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In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Lord Birkenhead is very clever but sometimes his brains go to his head.
Aberystwyth (n.)
A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.
Oh we both have screws loose. Just fucking look at us, Dex! We're in the mountains trying to find Sasquatch and we're arguing over the llama formerly known as Twatwaffle.
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
Kerrick the weed.
MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
Manicured grounds of well-hidden mansions. At any other time Doug would have been slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for interesting old architecture. Because Douglas Llewellyn was an architect, the senior partner
I am Calumny Spinks.
Between me and the satin blue sky hangs the hempen noose.
It has swung there in the faintest of breezes, waiting for me, all my life.
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
I, Georgie, am Mr. Bob Gray, also known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown. Pennywise, meet George Denbrough. George, meet Pennywise. And now we know each other. I'm not a stranger to you, and you're not a stranger to me. Kee-rect? " George
There was a long-ago saying that was still heard from time to time in town: Waverleys know where to find the truth, they just can't stomach it. Bay
Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
a furtive groove
Mr. Baldwin, to get away from
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
Tell me of your Willoughbys, Heathcliffs and Wickhams in literature and I will tell you I met them all.
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we're passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always say makes Tara from Gone with the Wind look like a woodshed.
But Daughteeeer!
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Palmer looked back to see de Lacy still rolling across the muddy road from his fall, the destrier spinning and snorting from its refusal. 'So you've got me, de Lacy?' He faced forward again with another kick for greater speed. And a low-hanging branch slammed him from the saddle.
Bulgy Bears," said
The Elder is called Dee, first-born, of the Yarbrough lineage, whose landname is VaWaco.
I am James Burlough, the Earl of Deerhurst.' The earl's pleasant smile capsized into not-quite-polite puzzlement. 'And who might you be, sir?
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
Clay Blaisdell Western
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could be heard through the heavy cabin walls, and she followed Wolfie to see who was there. Rhys.
Shit.
Yay.
No, shit.
Really.....shit.
Lady Denville replied with dignity that she had never felt the smallest preference for either of her twin sons.
'Of course not! How should you, when you can't tell us apart?' said Mr Fancot
On the Jellicoe road
bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
From a very early age, I knew I wanted to be Carl Denham.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
Gregory: Well, Dane, you could share your impression with my alma mater instead.
Dane: It's a challenge.
Gregory: Glad to hear that hasn't changed. And which part do you find the most challenging?
Dane: Living up to your reputation.
Boy, I was daid.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
It was the very worst kind of Banbury-Road house, depressing, with laurels. The front door was opened by a slut. I had never seen a slut before but recognized the genus without difficulty as soon as I set eyes on this one.
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
Hans: [Y]ou can't conceive what a great fellow I'm going to be. The seed of immortality has sprouted within me.
Deronda: Only a fungoid growth, I daresay - a crowing disease in the lungs.
New Brunswick. Shediac. Lobster Capital of the World.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
His Scotch bear-leader, Mr Boswell, was a butt of the first quality.
Mr Bough has 'surprise picnic' written all over him.
Cadogan Place is the one slight bond that joins two great extremes; it is the connecting link between the aristocratic pavements of Belgrave Square, and the barbarism of Chelsea.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Donald - ruler Donovan
Fort of the Dane,
Garrison of the Saxon,
Augustan capital
Of a Gaelic nation,
Appropriating all
The alien brought,
You give me time for thought.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Marshington is here.
Bless you, daugher of man,
The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He's always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It's six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities.
There is a new codeword going round school. DFS. It means 'desperate for sex.' It sounds like you are talking about the furniture shop. For the record, I'm certainly DFS. In fact I am permanently shopping in DFS with no hope of getting out of the store.
To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back.
...
Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.
In Paris there are two dens, one for thieves, the other for murderers. The den of thieves is the Stock Exchange; the den of murderers is the Courthouse.
Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had
Edward Crowe came out from the glacier on the north
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
adjourn for another beer. We
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Whose house is that, Constable?
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.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
In the yard of the inn, Daffy Cadwaladyr introduced himself. "Short for Davyd," he said pleasantly.
The Londoner looked as if she'd never heard a sillier name in her life.
Hapmshire" typo,
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
At any other time Doug would have been slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for interesting old architecture. Because Douglas Llewellyn was an architect, the senior partner of
Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Holmberg's Mistake.
Besides, woods made sense. Woods were home.
Throughout the open space, and a two-story fireplace. The bedrooms all have mountain vistas, and the patio has a multimillion-dollar view of a great, green, tree-studded lawn. Edmund Washburn, a big teddy bear of a man, had fired up the
Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
garden. I have been defeated,
So this crow comes and it starts quacking at us.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Don't kid yourself munster
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
When you enter the Lions Den, it's best not to go empty-handed or you'll probably leave that way
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
Now is rather a questionable one. And thus was solved the mystery of the sinister house with the copper beeches in front of the door. Mr. Rucastle survived,
Up the well known creek
He warned me of the lion's den and I am glad I didn't listen.
It's not tiddlywinks now, is it?..... NZ Rugby Legend
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
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!
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
You know fuck all, Dandelion.' 'Do
When it came to hatred, Brodd Tenways had a bottomless supply. He was one of those bastards who can't even breathe quietly, ugly as incest and always delighted to push it in your face, leering from the shadows like the village pervert at a passing milkmaid.
I love taking challenges, as my name Leander means 'lion's heart.'
Barb's house, when I finally
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.