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  • Kristy Gazes (born October 28, 1967) is a professional poker player originally from California. Gazes preference for high-low split and mixed games like H.O.R.S.E. — “Kristy Gazes - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,
  • Gazes, whose ex-wife is fellow professional poker player Kristy Gazes, has been playing in live tournaments since 1993. Gazes's largest cashes at the WSOP include coming in fourth in the 1997 WSOP $2,000 No Limit Hold'em event, earning $46,150, a final table which. — “Bill Gazes - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,
  • Filelfo, who had commissioned a Greek, Theodore Gazes, to write a history of the Turks for him, may have arrived at this Teodoro Gaza; English, Theodore Gaza; Greek, Theodoros Gazes. — “Theodorus Gaza - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia”,


  • Sometimes he gazes at the sky, at other times he fixes his eyes on the earth in such an abstracted way that he might be taken for a clothed statue, with its drapery stirred by the wind. — “Don Quixote” by Miguel De Cervantes
  • How fortunate! Concealed behind the leaves, I will listen to their conversation, without raising their suspicions. [ Stands concealed, and gazes at them. ]... — “Ramayana” by Valmiki
  • Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions, but revenge remains–revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. — “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley
  • Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a colour as the visible absence of colour; and at the same time the concrete of all colours; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows–a colourless, all-colour of atheism from which we shrink? And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues–every stately or lovely emblazoning–the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colourless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge–pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear coloured and colouring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him. — “Moby-Dick” by Herman Melville
  • (He gazes ahead, reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a phallic design. ) Odd! Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown. — “Ulysses” by James Joyce
  • If this great Teacher of theirs could have seen Himself after the Crucifixion, how could He have consented to mount the Cross and to die as He did? This thought also comes into the mind of the man who gazes at this picture. — “The Idiot” by Fyodor Dostoyevsky


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