If you have 500 grams, 1000, one kilogram, he will grind it for it for you the flourmill will not grind such a small quantity.

Get us a mill so that we can mill our flour, then we will be able to pay for the rest ourselves.

Come, Petronius, attend me closely. Attend me closely in my ordeal.

Two executioners, face to face and no one to torture!

At that grindstone

Start to strop the razor.

But most of those seeds get crushed and turned into flour.

And don't take all day! The trucks are waiting.

Sharpen your teeth!

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

And that's the kind of polishing that these mirrors have endured.

You name your own figure, Mr. Brown.

You took your time.

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

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.

And when I say desktop, I don't just mean the actual desk where his mouse has worn away the surface of the desk.

So this fellow is bringing a flour grinding machine on a two wheeler.

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.

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.

The largest market for advanced structural materials is in wear resistant parts.

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.

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.

But it's imperative that we listen because it's undeniable and definitive.

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

Even that though. Another confession Once in a book on pre war Poland, a studio portrait, an absolute angel, an absolute angel with tormented, tormenting eyes.

Tortured to death.