Now those allies may be the ruin of his pontificate.
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James Madison and others were afraid that the selfish interests of the states would be the ruin of the country.
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Each election, we hear that this run for the presidency says more about who we are than any other—Obama defines us, Reagan embodies us, Shrub will be the ruin of us all.
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On announcement of the storyline, Soaplife said it "could be fun but could be the ruin of Kat if they get it wrong", and wondered if it would put EastEnders "back on top of its game", saying, "That depends on Kat. If we're made to love and care about her, yes. If she comes over as a conniving, sneaky cheat only interested in her own wants and desires, no." They opined that Alfie should be the one having the affair, as he cannot do anything right in Kat's eyes.
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Paris was a child of Priam and Hecuba (see the List of children of Priam). Just before his birth, his mother dreamed that she gave birth to a flaming torch. This dream was interpreted by the seer Aesacus as a foretelling of the downfall of Troy, and he declared that the child would be the ruin of his homeland. On the day of Paris's birth, it was further announced by Aesacus that the child born of a royal Trojan that day would have to be killed to spare the kingdom, being the child that would bring about the prophecy.
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After learning that they have lost Prestige Direct, Jim, Dwight and Harry retreat outside for a coffee break. They end up having a conversation over what they would do with their lives, if they were not working for Dunder Mifflin. Jim jokingly says that he would be a beet growing competitor during the national contests while Harry would retire after selling one big item such as an airplane. Before he leaves, Harry says that Robert will be the ruin of the company and suggests they will not be working for Dunder Mifflin in six months, leaving a look of concern on Dwight and Jim's faces.
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11-13, and Add MS 15093 ff. 119-122. She corresponded with Constantijn Huygens, joking that he was a "witch", mentioning that Lady Stafford was sending a theorbo, and writing; > "In England there is nothing spoken of but the troublesome war which is like > to be with Scotland, and without the great mercie of God it will be the ruin > of both the kingdoms: those officers his Highness hath lent the King, which > every body says his Majesty takes very kindly, will find the difference in > the order of the wars in Flanders and the disorder there"A Catalogue of an > Invaluable and Highly Interesting Collection of Unpublished Manuscript > Documents, Sold By Mr Sotheby, vol. 9 (London, 1825), p. 102 lot 448 (not > dated), now in the British Library Add MS 15093 ff.
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At the local mayoral election in the same month, he "avowed himself a staunch supporter of the Protestant cause" and suggested that ministers looked "favourably" on the club and its supporters. Ultimately, however, he resigned his parliamentary seat in 1829 "in disgust" at the Wellington–Peel ministry's concession of Catholic emancipation, by accepting the office of Steward of the Chiltern Hundreds. At a dinner celebrating the return of his replacement, Richard Sanderson, another True Blue, he said he was "disgusted with the House of Commons", saying emancipation would be "the ruin of Old England". Nevertheless, he remained prominent in Colchester politics, although he admitted he was "wholly ignorant" of the currency question relating to beer and malt taxes, but hoped the ministry would alleviate the tax burden and "discount the radical nostrum of a property tax".
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Korney Chukovsky gives a lively portrait of Mirsky in his diary entry for 27 January 1935: > I liked him enormously: the vast erudition, the sincerity, the literary > talent, the ludicrous beard and ludicrous bald spot, the suit which, though > made in England, hung loosely on him, shabby and threadbare, the way he had > of coming out with a sympathetic ee-ee-ee (like a guttural piglet squeal) > after each sentence you uttered—it was all so amusing and endearing. Though > he had very little money—he's a staunch democrat—he did inherit his well- > born ancestors' gourmandise. His stomach will be the ruin of him. Every day > he leaves his wretched excuse for a cap and overcoat with the concierge and > goes into the luxurious restaurant [of the Hotel National in Moscow], > spending no less than forty rubles on a meal (since he drinks as well as > eats) plus four to tip the waiter and one to tip the concierge.
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