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Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
all the sacristies in town: they trimmed all the cloister hedges; they polished every possible crucifix; they
Meralda opened her eyes. "I'm for a bath," she said. "Now, and Yvin be hanged."
Shingvere crowed. "At last, our battle cry," he said. "A bath, and the king be hanged!" he shouted, brandishing his fork. "Clean clothes, then victory!
Marriage (noun): betting someone half your stuff that you'll love them forever.
Got my country's five hundredth anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it,
Hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like
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.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade,
The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
No apprenticeship has ever been thought necessary to qualify for husbandry, the great trade of the country. After what are called the fine arts, and the liberal professions, however, there is perhaps no trade which requires so great a variety of knowledge and experience.
Like an old door, ever man past a certain age comes with historical warps and creaks of one kind or another, and a woman who wishes to put him to serious further use must expect to do a certain amount of sanding and planing.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Your Royal Husbandness.
Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.
obsequious courting of the mob
Mothers wash the bloodstained apparel of grooms On stream banks, Bridal wear burns to ash, Bridesmaids cry And the Jhelum flows.
Decoration is asked to be 'merely' pleasing, 'merely' embellishing, and the 'functional' logic of Modernism leaves no room, apparently, for such 'mereness.' This is part of the pity of Modernism, one of the sacrifices it enjoins ...
I do not understand dalliance, Lord Ponsonby." "But you are d-drawn to it, Mrs. Keeping.
Varnish and gilding hide many stains.
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.
You are not Melusina, rising from a fountain to easy happiness. You will not be a beautiful woman at court with nothing to do but make magic. The road you have chosen will mean that you have to spend your life scheming and fighting. Our task, as your family, is to make sure you win.
While you were off getting hair and makeup done for the wedding, I was planning bondage and debauchery in the woods.
Adornment, what a science! Beauty, what a weapon! Modesty, what elegance!
A fit encomium for marital bliss," Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.
Decorating is a footnote to real life for me, a means to an end: Living well.
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
Wedding is destiny, and hanging likewise.
Wolves are hosting wedding feasts and witches are brushing their hair today." Presence
Weaving olden dances; mingling hands and mingling glances.
A man's perishing here, a man's vanishing from his own sight here, and can't control himself
what sort of wedding can there be!
God's jewels are often sent us in rough packages and by dark liveried servants, but within we find the very treasures of the King's palace and the Bridegroom's Love.
A great dowry is a bed full of brables.
[A great dowry is a bed full of brambles.]
Preparation V. The Wine-shop VI. The Shoemaker Book the Second - the Golden Thread I. Five
A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
Gareth. I see you've returned to town for my wedding. Thank you for your fine felicitations. Your manners, as always, are impeccable."
"Hang your wedding," Gareth said. "Hang Ware and his daughter and your mother. And hang you, for not answering my question.
Som thingis that prouoke young men to wed in haste,Show after weddyng, that hast maketh waste.
...Not an elegant tapestry but a serviceable quilt.
Defaced ruins of architecture and statuary, like the wrinkles of decrepitude of a once beautiful woman, only make one regret that one did not see them when they were enchanting.
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
striving for fabulousness.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
For a second marriage a lady has to content herself with a quiet ceremony in a chapel or at home, if she doesn't want to be married by a magistrate. Having, it is to be hoped, lost her right to white satin she wears a simple afternoon frock and hat.
Not blemishes. Adornments.
Who has ever heard of a maid and a concierge making use of their afternoon break to ponder the cultural significance of interior decoration? You would be surprised by what ordinary little people come out with.
All ceremonies are in themselves very silly things; but yet, a man of the world should know them. They are the outworks of Mannersand Decency, which would be too often broken in upon, if it were not for that defence, which keeps the enemy at a proper distance.
Hands, matches, an ashtray. A ritual beautiful and bitter.
The stallion and his mare,
unbridled, with arrow-pattern,
are worked on.
the blue cloth
before the door
of religion and inspiration ...
To become romantic artists, we must pierce the armor that hides our hearts, and the piercing is not comfortable.
Many estates are spent in the getting, since women for tea forsake spinning and knitting, and men for punch forsake hewing and splitting.
Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.
Keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except the scarecrows),
The darts of love are blunted by maiden modesty.
