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Yossarian!!!(?)!
I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.
Gehenna is lovely these days.
Mrs MacFarley called the valley the Glen. She called the light at early evening the gloaming. She liked to go Roaming in the Gloaming in the Glen.
Hapmshire" typo,
CpG islands, they're very high, density of guanine and
The Gran Canyon is grand. But we, as beings with self-awareness, are granderthan the Grand Canyon.
with thick stone walls and high, slitted
Fenwick, sitting down to
Agapa Know what that is?Agapa-- Frank Corso
Solution: Winchester.
Clay Blaisdell Western
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
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StocktontoMalone
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
On the Jellicoe road
Bagby Hot Springs.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Now, having left cities behind me, turned
Away forever from the strange, gregarious
Huddling of men by stones, I find those various
Great towns I knew fused into one, burned
Together in the fire of my despising ...
Names are very important for humans, aren't they? How do I translate for you the name of this town as it seems to me, the true name that tells of its history and people and lands and weather and ... everything?
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ...
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Moorcroft with a small pasture
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.
Page, Arizona, Shithead Capital of Coconino County: any town with thirteen churches and only four bars has got an incipient social problem. That town is looking for trouble.
Somewhere nere Ogallala, about six hours into that majestic, maddening prairie, I realize that half an hour has passed since I've seen a vehicle in either direction.
Oh, I think, as I finally see a pair of headlights draw nigh in the eastbound lane, so this must be where the West begins.
Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.
Grassyasses." "Grassyasses?" everyone said in unison. "That means many thanks in Spanish," Mr. Farrington said with a swollen chest.
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
In Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture
Buffet." "Do you know what casino she
Rememberatorium),
Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui
In the green fields of Lebennin!
Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea
The white lilies sway,
And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin
In the green fields of Lebennin,
In the wind from the Sea!
Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres. Gaul as a whole is divided into three parts.
across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the
magnificent canyon of fashion.
Suggested they try the Glatt, an enormous American-style mall in Wallisellen, one town over from Dietlikon.
Palace of Crystal
Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland?
Lauricia or Aurelia?
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Come with me to the Winged Isle- Northern father's Western child Where the Dance of Ages is playing still through far marches of Acres Wild.
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
Infamy, thy name is Gin Blanco.
If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him
valar morghulis.
Jaqen H'ghar, A Clash of Kings
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
There is a mountain range behind the town, called the Sierra de Sangre de Cristo. It means the 'Blood of Christ Mountains' in Spanish.
NEIL GAIMAN near Kinsale, County Cork 15 January 2001
town, it says. Depart immediately
Fox Creek Road. Such a simple, unassuming name for this place where destiny's going to go down. Now I know the where. And the who, and the what. All I have to figure out is the when. And the why.
A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems ... "
"Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
happy hunting-grounds
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Cadiz is a city of magic, like Cracow or Dublin, to set the mind on fire at a turn of a corner ... The eye is continually fed, the imagination stirred, by a train of spectacles as charming as if they had been contrived.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
The Old West, mysterious, serious, with great beauty at every vista and terrible things happening whenever any people appeared.)
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
cannon used. The night of the grand festivity
Our town was christened Buyan, after the legend of a Slavic island that appeared, and disappeared, at will. That would later seem an eerie, and disconcerting, premonition.
In these times of Darkness, I keep dreaming of a better tomorrow, and praying my soul won't be corrupted.
These are Gudrun's words and thoughts. She is living in a troubled world, where only the strong can be free.
She is a Fantasy character you find on The Art of Isis Sousa & Guests!
Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
The sands have run through, you have but moments, make peace with your gods.
'Aelfric of the Green Isle
Wotan of Walhalla,
Most Yancy field
Abandoned mill that
St. Soren, Bastard Patron Saint of Manipulation
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?
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
iguana 25. navigable 26. forage
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
A Mexican border town just across the line from Brownsville, Texas, one of the most dangerous places on earth.
Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
Skyscraper National Park
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
No, I've never been to Galicia, Galicia is the land of others
Not much was said of Gaberone except its riches and its danger. The prisons were said to be in-escapable, the shanty towns cheap, the police didn't bother the illegal immigrants unless they were caught committing crimes. A dangerous paradise.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Well, we're originally from Glace Bay."
Grandma Elsie's eyes glittered. She was looking at one of her own, a lost Cape Bretoner in need of help and offering a new story. "Tell me all about it, dear.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Where are you getting your material - Portnoy's Complaint?" "What does an Irish lass named Monaghan know from Portnoy and afikomens? I imagine you reading James Joyce and drinking
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
Vandiya Devan: "You dare to ask 'me' who I am? I am Vallavareyan, Vandiya Devan of the Vanar Clan in Thiruvallam . Once upon a time, soldiers like you, proudly carved the names of my ancestors on their chests.