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The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Trust the horticulturalist: California's genius may be green, but it's underlying beauty is brown.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Lysistrata: "Calonice, it's more than I can bear,
I am hot all over with blushes for our sex.
Men say we're slippery rogues--"
Calonice: "And aren't they right?
What I've been trying to tell myself for days now. Cal is not a path I should choose or want. Cal is simply a weapon, something for me to use - or something for others to use against me. I must prepare for both.
California: bordering always on the Pacific and sometimes on the ridiculous. So, why do I live here? Because the sun goes down a block from my house.
The countryside they
Coast with us, Emerald Eyes?
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.
Southern California, where the American Dream came too true.
I'm a California girl. I grew up in Inglewood right by LAX.
We are nothing more than distractions for each other, and distractions get you killed. But my hands close over his, our fingers lacing, until our bones are woven together. The fire is dying, flames reduced to embers. But Cal is still here. He will never leave me.
Do Re Mi
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see,
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi
Calisto, a companion of Ignatius, and who on recovering from a severe illness had heard of the imprisonment of Ignatius, hastened from Segnovia, where he was staying, and came to Alcala, that he, too, might be cast into prison.
Calumny is the offspring of Envy.
Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
In a village of La Mancha,
THE OLD COUNTRY, 1731 F
A Caligula, or a Yuri Vorbarra, can rule a long time, while the best men hesitate to do what is necessary to stop him, and the worst ones take advantage.
You're that lady," Leo said. "The one who was named after Caribbean music."
Her eyes glinted murderously. "Caribbean music."
"Yeah. Reggae?" Leo shook his head. "Merengue? Hold on, I'll get it."
He snapped his fingers. "Calypso!
California is an Italy without its art.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest ...
Clarice, the glorious city, has a tormented history. Several times it decayed, then burgeoned again, always keeping the first Clarice as an unparalleled model of every splendor, compared to which the city's present state can only cause more sighs at every fading of the stars.
I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
To the birds and trees he talks:
Caesar of his leafy Rome,
There the poet is at home.
Super-cali-fragalistic-expiali-docious,
Docious-ali-expi-fragalistic-cali-super.
Cancun ... catch me in the room, eatin' grouper.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
The Beauty which old Greece or RomeSung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.
Lancaster, California ... that promised land sometimes called 'the west coast of Iowa.
Calumny is like counterfeit money; many people who would not coin it circulate it without qualms.
California is a great big nation of one They never knew what they wanted 'til it was already gone
Where there is calumny, there is Satan himself.
Palace of Crystal
There is nothing which wings its flight so swiftly as calumny, nothing is uttered with more ease; nothing is listened to with more readiness, nothing disbursed more widely.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
California is a great place to live if you're an orange.
I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home
California is a state peculiarly addicted to swift enthusiasms. It is a seed-bed of all manner of cults and theories, taken up, and dropped, with equal speed.
India Lima Yankee
California to me as a concept or as an idea always seems like endless optimism and endless opportunity - when people think of California they think of palm trees and blue skies and gorgeous sunsets and beaches and everything else.
El Salvador has the scenery of northern California and the climate of southern California plus - and this was a relief - no Californians.
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
Fire wants to burn
Water wants to flow
Air wants to rise
Earth wants to bind
Chaos wants to devour
Cal wants to live
California, still a magical vanity fair.
Blissful Islands
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
The cool, grey city of love.
Edan Lepucki sets her debut novel, 'California,' somewhere in the 2060s. The nearness of this era helps make her vision both more discomfiting and more credible.
Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!"
-Cal
Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!
Calumniators are those who have neither good hearts nor good understandings. We ought not to think ill of any one till we have palpable proof; and even then we should not expose them to others.
Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.
Northern San Diego. The white stucco walls rose, interrupted by huge windows. The whole structure nearly floated off the pavement, sleek, modern, and somehow light, almost delicate. The salt-spiced wind blowing from the coast less than a mile away only strengthened the illusion. He'd
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
She winced, knowing what was to come, "Calpurnia." She closed her eyes again, embarrassed by the extravagant name - a name with which no one but a helplessly romantic mother with an unhealthy obsession with Shakespeare would have considered saddling a child.
jessamine. Flowering
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
The ungovernable passion for wealth.
[Lat., Opum furiata cupido.]
I love California; everything is so artificial.
It is a fine sunny day and great matters loom across the horizon of history. Carthage in my rearview mirror, I blend into Time.
Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel
this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!
between Scylla and Charybdis,
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
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.
I love California. It has such a strong contribution to the history of culture, and popular culture. For better and worse, of course. Even the worst can be interesting to some degree sometimes for somebody creative.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?
The call of sedona
It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.]
Mars red gladiolus
Cal says, Do you want to see my Megazord? You'll have to come to my room because it's defending a city and if I move it, everyone will die.
Another Country,
At present, [in the desert] an exasperating clarity reigns. The sky has become less visible than water in a jar. Black peaks, spines of granite, a twisted tree are sculpted in this atmosphere basted with reflections. All that remains: a countryside of imperishable contours.
The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.
A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.
L.A. I could live without.
The golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind
Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)
Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)
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.
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC OF AMERICA
The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
I love California. I love Hollywood.
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
Clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a
The names of the plants ought to be stable [certa], consequently they should be given to stable genera.
Obviously California is fantastic in terms of produce, vegetables.
To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.
I lived in Arizona, and I thought Florida was in California because I thought oranges came from the same place.
This Side of Paradise
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
Cassia.
Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
I'm meant for California.
You're all welcome in California,
Since boyhood, the sandy coast of Southern California with its mazes of rocky crags towering high above the Pacific had been Gower Champion's refuge for reflection.