The tropical rainforests, located in a narrow region near the equator, are disappearing so fast that by the year 2000 eighty percent of them may be gone.

Tom caught a glimpse of the driver as the train raced past.

He stood in an upright position.

The listeners stood in an attentive attitude.

Brian, in his pajamas, is engaged in reading in the house in the morning.

As he walked away, his figure gradually became dim under the snow.

He turned round from side to side to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

The single-minded way he gets on with his life is truly admirable.

A creepy cry that sounds like a human voice, velvet black wings, the image of tearing into dead flesh; crows are known across the world as an ill-omened bird that flies down with ill-luck.

In the darkness, I frantically reach out towards the receding figure.

The ships left the port never to be seen again.

I know. After all, the security camera grasped your silhouette yesterday.

Don't bend over the table. Sit up straight.

Sit up straight.