back exhausted. The Hindenburg line remained unbreached. Rumania, a new ally, had been quickly overrun, and Russia, the colossus of the east, was virtually defeated. The stepped-up U-boat campaign increased the economic pressure on the Allies. Worst of all, despite the provocation of the Lusitania sinking and despite the tug of ancient common ties, the United States, guided by a President who had just won reelection on the slogan "He kept us out of war," remained obstinately neutral. Things were no better in Germany. Her initial offensive had stalled at the Marne and her gray-coated troops had been locked in the futile trench slaughter ever since. Civilians were living on potatoes—a result of the stranglehold of the British blockade. Fifteen-year-olds were being conscripted. Greece and Portugal had recently entered the war against her. Like the Allies, she could see no immediate hope for victory. Except one.
He offered an elaborate analysis of speaker-meaning in terms of speakers' intentions, beliefs, and other psy- chological states, and refined that analysis in the light of many objections. It is generally agreed that some version of the analysis must be right. More importantly for our purposes, Grice also offered an analysis of a sentence's (standard) meaning in terms of speaker-meaning. Here he faces severe difficulties, since there are several ways in which sentence meaning obstinately refuses to cooperate with speaker-meaning. Grice has a way of overcoming such obstacles, but it seems likely that that way concedes too much to competing theories of sentence meaning. Grice's basic idea We are concerned to arrive at an account of meaning, meaning considered as a remarkable feature of linguistic expressions, of sentences in particular. But suppose we ask ourselves, what are sentences really? They are types of
I tried to get up, but Edward's cold hand pushed my shoulder down. "Just stay put for now." "But it's cold," I complained. It surprised me when he chuckled under his breath. There was an edge to the sound. "You were over there," I suddenly remembered, and his chuckle stopped short. "You were by your car." His expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't." "I saw you." All around us was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adults arriving on the scene. But I obstinately held on to our argument; I was right, and he was going to admit it. "Bella, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way." He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial. "No." I set my jaw. The gold in his eyes blazed. "Please, Bella." "Why?" I demanded. "Trust me," he pleaded, his soft voice overwhelming. I could hear the sirens now. "Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"
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