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Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.
[Preface to Brissot's Address to His Constituents (1794)]
Noctis ... this is a little embarrassing, but ... your male anatomy is bothering me.
New Englanders could be so brusque.
I have decided to come back for Les Bleus.
The mongrel tongue of Slaver's Bay, an ugly blend of Old Ghiscari and High Valyrian.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
corn maque choux. He
between Scylla and Charybdis,
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Tiramisu for desert.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Like a Frenchman, far from home, catching a whiff of Gauloise.
Lares of the Crossroads
Chadwickius frenemus,
What exactly is a french before it's fried?
Without error there can be no brilliancy
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
From my new release, Cry for Me.
This is Bryen talking.
"Stop it, T! I knew; my God I predicted you would do this! Start blaming yourself for the sins of my sick brother. He's left a stench of rottenness from here to Illinois!
An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,
This art of writing billet-doux
In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
The heart of France lies between Brussels and Paris.
Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er ... " I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant
The skybr>Scorched by the sun,br>Weepsbr>Fecund tears.
On Fridays there were fish fries or boils at which they served "lawyers" (burbot or eelpout), so-called because their hearts were in their butts.
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
sangfroid. Brezan took notes, even though the meeting was being recorded, because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on what Muris was
You know why the French hate us so much? Thay gave us the croissant. And you know what we did with it? We turned it into our croissandwich, thank you very much.
My grandmother taught me how to make the basic pate brise pastry crust when I was young. The one thing I learned simply by eating her endless variations on delicious tarts for dinner every night is that this dough can be used for just about anything - sweet or savory.
Safety lies in the middle course.
[Lat., Medio tutissimus ibis.]
He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell.
[Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.]
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Information wants to eat brie.
Frenchman: Germans with good food.
This morning from a halibut.
With the countless chevrons of whitecaps. Soon enough, the navigators can discern the low moonlit lumps of islands ranged along the horizon. France.
Sin on a hot biscuit.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
Whats up home skillet, biscuit.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
This is Chanceux Chateau. Home to the formidable Prince Severin and his extraordinary wife, Princess Elle, and all that they hold dear." The
Boy, those French! They have a different word for everything.
Fogged, bogged gates of Brume, barrier to my home; Timeless, faceless watchers loom, but I am allowed to roam.
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
[ ... ] little Belgium once again busy at what she does best, tamely offering her battlefield-ready lowlands to boots, hooves, iron wheels, waiting to be first to go under before a future no one in Europe has the clairvoyance to imagine as anything more than an exercise for clerks.
ArchGovernor's ears," Podginus orders. Bridge forces
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Festivus for the Restivus!
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
Jos de Vries
U Are The Greatest Gift God Gave me
Petra
We ought to call it something,' said Banokles thoughtfully. 'We can't just keep calling it "that big bastard horse". It ought to have a name.' 'What do you suggest?' - 'Arse Face.
I sit down in front of Baz now, on the coffee table
which I carried up by myself. He hands me his cup, and I take a sip. "What is this?"
"Pumpkin mocha breve. I created it myself.
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it.
BRABANTIO Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought. DUKE and SENATORS We
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
What species is he?" "British
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.
Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch.
Desserts. I ordered banoffee pie.
The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
Hair and hole, horn and teeth - hedgehog, walrus, ape, Josef Breuer. He
Now, I know I'm going to break your hearts, but I am forced to leave you. You must call up all your fortitude, and try to bear it ... "Bob swore!" - as the Englishman said for "Good night", when he first learnt French, and thought it so like English. "Bob swore," my ducks!" (Chapter XXII)
A lobster bisque ought to be the crowning glory of the potager. And this one was excellent. Silky as a gigolo's compliment and fishy as a chancellor's promise.
The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred
And know some nurture.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
A phoenix ain't nuthin' but a burd.
Bellport. A podium.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
Excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed.
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
Agreeing to differ.
[Lat., Discors concordia.]
How the French can talk. About a stew, about a fly on the parapet, about death, about anything.
the Valley of Boval, where the women and the cows were renowned for their udders.
SCORPIUS: Always.
Summertime in the french countryside is the smell of ripening fig trees and the taste of wild blackberries.
You kissed her? You kissed my mate?"
"Actually, the more I think about it, she kissed me. But I kissed her back."
"You kissed?" Breccan asked again.
"Yes. We kissed. Mouths tangled. Tongues involved. Kissed."
"I know what it means! Care to elaborate?"
"At one point she screamed.
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
Festus, you're such a great listener.
Mistress of the grisly and the glutinous
In France, successive waves of Gaul, Visigoth, and Frank have swept over the land and have dominated it. But the fair hair and blue eyes and the clear skin of the conquering races have been submerged by the rising and overflow of the dusky blood of the original population.
You will hardly conquer, but conquer you must.
[Lat., Male vincetis, sed vincite.]
A flat black bug, that is London.
Holy cheesy fuckballs!
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.