conjunctive masu-stem (連用中止法)

We think people coarser than ourselves are 'vulgar,' and people more refined than ourselves are 'putting on airs,' I guess.

She sat right behind a white person and refused to give up her seat to a white passenger who got on after her.

It came up out of the water and started toddling unsteadily over the sand at the edge of the inlet.

Just as being born with a physical body on this earth doesn't mean one understands everything about it, dying doesn't mean one understands everything about the spiritual world either.

Praise God and take up arms.

Encouraged by the thin trickle of visitors and the occasional email, I've somehow dragged myself along this far.

When I happened to glance up the street, among the passersby I saw one person who had stopped and was looking down at me.

I turn on the TV, and there she is, drifting around in front of the screen. 'Hey, dinner's ready.'

I tripped and fell into the cesspit, and ended up soaked head-first.

The monster that had just landed immediately leaped again and was above my head in an instant.

Thank you for inviting me to dinner.

There is no way to escape the siege except to bravely face the crisis and leave the outcome to divine judgment.

I took the shortcut back through the forest, locked the cabin, and opened the basket.

He grieved, thinking of his departed friend.

No animal builds beautiful churches, plays tennis, tells jokes, composes songs, or travels to the moon.

The airplane exploded and crashed into the sea, and everyone on board died.

She lost her parents in a plane crash and became an orphan.

She loved him and him alone, paying no mind to anyone else.

She wrote him a heartfelt letter, thanking him for his help.

She was afraid he might be feeling lonely and forgotten.

She watched the field's crops grow and the apples ripen red.

She wanted to go, and her father gave his permission.

She got scared at the sight of blood and looked away.

She got sick on her day off and had to find a doctor.

She felt sick and crouched down on the ground.

She pulled herself together and started talking again.

She's not a nurse — she's a doctor.

She is both a scholar and a poet.

She speaks English, and on top of that, she speaks Swahili too.

She lifted one corner of the napkin draped over the basket and gave me a quick peek.