from The Century Dictionary.
- noun One who holds that the soul is immortal.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English.
- noun rare One who holds the doctrine of the immortality of the soul.
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- noun One who holds the
doctrineof the immortalityof the soul.
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Thus, thou must vow upon this day that shouldst thou be living still when these events transpire, that thou willst battle them and refuseth prosperity to any immortalist thrust that doth not rise from man's soul and heart as well as his mind.
Presumably, his condition was due to his jumping-his immortalist dance, his solo jitterbug-and not to the effects of the cosmic spectacle that he had stumbled upon.
No doubt, such data have their benefits, if for no other reason than that the couple's immortalist methodology often sounds too simplistic to be feasible: the result was far more dramatic than the process, even though, for all practical purposes, the result was the process.
Hot baths, remember, are part of the immortalist process.
Alcohol runs counter to me immortalist aspirations.
And since Wren knew nothing about dematerialization, since she regarded the notion of immortality as unnatural and vain, wouldn't her message on the mantelpiece mean that a person need not harbor immortalist ambitions in order to survive after death?
When I met Professor Morgenstern six months ago and found that he'd become a bloomin" nonstop immortalist, I invited him, at great expense, to take up residency here, not merely because o" the credibility he'd lend to the joint but because I thought he'd be settin" up a lab, and we could run some test-tube experiments out o" here as well.
Most of their questions were fielded by Wiggs Dannyboy, who, after a rational sentence or two, would issue some immortalist epigram, such as, "If you can't take it with you, don't go, " or "Death is a grave mistake, " followed by a jolly roar from deep within his tweeds-and pained smiles from the polite diners.
By the end of the story, Dr. Morgenstern had long since ceased his immortalist jitterbug, the fire was out, the windowpanes nearly dry-and Priscilla was practically faint from the knowledge that she was in possession of the ancient bottle that had held the Kudra-baiting, Pan-deodorizing K23.
His body was still running on the impetus of a millennium of immortalist practices.