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Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
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?
Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
I hope I don't," she said. "But she said - Laoghaire - " She stumbled on the name. "L'heery," Ian corrected.
Cole - For the fifth labour what better treat than to sling giant chunks of dung
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.
Peter Pears and Ian Bostridge.
That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne,
I don't think anything of Laura Frank. You heard me - Laura Frank. Not Lawrence. Laura ... It's not that I blame him, I just wish he'd go to a manly tactic and just fight me. Don't whine. When he whines, that's when I change his name of Lawrence Frank.
The man who walks with Henslow.
I just got called Nigel ...
Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.
Susan Boynton mug. "I will," Birdie said, smiling. "Haven't you already read this?" he asked,
They say it's a wise bairn that kens its father, but I dinna think there's much doubt who yours is, lass. Ye might have had the lang nebbit and red locks from anyone, but ye didna get the stubbornness from any man but Jamie Fraser.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Solution: Winchester.
Any human who tried to stamp on a Feegle would find that the little man he thought was under his boot was now in fact climbing up his trouser leg, and after that the day could only get worse.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.
Charles - Charlie - Taylor had
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.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
Leave a trail worth following." Darcy Creech, Peter Beaton
Buju Banton plays
Falyn," Taylor said through his teeth, "I see you've met my brother Tyler." "Tyler?" I asked, wiping his lips from my mouth. "My twin brother," Taylor clarified.
No milk, gone out for breakfast, then to Hamleys, want to beat crowds. PS Know who killed Quine.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
It is Patrick the Legend, of course, who is most engaging and comes to us as something of a happy Celtic party monster.
Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious.
Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her.
"Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily.
At the other end of the spectrum, George Gideon Oliver King Rameses Osborne, the fourteen-year-old novelty Chancellor and future baronet of Ballentaylor and Ballylemon - a man so posh he probably weeps champagne.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it."
"He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in.
"Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.
Old man. Varney was trying, but the judge looked as if he wanted to pace against the
Jack Taylor was a private investigator in Galway, which seemed like madness. I used lots of Galway-isms, which seemed like madness, too.
Tim Mason. The human equivalent of C-4.
R.F. JACKABY
INVESTIGATIVE SERVICES
ASSISTANT WANTED
-$8 PER WEEK-
Must be literate and possess a keen intellect and open mind.
Strong stomach preferred.
Inquire at 926 Augur Lane.
Do not stare at the frog.
When I want to entertain entertainers, I call Jason Randal!
Y-you, Marley Layton, are my favouritist big brother called Marley. The best, my very bestest one." George points her finger up at me as she speaks.
"I'm your only big brother called Marley."
"This true, this is vrery, vrery true," she slurs.
Alice Oswald. With Hughes and Heaney gone, people are looking around for the best British and Irish poets. Oswald is one of our finest.
Lord of My Underpants," Liam Quinn.
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.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
The elder Miss Larkin
It's Cash and Jewel and Varadaman and Dewey Del', pa says kind of hangdog and proud too, with this teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. 'Meet Mrs Bundren', he says.
Gilderoy Lockhart
Paddy Eagan, stay away from falling signs for a bit and you'll be as right as rain come the weekend.
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!
Carter-headed chicken.
Mr. Tracy Tupman - the too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and pardonable of human weaknesses - love.
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
Jorinda and Jorindel
limerick?" asked
On the Jellicoe road
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
For Lady Elaine, from her brother, Sir William,
It was all I could do to stop my cunt from coming round to see you without me.'
'Who's Mike Hunt?
He was Gully Foyle, the oiler, wiper, bunkerman; too easy for trouble, too slow for fun, too empty for friendship, too lazy for love.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
My petal.
Westminster's toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip.
A.
I have another horse, Kate Connolly, if you want to ride one of the capaill uisce
choose to introduce the granddaughter of the late of Sir Harold Fortescue's groundskeeper to Society.
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
You know, Maureen, I seem to have seen that name somewhere." "Home Perm, perhaps. He looks like a hairdresser." Poirot winced.
If all else fails, birdie the last.
In Memoriam, Louis Anglesey, Earl of Upnor, finest swordsman in England, beaten to death with a stick by an Irishman.
What's your name, pictsie?' 'Awf'ly Wee Billy Bigchin Mac Feegle, mistress.' 'You're very small, aren't you?' 'Only for my height, mistress.
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
What Brother Pepe saw in Edward Bonshaw was a man who looked like he belonged - like a man who had never felt at home, but who'd suddenly found his place in the scheme of things.
The Billy Carter of the British monarchy.
It answers to the name of Henry, but you can call it Library Boy.
Franny Armstrong is a mother of three and a grandmother of four. Her husband supports her imagination and has the patience of a saint. She's been writing since she was a child, creating plays to act out in front of the neighborhood children.
LADY BRACKNELL
I had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now.
ALGERNON
I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.
Asked McTavish one day. "I read it in a book.* You can tell it is a very good name for a goat," Geoffrey replied.
Arden Banks The Timer
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
When I was a kid, if someone had asked who I'd meet if it could be anyone in the world, it would've been Liam Brady.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
Chadwickius frenemus,
I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond.
Harold?' 'Poor man, I suppose
Hurley, hurley, round the table,
Eat as muckle as ye're able.
Eat muckle, pooch nane,
Hurley, hurley, Amen.
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Craig Beattie's quick, he's very fast, and he's got great pace
And you can call me Bertie. Unexpected use of Beatrice makes me think I'm in trouble.
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
Beaumont. Tyler. Grady."
"Wait, whoa, full names? What the hell, Garrett?
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.
Her name is Portia
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Baldric; but he made a remark that seems worthy of record.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
After another minute Reuben brought forth the following sentence:
"I ha' scranleted two hundred furrows come five o'clock down i' the bute."
It was a difficult remark, Flora felt, to which to reply.
I've had reports of this one being in the city, but no close-up pictures till now. He's some kind of pretty. I could just take a bite out of that firm -
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
So you're the Pigeon, huh?"
"No," I snapped. "I have a name."
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
"Pigeon it is, then," he shrugged.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...