wind is made of haunting souls
that moan and groan
in whistles and whispers.
This ghostly choir chills the breeze
and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps
on my skin.
You keep working hard and the wind will carry you where it needs to carry you, in the direction you need to be.
An unfree mind is just like a windmill inside the bell jar!
I wouldn't be against them (large wind turbines) if they actually worked.
Wind ought to be a verb or an adverb. It isn't really anything. It's a manner of movement of warmth and cold: a kind of information system of the air.
O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.
There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, to walk against the wind for pleasure.
You want to know my name?
a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.
To hell with a fan when the wind is blowing.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
An acre of windy prairie could produce between $4,000 and 10,000 worth of electricity per year - which is far more than the value of the land's crop of corn or wheat.
Twelve states in the Great Plains have a wind energy potential greater then the electric use of our entire nation.
Churning, baking, spinning and soap-making. In summer,
were no windows. A large round handle resembling a
Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.
Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.
The countryside they
old textile mill, which was in the process of being
Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters bend wood; the wise master themselves.
Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
Moonlight and high wind.
Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
Fella can get so he misses the noise of a saw mill.
...the breeze twirled in on itself, picking up the cut grass on the road, spinning a confused chicken around a few times, then straightening back out.
Gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's
When the wind shifts against the sun, trust it not, for back it will run.
Wind and other clean, renewable energy will help end our reliance on fossil fuels and combat the severe threat that climate change poses to humans and wildlife alike.
Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.
What do you call ten blondes standing ear to ear? A wind tunnel.
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.
The grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher there was a wind blowing the grain.
Remember, I might be the wind, but you control the kite.
Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.
Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!
What's the use of the wind if it won't take you away on it?
the cottage lights
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.