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Reading Alan Zweibel makes me laugh out loud. And yet it is not a particularly funny name.
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.
One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
Raffe looks like someone just broke his heart.
Roberta Marieschi
I have been asked whether I wish to nominate a successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delfino. I have decided to name Christopher Hitchens.
Miguel: Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle.
I'm a small-town boy who comes from a traditional family on a tiny island called Belitung. I may not know where I'm going, but I'll always know where to come home to.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Hermann Buhl with K2. First
I'm playing like Eric Dampier.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
Baritone, cultivated, rolling-out-smooth voice familiar to Reiss. 'This is Doktor Goebbels.
You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's Piglet.
THE GRACKLE
The
A mediocre season for Nelson Piquet as he is now known and always has been.
Dog's constipated," said Bert the Shirt.
"Who isn't?" said the Godfather.
I miss my dog."
...
"What was his name again?"
"Mouse."
"That was very unkind of you."
"Naming him mouse?"
"Isn't he a greyhound?"
"I could have named hum Turtle."
"Frederick!" ...
"It's better than Frederic," Annabel said, "Good heavens, that's my brother's name.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
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Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
It answers to the name of Henry, but you can call it Library Boy.
It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with lets so stumpy that they appeared to have been amputated. With large, liquid eyes and a sturdy long tail in constant motion, it resembled nothing so much as and exceedingly amiable sausage.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
Bellport. A podium.
Raffe sounds like Raw Feet. Coincidence?
Holmberg's Mistake.
We will live eternally with Peter, Paul, Austin, Chrysostom, Jerome, Wickliffe, Luther, Zuinglius, Calvin, Beza, Bullinger ... Latimer(69) [.]
His Tender Roni.
Bert Williams was the funniest man I ever saw and the saddest man I ever knew.
Definitely not a Gertrude.
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won't fold under pressure ... grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
Un homme qui lit, ou qui pense, ou qui calcule, appartient a' l'espe' ce et non au sexe; dans ses meilleurs moments, il e chappe me me a' l'humain. A person who reads or thinks or calculates, belongs to a kind and not to a gender; in his or her best moments, he or she escapes being human.
If I had a brontosaurus, I would name him Horace or Morris. But if suddenly one day he had A lot of little brontosauri- I would change his name to Laurie.
Oh how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice & all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.
I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.
Chadwickius frenemus,
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
CHAPTER I - M. MYRIEL
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
Wir tappen im Labyrinth unsers Lebenswandels und im Dunkel unserer Forschungen umher: helleAugenblicke erleuchten dabei wie Blitze unsernWeg. We grope about in the labyrinth of our life and in the obscurity of our investigations; bright moments illuminate our path like flashes of lightning.
Describing Bonhoeffer's demeanor on returning to danger in Germany rather than safety in America, with with a strong and joyful firmness such as only arises out of realized freedom.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Pigpen's on the move.
Who do you serve?" Lanferelle asked.
"Sir John Cornerwailled," Hook said proudly.
Lanferelle was pleased. "Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.
Meatloaf Outside the Pan --
Because meatloaf needs a makeover!
The greatest fighter I ever saw
My opponent is Peter.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
I'm closer to Bob Newhart than Rodney Dangerfield.
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M. Myriel
Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us."
"Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
He is both the Raffe I know and a terrifying stranger. He looks like a pissed-off demigod. I've only glimpsed him once in this perfect angel form.
father dochder/dochdern
WhO's NeXt?!
~I'm BaCk!
~Golberg
Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise.
Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do.
Beloved King of Comedy.
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your uncle Geoffrey.
It is to be doubted whether anybody who said good-bye to Bert had any faith or interest whatsoever in the life everlasting. This life had, some of them thought, been quite bad enough.
Chapter 11 Bobby Bell
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
Semmelweis reflex. They
Gilly Gilleshpee
David Copperfield.
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Peter Principle
a brilliant and talented man promoted just one notch over his head.
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
Now, Rowsby Woof was the man's dog; and he was the most objectionable, malicious, disgusting brute that ever licked a man's hand. He
Peter. Peter Kavinsky. Even saying his name is a remembered pleasure, something to savor, like a piece of chocolate dissolving on my tongue.
I said I kicked a French chicken in the stomach once." "Huh?" "It said, 'Oeuf.'" "What is that?" "It's a joke. Do you want to hear another, or have you already had un oeuf?
I'm Opera Singer. I can sing Brecht, Weil.
hi lisen to the sound of music
Colin Meads is the kind of player you expect to see emerging from a ruck with the remains of a jockstrap between his teeth.
Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre,
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
Beerbohm was a genius of the purest kind. He stands at the summit of his art.
waif. They would hear his reedy voice, the one he'd had in the war. He swallowed, knew that all he had for a voice box was a little whistle cut from a willow switch. Worse - he had nothing to say. The crowd
All these years Litvinoff had imagined he was so much like his friend. He'd prided himself on what he considered their similarities. But the truth was that he was no more like the man fighting a fever in bed ten feet away than he was like the cat that had just slunk off: they were different species.
The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves there is one dog, which is killed by the mother because, otherwise, as he grew up, he would devour the other little ones. Give to this dog-son of a wolf a human face, and the result will be Javert.
Alain-Fournier is
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Another angel has snuck up on me. His wings are golden and his face chiseled, but he looks at me with the cold eyes of a killer. Before I can figure out what to do, snowy wings blot out the angel. It's Raffe. And he has two of his Watchers backing him up.
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old.
Bertelsmann understood our vision when they first invested in us ... They still believe in that vision.
If you don't know Tom Lehrer, you should - in addition to being a classical pianist, mathematician, songwriter, satirist, researcher at Los Alamos and, he claims, inventor of the Jell-O shot, he is just delightfully funny and graceful.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
Beaujolais is so underrated.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
In the end, only Leif believed that you were still alive. He thought you might be hiding somewhere, playing a game. As the rest of us grieved, Leif searched the jungle for you day after day."
"When did he finally stop?" I asked.
"Yesterday.
Dantes. He became Number 34.
On the mound is Randy Jones, the left-hander with the Karl Marx hairdo.
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
This is Deirdre," said Addison. "She's an emu-raffe, which is a bit like a donkey and a giraffe put together, only with fewer legs and a peevish temper. She's a terrible sore loser at cards," he added in a whisper. "Never play an emu-raffe at cards. Say hello, Deirdre!
That would be the gentleman lobster,
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]