Because the Grey God's orders trump your better judgment every time.
I traded my trump cards, Sofi added.
In the mean-while all the shore rang with the trump of bullfrogs, the sturdy spirits of ancient wine-bibbers and wassailers, still unrepentant, trying to sing a catch in their Stygian lake--if the Walden nymphs will pardon the comparison, for though there are almost no weeds, there are frogs there--who would fain keep up the hilarious rules of their old festal tables, though their voices have waxed hoarse and solemnly grave, mocking at mirth, and the wine has lost its flavor, and become only liquor to distend their paunches, and sweet intoxication never comes to drown the memory of the past, but mere saturation and waterloggedness and distention.
These disasters at Megara, Amphipolis and Delium left Athens with only one trump card - the possession of the Spartan hoplites captured in Sphacteria.
Had the trump of judgment blown, they could not have quivered more; yet still they felt no terror; rather pleasure.
Adambuch des Morgenlandes, 1853), and the Ethiopic book first edited by Trump (Abh.
Sorry, but I think I trump you on the my-girlfriend-can-kill-me front.
The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water.