Crossword-Solution: IFF
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| IFF | anagram | FIF |
We have 1 clue for the answer “IFF”
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| in logic, a shortened form of if and only if | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
ERATE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with IFF (5)
Ella was the son of Iff, Iff of Usfrey, Usfrey of Wilgis, Wilgis of Westerfalcon, Westerfalcon of Seafowl, Seafowl of Sebbald, Sebbald of Sigeat, Sigeat of Swaddy, Swaddy of Seagirt, Seagar of Waddy, Waddy of Woden, Woden of Frithowulf.
You seem rather less—how shall I put it—stiff in the back than you were.” “If you’d been hammered as we’ve been this night, you wouldn’t be stiff—iff—iff; either.
Three times Little John shot about, And always cleft the wand, The proud sher-iff of Nottingham By the marks gan stand.
All night lay that proud sher-iff In his breche and in his sherte, No wonder it was, in green wood, Though his sides do smerte.
Let me go," then said the sher-iff, "For saint Charit-e, And I will be thy best friend That ever yet had thee." "Thou shalt swear me an oath," said Robin, "On my bright brand, Thou shalt never awayte me scathe, By water ne by land; And if thou find any of my men, By night or by day, Upon thine oath thou shalt swear, To help them that thou may." Now hath the sheriff i-swore his oath, And home he gan to gone, He was as full of green wood As ever was heap of stone.
Quotes with IFF (2)
Lisa was thinking, as she climbed the apparently unending staircase, the she had taken pretty long odds. She had not hesitated to buck the Tiger, Life. Simon Iff had warned her that she was acting on impulse. But--on the top of that--he had merely urged her to be true to it. She swore once more that she would stick to her guns. The black mood fell from her. She turned and looked upon the sea, now far below. The sun, a hollow orb of molten glory, hung quivering in the mist of …
Iff replied that the Plentimaw Fishes were what he called 'hunger artists' — 'Because when they are hungry they swallow stories through every mouth, and in their innards miracles occur; a little bit of one story joins on to an idea from another, and hey presto, when they spew the stories out they are not the old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing, Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old — it is the new combinations that make them new.