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My lord," Froi heard Dorcas call out from the battlement above.
"Yes, Dorcas."
"You're going to have to cover his head. He'll catch a chill. Fekra made him a cap."
"Thank you, Dorcas.
By the bye, as I must leave off being young, I find many douceurs in being a sort of chaperon , for I am put on the sofa near the fire and can drink as much wine as I like.
Well, fab-dabby-dozy to that!
It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.
Cranberry Catsup
So many writers make dope glamorous; a form of romantic transgression, or world-weariness, or poetic sensitivity, or hipness. Mainly it's the stuff of ritualistic communion among inarticulate bores.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.
Dear Little Dorrit, it is not my imprisonment only that will soon be over. This sacrifice of you must be ended. We must learn to part again, and to take our different ways so wide asunder. You have not forgotten what we said together, when you came back?
A reasonable being might think that he and I could find some common ground; have a cup of coffee and compare our Passengers, exchange trade talk and chitchat about dismemberment techniques. But no: Doakes wanted me dead. And I found it difficult to share his point of view.
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
Folk dance like a wave on the sea.
ah've been on t'dole all mi life in fucking Leeds!
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
The Weeknd is the dopeness.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
How do Polish people spell farm? E-I-E-I-O
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? - DONNE
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
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.
Cock-a-doodle-do! Any cock will do!Cock-- Larry Kramer
Dihil is the Apache word for Dark. Cameron and
All the different ways of talking English I throw together like a salad and dine greedily in my mongrel tongue.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
I sang do-wop on the street corner before it was called do-wop.
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!
A frightful dialect for the stupid, the pedant and dullard sort.
ginger ¼ teaspoon pumpkin
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
Most people think that Christianity is spelled DO: they look at the Bible or the life of Christ, and they simply try hard to live like Jesus. Christianity is really spelled DONE: it is what Christ has done that enables us to live a life of obedience.30
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
Restraint, soberness, the matured thought, the unselfish act, they are necessities of the barbarous state, the life of dangers. Dourness is man's tribute to unconquered nature.
Happy man, happy dole.
Remember that lettuce doesn't grow on a spruce; and it also doesn't rhyme with it.
Meddle not in the affairs of Dragons. For thou art crunchy and go well with Ketchup.
Thank you, horseradish, for being neither a radish nor a horse. What you are is a liar food.
"O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam," said Little Dorrit, "angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me."
You get a decent do at the Brazen Head
Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side - and don't be stinchy, beby.
Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal -
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
How much better a man feels when he is mixed with halibut and leg of mutton and roebuck
Come and take your seat, Lady Dorina.
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.
mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants.
Lettuce mustard our strength, celery-brate and have bun while I scream, relish the day!
It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves frieren.
A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Well, got any relish?" "No, ma'am." "Tomato ketchup?" "No, ma'am." "And they call this a gormay paradise,
Savory ... that's a swell word. And Basil and Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All great. But Relish, now, Relish with a capital R. No argument, that' the best.
identified this visitor as Doane, the man who had
The only thing I can cook is Welsh rarebit.
Ham with mustard is a meal of glory
Dorkdom isn't something you can choose. It's something you are. But instead of dividing the world up into dorkside and darkside, I've realised that we all have a little bit of dork inside us.
Lord Dorwin, gentlemen, in five days of discussion didn't say one damned thing, and said it so you never noticed.
coltish-looking,
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants
neither alcohol nor meat
are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood.
Orthodoxy is my doxy and heterodoxy is your doxy.
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
The true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.
I have gone over to the dork side.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
We do, doodley do, doodley do, doodely do,
What we must, muddily must, muddily must, muddily must;
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do,muddily do,
Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust.
Try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard.
Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
Swedes up in Dakota - know what they do sometimes? Put pepper on the floor. Gits up the ladies' skirts an' makes 'em purty lively - lively as a filly in season. Swedes do that sometimes." In
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut!
What a beautiful place to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friend ... Harry Potter ...
You're not a dork, you're adorkable.
Have a biscuit, Potter.
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
I like a cheese and pickle. Nice cheese and pickle on a real old-fashioned bread. Ploughman's lunch.
To him who is stinted of food a boiled turnip will relish like a roast fowl.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Our Father who art on Delridge Avenue, give us this day our daily bread. Only make it pumpernickel and slap on some French's mustard and cucumber chips.
We all do 'do, re, mi,' but you have got to find the other notes yourself.
Most traditional Scottish food is designed to use things that are just about to go ... off.
They call me Tater Salad
Incredible to think isn't it, that every single Scotsman, started off as a scotch egg. Old and gingery.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Write with the learned, pronounce with the vulgar.
Safe word is Pickle
The Dutch look like a huge jar of marmalade.
Dobby never meant to kill. He only meant to maim, or seriously injure.
[I like to cook] Shepherd's pie, which is a classic British dish. But my version reflects my Jamaican roots, because I add jerk to it as well.
Fifty dorcas they're setting up an ambush near my ship. (Nykyrian)
No bet. I know they are. They're too stupid to not be obvious and predictable. Gah, I hate abiding by the law. Too bad you can't slaughter them where they stand. (Syn)
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
Karate-do begins with courtesy and ends with rei.
Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce ...
Sherry, the civilized drink.
I'm SUCH a DORK!!