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version of Amber.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Demetrius appeared
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
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.
Daniel in the den; a champion in the den
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Atalanta in Calydon
DeWarenne men love forever
He must be provided with a claque. It will be your task, Jeeves,
triangle of my mons,
Sienna Rivers, ex-nerd, undisputed reigning chess champion of the class of 09 and the proverbial all round wise-ass degenerate pain in your backside.
My bones are destined to make corals in the Ganga.
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a type that does not ignite, but must be detonated. ("Dayspring Mishandled")
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Glass is material sea.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:
"Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" Anna asked.
"Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Calumniate, calumniate; there will always be something which sticks.
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion.
A thick round wall of glass.
Marie Laurencin.
AMEL (A'MEL) n.s.[email, Fr.]The matter with which the variegated works are overlaid, which we call enamelled. The materials of glass melted with calcined tin, compose an undiaphanous body. This white amel is the basis of all those fine concretes that goldsmiths and artificers
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
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.
Logan McCade. Paging Logan 'Pantyripper' McCade. Please return to your conference call.
O be some other name.
cheery as a cherrio
A cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,
It wavers to a rose.
He can be regarded as the great master of simplification. The art of resolving the tension at the critical moment and in the most effacious way so as to clarify the position as desired is Capablanca's own.
Catharine Victoria Santoro di Valleria." Cat blinked. "Why are you 'full naming' me?
cheese cauldron.
Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper.
"Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole."
"What?" Piper asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.
Morgan with big organ!
Don't repeat this word again
hydra of revolution,
Haste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves.
Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.
Doverey, no proverey - Trust but verify.
One of the fellows called me 'Cyclone' but finally shortened it to 'Cy' and its been that ever since.
Doctor, what could you prescribe for Charlemund?"
The doctor looked down his nose at the unconscious form of the arch-diocel.
"Arsenic?"
"Now, really. Something to give him a quality headache and a great deal of memory loss."
"Cyanide.
Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.
Lothaire Konstantin Daciano, Sovereign of Dacia, the Realm of Blood and Mist.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.
Her given name was Lucinda but she'd called herself Juveline since age fifteen, when she'd been caught selling knockoff Burberry totes and a cop at the booking desk misspelled the word "juvenile." Big
prestidigitator,
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
a towering mass of lust-provoking maleness.
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
CJ is my nickname. It stands for Cameron, and my middle name is John.
Through the window of my mask I see a wall of coral, its surface a living kaleidoscope of lilac flecks, splashes of gold, reddish streaks and yellows, all tinged by the familiar transparent blue of the sea.
...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
poxy shitweasel,
Piper: it looks like we have hole. Percy: Yeah we've got a dam hole! (LOL-ing) Piper: What! Percy: Inside joke. (still LOL-ing) Piper: Whatever.
A girl's name ending in 'a' - that always suggests a 'C' cup.
This grossly advertised wonder [Venice], this gold idol with clay feet, this trompe-l'oeil, this painted deception, this cliche-what intelligent iconoclast could fail to experience a destructive impulse in her presence?
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
Archimedes was my ideal. I admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.
I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong:
Dear _Peter Johnson,
Alligator: The crocodile of America, superior in every detail to the crocodile of the effete monarchies of the Old World.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Capablanca possessed an amazing ability to quickly see into a position and intuitively grasp its main features. His style, one of the purest, most crystal-clear in the entire history of chess, astonishes one with his logic.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
This is Kester Baleen and Ajex Cristo,' Jared introduced. 'One born without common sense and another with too much intelligence.'
'Yeah, and what about you Dernell?' Kester retorted back. 'Born with a dry sense of humour.
King Offa's dyke,
What's a fracking Cylon?
Baldric; but he made a remark that seems worthy of record.
The Xanthus or Scamander is not a mere dry channel and bed of a mountain torrent, but fed by the ever-flowing springs of fame ...
and I trust that I may be allowed to associate our muddy but much abused Concord River with the most famous in history.
A virtuous esculent!
If I had to describe myself in one word, 'Hercules.'
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Papers there were in the chest, and parchments, and stiff untanned skins, written in English and Latin and the old Cumric tongue: Morgan was born, Morgan was married, Morgan became a knight, Morgan was hanged. Here lay the history of the house, shameful and glorious.
The greatest compliment one can pay a master is to compare him with Capablanca.
jessamine. Flowering
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Poor Capablanca! Thou wert a brilliant technician, but no philosopher. Thou wert not capable of believing that in chess, another style could be victorious than the absolutely correct one.
In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone
Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut?
the coast, irregular
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
This tottered ensign of my ancestors
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon these castle-walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
Dominic spelled it.
Just call me Caitlin,
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
I don't need any nicknames.
Eldric wore his lazy lion's smile. He didn't mind what he was called. He was a sticks-and-stones sort of person.
The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
* * * Lunchbox
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.
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus