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A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
That was a pygmy marmoset by the way. Just in case you were wondering."
I wheezed. "Thank you oh Walking Monkey Dictionary.
A Maven is someone who wants to solve other people's problems, generally by solving his own," Alpert said, which is true, although what I suspect is that the opposite is also true, that a Maven is someone who solves his own problems - his own emotional needs - by solving other people's problems.
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
Raft of the Medusa.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
You call this a chariot?
Mos Def is a name that I built and cultivated over the years it's a name that the streets taught me a figure of speech that was given to me by the culture and by my environment and I feel I've done quite a bit with that name and it's time to expand and move on.
His eldest sister (who modestly prefers to be identified here as a Tuckahoe homemaker) has asked me to describe him as looking like 'the blue-eyed Jewish-Irish Mohican scout who died in your arms at the roulette table at Monte Carlo.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
It occurred to Mo that he didn't have any pictures of himself as a boy. Every photo he owned, every memento of his life, was from after. It was as if he had been born the day he left. He had gone out from here and invented himself.
Saint Mochua was the son of a certain Cronan, of noble race, and spent his youth in fighting. At the age of thirty, he laid aside his arms and burnt a house, with all its contents, which had been given to him by his uncle, saying that a servant of Christ should take nothing from sinners.
Mobilis in Mobile
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
I'm a mog: half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend!
Pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!
MOOSEN!!!!!!! There many MOOSEN in the WOODSEN! MANY MUCH MOOSEN! The Meisin wanted and the MOOSEN and ...
Maupassant is a man of mitigating circumstances, the lawyer who can bring the jurors around by demonstrating that they too could have committed such a crime. We are all murderers.
Roan, near the standard-bearer. And that's his brother beside
Gilly Gilleshpee
Man with the Muckrake
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
They can take a flying fuck at the moooooooooooooooon. ***
Nameless McBitchypants
I stand for the Midwest. That's why the album's titled 'M.O.,' 'cause I'm still holding it down like that. My friends and family all call me Mo, so it's kind of like really representing where I'm from and me at the same time.
Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.
Magistrate's son and is quite concerned with appearances. She is a weekender. Mutch - Mutch is the youngest member of
Belgian stranger - all
airing the marmots
I am merely a conduit, a kind of big hairy tool. I am just a plastic funnel connected to a Moog ...
amanuensis. A rapt
Maserati. Coco's beloved
Hairy Mammal whaddya want
somethingological
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
Guano-mo, huh? The neo-Nazi concentration camp
Our cheeky sidekick. We're like a motorcycle and sidecar.
strange big boat. When Columbus and his sailors came ashore, carrying swords, speaking oddly, the Arawaks ran to greet them, brought
Non ... Gratum ... Anum ... Ro - ' I can't make that out." "Rodentum," Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. "Dog Latin," Bosch told him. "Not worth a rat's ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.
Aramaic has no vowels. So MLK spells Moloch." "Or milk," Deborah said. "Really, Debs, if you think our killer would tattoo milk on his neck, you need a nap.
India Lima Yankee
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
I've come home to you."
"H-home ... to me?"
"I knew it," Aunt Thea said. "It's him."
The strange man nodded. "It's me."
It's who?" Maddie blurted out.
... "Don't you know me, mo chridhe?
upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab
'Mvula' is my married name, but for some reason my nan calls me 'McVula.' I'm not sure if it's one of those jokey Caribbean things, or whether she's just getting it wrong.
My father, a Russian translator, wanted to distinguish me by calling me Misha, the Russian diminutive of his name, Michael. My name and work as a writer specialising in the Balkans has created a myth that I have Slavic connections, but actually I am British.
Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
iguana 25. navigable 26. forage
People who don't know me sometimes call me 'Mademoiselle.'
Jesus H. Christ on a chariot-driven crutch.
My dad gave me a present once,' Nico said. 'It was a zombie.'
Reyna stared at him. 'What?'
'His name is Jules-Albert. He's French.'
'A ... French zombie?
Motley's the only wear.
What are you?" I said irritably.
"In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I'm stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don't apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
If it has four legs and is not a chair, has wings and is not an aeroplane, or swims and is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it.
Model. Two mobile eyes in a mobile head, itself on a mobile body.
Carter-headed chicken.
P33- the son of an english lord and an english lady nursed at the breast of kala, the great ape.
Cherokee's American, Ned. It don't get more American than that.
Australopithecus.
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
Who's a** is this?" Mo asked ...
"Mine!" Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. "I mean yours."
"God, I love you," Mo said ...
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
'Moxie' is a name that was created by an American for the first national soft drink and then went on to mean chutzpah, and that's nice.
Mungo was a gnome. Disguised as a dwarf. The blatantly false beard was a giveaway. It appeared that Mungo had crafted it himself out of hair collected from a wide assortment of cars and then glued it to his face.
Hess laughed. "You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath."
Oh, I am mousy," she said."All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try.
Even a mouse bites.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Mo Yan is a writer who, defiantly in the face of those who wish his work were less cartoonish and more straightforward in its political meanings, continues to sing his own peculiar and alluring song.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
jose jaliopinio on a stick" do you like bmw's (big mexican weman)
PICKANINNY, n. The young of the "Procyanthropos", or "Americanus dominans". It is small, black and charged with political fatalities.
Three Antari get on a boat...
Dihil is the Apache word for Dark. Cameron and
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
Whose SUV is this?" I asked once we were out of Carnal.
"Mine." He answered.
I looked at him. "You drive a Harley."
"Not big on puttin' bad guys on the back of my bike when I hunt them down, Ace. Fucks with my street cred.
A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car, but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.
You are a wicked motorcar, and I shall not give you any more petrol until you go.
our floating barge.
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
Jesus Christ in a cockwagon.
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.
Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.
You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
An olive, with a pit ...
The mole is an animal that digs passages searching for the sun. Sometimes he reaches the surface. When he looks at the sun he goes blind.
She was satisfied with the answer God had given Moses from the burning bush when Moses had seen fit to question. Who are you? Mose asks, and God comes back from that bush just as pert as you like: I Am, Who I AM. In other words, Mose, stop beatin around this here bush and get your old ass in gear.
A clue! From M!"
"Who's M?"
"Maybe M is for Mackintosh! Maybe Grabes ans Mackintosh are in cahoots!"
"Or maybe M is for Mom. Also, who says 'cahoots'?
My nickname used to be Moses - still is Moses - for a long time, and people just call me Mo for short.
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
Moslem conquest.
My God! Who is this creature? It considers itself human.
The coffin was handmade from the wood of a single Eucalyptus tree. There were no handles, it rested on the shoulders of six elegant tribesmen. These were Maasai from Kenya, the warrior tribe, known for their courage and endurance. The walkers followed at a respectful distance, the pace was grueling.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
things riding mules
Orange, Longbottom.
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.
British. My mother
But Moominmamma was quite unperturbed.
"Well, well!" she said, "it seems to me that our guests are having a very good time."
"I hope so," replied Moominpappa. "Pass me a banana, please dear.
I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.