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I will cover the walls with words. It will be la chambre des mots.
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
The thick plottens.
Bottoms are alchemists who magically transform pain into sex.
Patronising git.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Your mantrum is the awareness of the dream - to enjoy and appreciate and have gratitude for all; neither to condemn nor to liberate, but to observe.
I don't see what my arse has to do with enchantings!
Where can I get some tat? I'd like to trade it in.
We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans.
Time to turn some phrases and place them on these here pages.
Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.
I edited that [men's adventure] stuff, I read it all. I went from that to The Saturday Evening Post. The very first day at the Post, I edited a piece by John O'Hara and Hannah Arendt. She said, 'Come on, vat are you doink?'
"I said, 'You're okay Arendt, but you're no Walter Kaylin.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
Knock the 't' off the 'can't'
Besties before testes.
The mind of a man!
I'm a man of few words, most of them end in off!
Rest, v. and n.
Rest with me for the rest of this.
That's it. Come closer.
We're here.
The apparel oft proclaims the man
Manly deeds, womanly hands.
Break the chaings.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
rashers of bacon.
Have you seen the stars, Enaiat?" "What have the stars got to do with anything?" "Count them, Enaiat." "That's impossible. There are too many of them." "Then start now, said Mother. Otherwise you'll never finish." (p.10/11)
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.
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
In sports and journeys men are knowne.
[In sports and journeys men are known.]
Now, why don't you shove in a manpon and tug up your manties
Underpants! Underpants!
There are some poisons which, before they kill men, allay pain and diffuse a soothing sensation through the frame. We may recognize the hour of enjoyment they procure, but we must not separate it from the price at which it was purchased.
For men obsessed with women's underwear, a course in washing, ironing and mending is recommended.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
Admire the moments
Discuss the late events,
Correct our watches by the public clocks.
Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
Old Titme the clock-settter, that bald sexton,Time.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
In hoc signo vinces
There was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their
khaki utility vests - open portmanteaus
Damn deez doilies!
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
We men had a meeting a long time ago, and we all decided, 'It's trousers'. And that's what we've worn ever since.
Damn, the good words are all asterisked!"
"The men only understand the asterisks. My worry is if they understand the rest!
To all the readers,
whom despite
the attraction of tv,
of internet,
of family troubles,
of video games,
of sport,
of night clubs,
have found some hours
so we can all dream together.
One man'strong>sstrong> warfare istrong>sstrong> another man'strong>sstrong> welfare.
You know Deets is like me - he's not one to quit on a garment just because it's got a little age - spoken by Augustus McCrae
Prongs rode again last night.
Tritons Trident!
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]
O, the difference of man and man!
To thee a woman's services are due.
Comforters for our todays / Guardians of memories / Keeping our youth and yesterdays alive / Comrades with one history.
mmmmen stink! bossss stink! hungry
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
Golden fetters are no less galling to a self-respecting man that iron ones; the sting lies in the fetters, not in the metal.
Clothes? sufficient Keys? found 'em Coffee cup? full Sanity? sanity? - T-SHIRT
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Good-bye to the lies of the poets.
[Lat., Valeant mendacia vatum.]
LAST, n. A shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
You're not a man, you're a mushroom!
Don't immanentize the eschaton!
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?
Men in plural [ ... ] can experience meaningfulness only because they can talk with and make sense to each other and themselves.
fiddlesticks" and
When we see a man with bad shoes, we say it is no wonder, if he is a shoemaker.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.
Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.
for everything that was wrong with men.
What am I going to tweet about? My sneakers?
Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.
for the days were so full of unthinking effort
We're Mexi-cans not Mexi-can'ts.
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
[Lat., O miseras hominum menteis! oh, pectora caeca!]
We ask to be recognized as men.
Trading sandy tubes of lip gloss and glow-in-the-dark barrettes.
[T]here is nothing brighter, crisper, more antiseptic, and cooler than a really first-rate corner drugstore on a hot summer night. If Anne Stanton is inside the door and the air conditioning is working.
Cold as a bitch's tit." "It's 'witch's.'" "Why? Doesn't matter," Eve said quickly. "Neither way makes sense. If somebody's a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I'm a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm.
We could not salvage our clothes; we threw them away and changed into fresh uniforms. We even abandoned our boots. Maggots had worked their way into nooks and crannies of our shoes and occasionally fell onto the floor.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
We are anthill men upon an anthill world.
Oh. My. Candlesticks.
Wats yr typ?
people who can spell
Hey guys, stop locking antlers. The smell of testosterone is overriding the farts.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh.
[Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
what were you thinking?
A man'strong>sstrong> greatestrong>sstrong>t joy istrong>sstrong> crustrong>sstrong>hing histrong>sstrong> enemiestrong>sstrong>.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Now that we're men, I changed my underwear.
What you call man is time.
out of my way cakesniffers
Millions of people are provided with their thoughts as with their clothes; authors, printers, booksellers, and newsmen stand, in relation to their minds, simply as shoemakers and tailors stand to their bodies.
put Mentos in his Spanish teacher's Diet Coke.
I'll send a boy round to [the crazy farmer] Martin's and ask him to come by with a couple bottles."
"Get five or six," Bast said. "It's getting cold at night. Winter's coming."
The innkeeper smiled. "I'm sure Martin will be flattered.
The doings of men, their prayers, fear, wrath, pleasure, delights, and recreations, are the subject of this book.
[Lat., Quicquid agunt homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, gaudia, discursus, nostri est farrago libelli.]
were in need of bodywork. It had always amused
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.