What the hell was that all about?" A woman's voice is next: "I was ashamed of them".
The chancellor needed to say that hell would freeze over before the rest of the UK would agree.
Her posthumous fate, suggests Reid (who has no religious faith), seemed preferable to heaven or hell: My wife is in there, somewhere, doing practical work: her organs and tissues are educating young doctors or helping researchers outwit the disease that outwitted her.
Sometimes, a man should do and wear whatever the hell he pleases, and the rest of the world can go hang.
We were like: 'Frigging hell!' "When he went full-time training – because we were full-time at Fleetwood – he just came on unbelievably.
Constantine debuted to an audience of about 4 million, which isn't bad for Friday, but if those numbers go down, he'll be chasing the demons to hell.
Victoria is hell, the Shakespeare Satan's torturer-in-chief, but salvation lies just two minutes' walk away.
Hell hath no fury like a parent who finds her preteen Snapchatting.
Later, when she sent me the bill for her lingerie, which she claimed had ripped when she fell from the chair, I began feeling "pity, sympathy, tenderness, or sorrow" for myself, especially when my wife found the Visa bill and was like, "Who the hell is Edna Sapperton?" Why is pathos useful?
When, at the end, the character Ferdinand urges Salim to flee for his life, he does so in language that seems to open a window on to Naipaul's inner vision: "We're all going to hell, and every man knows this in his bones.
But that's me, so what the hell: when the original Thatcherites were going about their work you could not move for benefit concerts, petitions handed in to Number 10 by star-studded entourages and interviews full of real ire.
