The torture was good. Wasn't it good torture?

They said it was a long time.

So this is why you've been tormenting me since last night.

The man who had changed because of all he'd suffered.

You suffer, you show your wounds... but you stand.

At that grindstone

We polish the rough edges of our lives so that they feel whole.

Start to strop the razor.

As a small nation that has kept the flame of democracy burning through many tribulations, we take modest pride in the fact that what we said at the first session of the General Assembly we addressed can still be recalled with undiminished relevance.

Sharpen your teeth!

We've no time to waste. Go on and don't dawdle.

You name your own figure, Mr. Brown.

You took your time.

She's been brought up carefully, is unspoilt... and I've taught her not to flirt.

Iron sharpens iron so a man sharpens his friend's countenance.

Iron sharpens iron so a man sharpens his friend's countenance.

Iron sharpeneth iron so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

Iron sharpeneth iron so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

It shouldn't be hurried. There must be no fumbling around.

In winter we grind even at night.

He was tortured, brutally tortured to death.

The women had suffered as they had taken up strong family roles in the absence of their husbands.

In the last five years, the international community has witnessed a mixed bag of successes, trials and tribulations whose consequences have been felt across the globe.

And such atrocious criminal acts have left indelible wounds and grudges for our people.

Bread flour must be ground so he will not always be threshing it. Although he drives the wheel of his threshing cart over it, his horses don't grind it.

Bread flour must be ground so he will not always be threshing it. Although he drives the wheel of his threshing cart over it, his horses don't grind it.

Bread corn is bruised because he will not ever be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen.

Bread corn is bruised because he will not ever be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen.

Having suffered in various ways in recent years, the people of the Central African Republic sincerely aspire to peace and stability.

And what I did, I took pieces of glass. And I started to rub them.

If he hadn't wasted time, he'd be finished by now.

The blue mill.

They tortured him.

The miller.

Miller!

Torturing you?

Stop messing about.

Our people have been held hostage, condemned to live in makeshift camps, under traumatic physical and psychological conditions.

Even though the hostilities took place beyond the territory of Kazakhstan, our people underwent a terrible ordeal.

Take the millstones, and grind meal remove your veil, strip off the train, uncover the leg, pass through the rivers.

Take the millstones, and grind meal remove your veil, strip off the train, uncover the leg, pass through the rivers.

Take the millstones, and grind meal uncover thy locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers.

Take the millstones, and grind meal uncover thy locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers.

But you keep fighting me. I can't be that bad.

Come on Adam, don't be so wishy washy. Take a bite. I did.