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God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!
Artemis simple-toon
Erak. The one they call the Oberjarl," the Arridi answered him.
Impulsively, Axl took a pace forward, raising his ax threateningly.
You'll have to go through the rest of us to take him!" he shouted defiantly.
Well done, Axl," he said. "You've just told them I'm here.
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal's armpit.
I'm going to run away," she said.
"Where to?"
"Atlantis," she said.
"Where's that?"
"No one really knows where it is," she said. "But I'll find it and then I'll go and then they'll worry.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
Atlantis?" Jason asked. "That's a myth," Percy said. "Uh ... don't we deal in myths?" "No, I mean it's a made-up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth." "So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, then?" "Shut up, Grace.
Wherever you go in life, you will feel somewhere over your shoulder a pink, castellated shimmering presence, the domes and riggings and crooked pinacles of the Serenissima
Rome is an astonishment!
She is an excellent creature, but she can never remember which came first, the Greeks or the Romans.
One wonders what the proper high-brow Romans ... read into the strange utterances of Lucretius or Apuleius or Tertullian, Augustine or Athanasius. The uncanny voice of Iberian Spain, the weirdness of old Carthage, the passion of Libya and North Africa.
Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings.
[Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus
Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]
Raft of the Medusa.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
Now drown care in wine.
[Lat., Nunc vino pellite curas.]
Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.
No! he wanted to cry out. No, Tania, please come back. What can I leave her with, what can I say, what one word can I leave with her, for her? What one word for my wife?
"Tatiasha," Alexander called after her. God, what was the curator's name ... ?
She glanced back.
"Remember Orbeli-
Reaching and reached. Cassia
I shall be an Attila to Venice.
Why are you so sad, akri? (Simi)
I'm not sad, Simi. (Acheron)
Yes you are. I know you, akri, you gots that pain in your heart like the Simi gets whenever she cries. (Simi)
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
A psychopathy on Anarres was rational behavior on Urras.
Ego non baptiso te in nomine ... but make out the rest yourself.
Aislin is a - " " - drunken slut.
Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.
The world was often ugly and painful, filled with hate, sadness, and despair. But Aria? She made sense in a senseless world. She was the rainbow to my everlasting thunderstorms.
hydra of revolution,
Rememberatorium),
Of evils one should choose the least.
[Lat., Ex malis eligere minima oportere.]
Tagliatelle comes from the word tagliare, meaning 'to cut.' Tagliolini are simply thinly cut tagliatelle.
3.18-million-year-old australopithecine found at Hadar in Ethiopia in 1974 by a team led by Donald Johanson. Formally known as A.L.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Well," Aureliano said. "Tell me what it is."
Pilar Ternera bit her lips with a sad smile.
"That you would be good in a war," she said. "Where you put your eye, you put your bullet.
Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda - what's it like there?
Safety lies in the middle course.
[Lat., Medio tutissimus ibis.]
Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi)
Ad astra per alia porci (to the stars on the wings of a pig)
Everything unknown is magnified.
[Lat., Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.]
Dei sub numine viget, Under God's power she flourishes
The werehyena Casanova strikes again.
Kalos Kai Agathos, the singular balance of the good and the beautiful.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
Despairing Dido, queen of ancient Carthage, slain by her own hand as her magnificent lover Aeneas lifts anchor and sails away forever: this is one of the most haunting and permanent images of the classical world.
Dark Star Safari,
Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight.
My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you.
Do you remember the wrestler Andre the Giant? Famous. He had acromegaly.
THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
Sometimes Anatole wonders just where the elusive point is, where you stop being sane.
What in Urza's nameUrza-- Ari Marmell
E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
To pile Pelion upon Olympus.
[Lat., Pelion imposuisse Olympo.]
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Art for art's sake.
[Lat., Ars gratia artis.]
My Oberon, what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamored of an ass.
Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77
Prince Achilles! Aristos Achaion! As
Avarice, the spur of industry.
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
The name of the place was Is Vesnara Shast, which translated to The Wandering Road. What Lila didn't know, not until she saw Lenos's unease, was that the Arnesian word for road - shast - was the same as the word for soul.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
By wine eating cares are put to flight.
[Lat., Vino diffugiunt mordaces curae.]
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
Philo of Alexandria,
I hope for a light grief in old age.
I was born in Rome and it has returned to me.
My autumn was a kind of she-wolf,
And August - the month of Caesars - smiled at me.
And among them all Taurus Antinor, praefect of Rome, with his ruddy hair and bronzed skin, his massive frame clad in gorgeously embroidered tunic.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
Who did you eat this time? (Acheron)
It wasn't a who, akri. It was something that had hornies on its head like me. There were a bunch of them actually. All of them had hornies and they made a strange moo-moo sound. (Simi)
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
Let the die be cast.
[Lat., Jacta alea esto; or, jacta esa alea.)
How bitter it is to reap a harvest of evil for good that you have done!
[Lat., Ut acerbum est, pro benefactis quom mali messem metas!]
I guess I had a hamartia after all.
Yossarian!!!(?)!
You know, Uri, there's something seriously wrong with me. (Acheron)
And you're just now figuring this out? Damn, you're the poster child for slow learning. (Urian)
My heroine already is, and is Hulga.
You don't want the Simi to watch over the bitch-goddess, do you? 'Cause no offense, akri, that would just be wrong, and I love you, but that's more love than the Simi has for anything. Even Diamonique. (Simi)
Ariana, there's a small rodent on your face. Thought you should know."
"It's a mustache. Kyra assured me that it's extremely convincing.
Romesco with asparagus is simple and brilliant.
Arithmancy looks
Cioran, bureaucratic heart of the Empire. Or if not heart, kidney. Maybe small bowel.
Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)
Auri stood, and in the circle of her golden hair she grinned and brought the weight of her desire down full upon the world.
And all things shook. And all things knew her will. And all things bent to please her.
From no place can you exclude the fates.
[Lat., Nullo fata loco possis excludere.]
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.
I will either find a way or make one.
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
Sleeping Atlantis
Silent cool waters
dancing upon her skin ~
silent cool water
ushering dreams within...
I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]
Underworld butt.