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Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
No effete dauber M.
contemptuous cough
I can understand German as well as the maniac that invented it, but I talk it best through an interpreter.
SANE ASYLUM Ed Shank
Garch a har?" -Oddjob, Goldfinger
Westside Hochdeutsch mafia, biggest of the big, construction, savings and loans, untaxed billions stashed under an Alp someplace, technically Jewish but wants to be a Nazi, becomes exercised often to the point of violence at those who forget to spell his name with two n's. What's he to you?
Giv Herren sin Aere, giv Kongen sin Told.
From now on I'm Switzerland ok!!
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
Long live eternal Germany!
I understand German; I can read German.
The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language ... the language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.
The German mind, may it live! Almost invisible as a mind, it finally manifests itself assertively as a conviction.
Ah, there should be a young man, ein schone Junge carrying Blumen, a bouquet of roses. There should be cold Rhine wine and Strausswaltzes, and on the long way home kisses in the shadow of an archway, like a Cinderella.
Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, thou'rt German again!
Weltschmerz, basically, is the depression we feel when bamboozlers, fanatics, manipulators, trolls, bigots, demagogues, fear-mongers, liars and prigs threaten to take over the world, and there's nothing, we think, we can do about it.
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
Weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.
beshert. Meant to be.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
Set a beggar on horse backe, they saie, and hee will neuer alight.
Eshgham, a term of endearment meaning my love
The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.
Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will - !
Ah, a German and a genius ! A prodigy, admit him !
Obituary for Edith Hahn Beer from the Times (UK) This obituary was published in the March 26, 2009, edition of the London Times. Reprinted with permission of the Times, London. EDITH HAHN-BEER escaped probable extermination as a Jew in wartime Germany by assuming a
a Nean derthal with a badge.
I think Koenigsegg is Swedish for: Oh no, my head has just exploded!
Herr Altenburg, I can't; I have vertigo.' And Marek looked at him: 'All right - I'll get the chemist to fix me something.
In a notable family called Stein
There were Gertrude, and Ep, and then Ein.
Gert's writing was hazy,
Ep's statues were crazy,
And nobody understood Ein.
Hapmshire" typo,
Yess, Exccellenccy. Larsst iss my name.
Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that'
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
My greetings to you, my Germany.
Breitenau." The first policeman
Herr Schroder has conducted two electoral campaigns, and he is doing it again now, by not telling people what is really necessary. He keeps avoiding the difficult and uncomfortable issues, those that imply changes and therefore provoke discussions.
E!" Klaus cried. "E as in Exit!" The Baudelaires ran down E as in Exit, but when they reached the last
cabinet, the row was becoming F as in Falling File Cabinets, G as in Go the Other Way! and H as in How
in the World Are We Going to Escape?
The Germans wit is in his fingers.
- Fair enough, dit Linus Brandell.
Hello, out there, Heinz, in case you read this.
I was really very fond of you, to the extend that I am capable of being fond of anybody.
Give the Blarney Stone a kiss for me.
What were you doing in Hitler's bunker - looking for your motorcycle and your best friend?
My name is CHL. That's Charles Haas Layfield.
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
Wir tappen im Labyrinth unsers Lebenswandels und im Dunkel unserer Forschungen umher: helleAugenblicke erleuchten dabei wie Blitze unsernWeg. We grope about in the labyrinth of our life and in the obscurity of our investigations; bright moments illuminate our path like flashes of lightning.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
But I don't know a word of German, I've had no experience, I've got no testimonials, and I can't play cricket.'
'It doesn't do to be too modest,' said Mr Levy. 'It's wonderful what one can teach when one tries.
Never knew before what eternity was made for. It is to give some of us a chance to learn German.
God, I hate the Germans ...
There in the midst of German life is an alien and isolated race of men. Loud and self-conscious in their dress, hot-blooded and restless in their manner. An Asiatic horde on the sandy plains of Prussia. Forming among themselves a close corporation, rigorously shut off from the rest of the world.
