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A stitch in time saves uncontrollable blood loss
Gilderoy Lockhart
Little, Brown and Company
Watching the Commons tribute to Margaret Thatcher was like being suffocated inside a gigantic sticky toffee pudding, but one with nasty bogeys planted inside. There was much of the 'Margaret Thatcher who was lucky enough to know me,' especially from her own side of the House.
May 12-13: Sowed Hemp at Muddy hole by Swamp. August 7: Began to separate the Male from the Female at Do - rather too late.
Surprisin' a li'l ol' five foot tumble would kill a healthy feller like Charley," opined Barstow.
"Well, Jim Ed, we have to remember that that hemp neckerchief he was a-wearin' at the time, had ten, twelve inches, maybe less, slack than that to it.
Lizzing is a combination of laughing and whizzing.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot."
Evie's parents stared in stunned silence.
"Or so I've heard.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
shopping trolleys
In a long journey straw waighs.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.
What would Jeeves do that for?"
"It struck me as rummy, too." ...
"I mean to say, it's nothing to Jeeves what sort of a face you have!"
"No!" said Cyril. He spoke a little coldly, I fancied. I don't know why. "Well, I'll be popping. Toodle-oo!
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.
Intoxicating" - Shannon
Mother's tits, Rhys,
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;
Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. "What shall we toast to?"
"Yarrow's right hook?" Peer said.
"Bray's unladylike nerve?" Arlow suggested.
"To new friends," Yarrow said.
"New friends," they agreed. Their glasses clinked merrily.
I tugged at the hem of my brand-new Hecate Hall issue blue plaid skirt (Kilt? Some sort of bizarre skirt/kilt hybrid? A skilt?)
What's Mr. Dimming's first name?" "Wallace!" We all cracked up at that.
Fhat thouding do're.
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.
I make no apology for saying that in the East End of London a new party of labour, with a small L, is being born
Comstock, but I left a wrong impression with you. I don't want
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
On the Jellicoe road
Ingersoll is with Homer and Tully and Shakespeare and Burns.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
Tommy, why did they put Maldon Surrey on the telegram?"
"Because Maldon is in Surrey, idiot.
I remember a big meeting with the hosiery trade in Harold's ministerial room.
Unfortunately, Poots is the name that I've been graced with for my life, but it's not short for anything - apart from Imogen Poots.
The hens are clucking. Harper thought it would be a toss-up, which term for women she hated more: bitch or hen. A hen was something you kept in a cage, and her sole worth was in her eggs. A bitch, at least, had teeth. If
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.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
If a man had to wear heeks they'd be outlawed across the land. Festive in death: chapter 15
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?
English dragoons
No, what's a man like down there?"
"Oh." Sidheag wrinkled her nose. "Unimpressive. They have - "she gestured towards her own nether regions with one hand - "a sort of dangly sausage - lacks tailoring."
"Really?"
"Yes, like it wasn't fitted into its casing properly. And hairy.
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps ...
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"
Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.
Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
will-o'-the-wisp
The flannelled fools at the wicket or the mudied oafs at the goals ...
Fictions, whoppers and paradiddles.
Seth put his ear against the door. "I can't hear anything."
"There are probably ten of them patiently waiting on the far side, ready to pounce."
Brownies are shrimps. All I'd need are some heavy boots, a pair of shin guards, and a weed whacker."
The image made Kendra giggle.
My own conviction is, confirmed by a very close study of parochial registers, that some of the very best blood in England is to be found among the tradesmen of our county towns.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
I think this cut might need stiches," Scarlett said, yet as her cloth wiped away the blood it revealed a smooth line of unmarked, unbroken flesh. "Wait, I don't see a wound."
"There's not one. But that feels really good." Julian moaned and arched his back.
"You scoundrel!
Snap to, Will Henry!
Albert tin. Why're
Jockey Wilson, he comes from the valleys and he's chuffing like a choo-choo train!
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Poor goddamned rummies,' Marie said. 'I pity a rummy.'
'He's a lucky rummy.'
'There ain't any lucky rummies,' Marie said. 'You know that, Harry.'
'No,' I said. 'I guess there aren't.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Solution: Winchester.
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.
To this day I'm not entirely sure what hematocrit and hemoglobin are, but mine started to come back up and that pleased everybody.
a furtive groove
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
A parcel of country boobies
Hemp happens to be one of the most useful, strongest, toughest, longest-lasting materials on your planet.
Ian Baird is dashing around like a steam roller up front.
Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)
Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn't it? Something of that kind.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
graced lawn parties at Fernbank." Hoppy stood and applauded.
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
You're searching for unicorns among mules.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
waistcoat-pocket,
Look, I have a huge penis --Jake Wethers
We could be putting the hammer in Luton's coffin
The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Love in modern times has been the tailor's best friend. Every suitor of the nineteenth century spends more than his spare cash on personal adornment. A faultless fit, a glistening hat, tight gloves, and tighter boots proclaim the imminent peril of his position.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
LAUREN: We will also fill in the giant hole out back of the Ralphs.
CECIL: But where will the people who huddle there go to huddle?
There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.
He's too fresh," said Mrs. Wiggins. "I can't abide a fresh duck." "You said the other day you couldn't abide a bashful duck," Jinx said. "Make up your mind, cow." "I can't stand either of 'em," Mrs. Wiggins said. "This Edward seems to be two ducks, and I don't like either of them.
I don't remember anybody's name. How do you think the 'dahling' thing got started?
Bloody bullocks, beggin' your pardon, gentlemen, but they'd take the wooden leg off a cripple to kindle a fire!
We split a bottle of Norman cider. Not everybody sells Norman cider by the bottle.
"Has a European feel" Susan said.
"That sounds terrific" I said. "Can I have one?"
Susan grinned at me. "How did you ever get to be so big without growing up?" she said.
"Iron self-control" I said.
jessamine. Flowering
Henrietta might have said.
You saved us in the nick of time."
"Have I saved you?" asked the Hemulen in surprise. "I didn't mean to. I was looking for the caterpillars that were making such a noise down there." (Hemulens are generally a bit slow in grasping an idea, but they are very pleasant if you don't annoy them.)