Me, sir! What has it to do with me? You can hardly imagine that I and Lord Bracknell would dream of allowing our only daughter - a girl brought up with the utmost care - to marry into a cloak-room, and form an alliance with a parcel? Good morning, Mr. Worthing!
Outrageous flowers swagging off balconies like bright skirts of ballgowns ...
The body should be bedecked naturally and without affectation, with simplicity, with neglect rather than nicety, not with costly and dazzling apparel, but with ordinary clothes, so that nothing be lacking to honesty and necessity, yet nothing be added to increase its beauty.
A prettiness mummified by years of chalk dust.
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
These homes of love we build, house many rooms, sanded and painted in the shades and colours of our life, furnished with those moments that, however inconsequential they may seem to others, have in fact, defined us.
Here is an unbroken space in which a woman and a man may with the full sanction of society, practically make love to each other with their eyes, their fleeting touch, and the display of their bodies. Emblem of marriage, indeed.
Carving?"
"Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait."
Jane whistled under her breath. "Do I get to do it?"
He barked a laugh. "No!"
"Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
Matrimony is a serious thing.
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?
If Courtezans and Strumpets were to be prosecuted with as much Rigour as some silly People would have it, what Locks or Bars would be sufficient to preserve the Honour of our Wives and Daughters?
Irish lace, hanging in the windows, filters the afternoon light, softening the lines on her face.
The more I anoint the more my mind adheres physically to the mysterious fabric of love.
I am decutie. Worn thin. You know that word?
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
One of the previous Kings of the Enchanted Forest had been very fond of sweeping up and down staircases in a long velvet robe and his best crown, so he had added stairs wherever he thought there was room
Every morning there were silver snail trails crisscrossing the hall. There were cobwebs like soft clouds and pepperings of mold at the windowsills. The moor was coming inside.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths.
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
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor.
Put on the livery of the best master only to serve the worst.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
Buggeration and Fuckery
[Exchange] the galling burden of bachelorship for the easy yoke of matrimony.
What is this? Early caroling?
Ritual which could entail a wedding or brushing one's teeth goes in the direction of life. Through it we reconcile our barbed solitude with rushing, irreducible conditions of life.
I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
Sometimes, homely things are done for the best reasons in the world and thus achieve a beauty of their own.
When you work behind the ropes, you know the heartbreaking stories behind their smiles; you see the pins and nauseating amount of hair products that glaze their heads; and you see the wedges (even flats) under their eternally beaded gowns.
A wilderness of gilt, gleaming in the slant from the dust-furred windows: gilded cupids, gilded commodes and torchieres, and
undercutting the old-wood smell
the reek of turpentine, oil paint, and varnish.
So, here are my windows, stained all with me.
There was an innocent piece of dinner-furniture that went upon easy castors and was kept over a livery stable-yard in Duke Street, Saint James's, when not in use, to whom the Veneerings were a source of blind confusion. The name of this article was Twemlow.
A certain degree of ceremony is a necessary outwork of manners, as well as of religion; it keeps the forward and petulant at a proper distance, and is a very small restraint to the sensible and to the well-bred part of the world.
Polishing: a useful lesson for the hopeful writer. You say your tormented prose doesn't read as well as mine? Neither does mine, at first!
You mustn't upstage the bride.
I watched as my slippers reflected the torches when I was handed out of the carriage. When I looked up, I gasped. I had heard of the lovely palace of the king, but nothing had prepared me for the glittering jewel that was in front of me.
Living room by a curtain of colored beads. The room's furnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
Punning is an art of harmonious jingling upon words, which, passing in at the ears, excites a titillary motion in those parts; and this, being conveyed by the animal spirits into the muscles of the face, raises the cockles of the heart.
Marlo taught me things I thought I knew.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Bride and groom are not just two contracting parties but two loving and beloved companions, joined in establishing a home that will be nothing less than a source of immortality.
The homely and erotic patters of marriage are not easily discarded.
Decorating is like math, a game of adding and subtracting.
Marriage is a step so grave and decisive that it attracts light-headed, variable men by its very awfulness.
Tis said if under a waxing moon a maid weaves a chain of bluebells within the stone circle, the next lad she sees will be her true love." She held up her handiwork. "Tis no' quite finished, so I believe ye are safe from me...
Some Englishman once said marriage is a long dull meak with pudding served first
Some people's elegance was only skin-deep, scrape off a little bit of the veneer and you got the real wood - common