Mahlke couldn't joke. He sometimes tried. But everything he did, touched or said, became solemn, significant, monumental;
VW used to mean FAHRVERGNUGEN and now it's FARFROMUNION!
Birgit Von Schondorf
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
Where do you learn this stuff?" "Don't you ever get bored?" Cassidy asked. "Yeah, but I don't Google 'German insults.'" "Why not? It's fascinating.
Saumensch, du dreckiges - it's about time!
Even Eichmann was sickened when he toured the concentration camps ...
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
The Musicians of Bremen
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
Elgar is not manic enough to be Russian, not witty or pointilliste enough to be French, not harmonically simple enough to be Italian and not stodgy enough to be German. We arrive at his Englishry by pure elimination.
Life is too short to learn German
The German intellect wants the French sprightliness, the fine practical understanding of the English, and the American adventure; but it has a certain probity, which never rests in a superficial performance, but asks steadily, To what end? A German public asks for a controlling sincerity.
The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at.
The pig says oink.
A German singer! I should as soon expect to get pleasure from the neighing of my horse.
I asked the cardiologist why an electrocardiogram was called an EKG, instead of an ECG.
He said, "Nazis. Nazis invented the machine."
After he left, I found a napkin on my breakfast tray and wrote that down: EKG = Nazis.
People of ze wurl, relax!
Lord Rodrik Harlaw was neither fat nor slim; neither tall nor short; neither ugly nor handsome. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, though the short, neat beard he favored had gone grey. All in all, he was an ordinary man, distinguished only by his love of written words.
Bayern's midfielder, Owen Hargreaves, who scampered around the pitch like an office boy on amphetamines for the last 25 minutes or so.
HELL: A place where the police are German, the motorists French and the cooks English.
I've lived for 10 years in Switzerland, so I speak German.
This won't look so good in my obituary," Schaffer said dolefully. There was a perceptible edge of strain under the lightly-spoken words."Gave his life for his country in a ladies' lavatory in Upper Bavaria.
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
It seems manifest, then, that the latter tongue (German) ought to be trimmed down and repaired. If it is to remain as it is, it ought to be gently and reverently set aside among the dead languages, for only the dead have time to learn it.
How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.
To the non-Swiss ear it sounds as if the speaker is construing made-up words from the oddest rhythms and the queerest clipped consonants and the most perturbing arrangement of gaping, rangy vowels.
Yours most sincerely,
Peter Van Houten
c/o Lidewij Vliegnthart
"WHAT?!" I shouted aloud. "WHAT IS THIS LIFE?
Remember, "I" before "E", except in Budweiser.
Now, I will drink no German beer. The white wine of the country, with a little soda-water; perhaps occasionally a glass of Ems or potash. But beer, never - or, at all events, hardly ever." It is a good and useful resolution, which I recommend to all travellers. I
Shema Israel Adonai Ehohenu Adonai Echad.
umbreller in one hand, and an acksminister carpet bag in t'other. He
Ale Perez What happened to your right hand?
TCKeller hucky made me finger-spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious untill he got it right. it took an hour and a half. i still can't hold a fork. what's the favour.
Oh how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice & all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars ...
Jokes about German sausage are the Wurst
Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Angleterre Hotel,
Subordinate of H. Himmler, may have played role in Himmler's not yet fully explained death in 1948.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
I was saving the name of 'Geisel' for the Great American Novel.
Shalom Aleichem!!
Open duh computer." Germans ought to farm out all positions of petty authority. The accent remained too full of implication.
Where there's life, eh?"
WHERE THERE'S LIFE EH WHAT?
"There's hope?"
IS THERE?
Where were we a year ago, Bink?" "In Vienna." "In Vienna, swiving opera singers." They shared a moment of silent recollection. "And now you're an earl. A man of responsibility. You'll want a wife.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
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.
Perry Johansson.
Between 1950 and 1951, I worked as a temporary employee in the Cologne Bureau of Statistics. From summer 1951 on, I have lived as a freelance writer with a fixed postal address in Cologne but with a continually shifting place of work.