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Alice's chest. But in a moment
Bellport. A podium.
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Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?"
Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare.
"Pull yourself together," he mutters.
As if sensing his attention, Paola turned her head towards him and allowed her eyes to close and then open slowly, as though she'd been told that the Crucifixion had only just begun and there still remained a number of nails. The
Pax? That's his name? It means 'peace,' you know." Peter knew that - lots of people had told him. "But
panes in an attempt to get a better look at
Edward Progers was his Majesty's Page of the Backstairs. He handled private money transactions, secret correspondence, and served in an ex-officio capacity as the King's pimp. It was a position of no mean prestige, and of considerable activity.
Phonograph - An irritating toy that restores life to dead noises.
For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.
Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.
Moaning Myrtle burst into anguished sobs and fled from the dungeon. Peeves shot after her, pelting her with moldy peanuts, yelling, Pimply! Pimply!
To pile Pelion upon Olympus.
[Lat., Pelion imposuisse Olympo.]
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's Piglet.
Poor Petey. I'd like to say I could almost feel a tender spot for poor Petey, but the truth is I'd rather feel at the tender spot on his head and give it a poke.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
The quivering
of Psyche's butterflies.
Your petal from the salty rose
Pussies [10w]
Pussies are like parachutes ~
they work best when wide open.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
I am Psmith," said the old Etonian reverently. "There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis.
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed,
There was a bird whistle as Polly neared the hiding place. She identified this one as the sound of the Very Bad Bird Impersonator ...
plews." Glass paid the captain his full attention. Every citizen of St. Louis knew some version of Drouillard's story, but Glass had never heard a first-person account. "He did that twice, went out and came back with a pack of plews. Last thing he said before he left the third time was,
Wide gape the gates of yellowed bone. A tongue of plank is our path between the teeth as we walk toward the gullet. Here I will be devoured. This is a true thing, near unavoidable on any path. I must enter those jaws.
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss; ...
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
The Paphian Queen to Cnidos made repair Across the tide to see her image there: Then looking up and round the prospect wide, When did Praxiteles see me thus? she cried.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
There was a cable-TV program that documented how Peeps are made, and it showed unlimited hordes of Peeps bouncing merrily down a conveyor belt, right toward the camera. I came.
A treble clef, for example, resembles a Muscovite or Leningrader in a bulky hooded parka. A bass clef bends as simply and painfully as a silhouetted widow in Leningrad drawing water from the whiteness of a frozen canal.
I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light. As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he's bristling with aggression.
A plane of cheekbone,
The musical equivalent of St Pancras Station.
(on Elgar)
She heard pa shouting,Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!
PANDEMONIUM, n. Literally, the Place of All the Demons. Most of them have escaped into politics and finance, and the place is now used as a lecture hall by the Audible Reformer.
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.
He called it a ptero-dactyle, meaning 'wing-fingered.
You never sounded farther away from me and I will take that balloon and stab the fuck out of and at the same time I will take that balloon and tie it around Peach's neck because WHO THE FUCK CAN CUNT OUT OVER A BALLOON?
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
Port Authority Bus Terminal
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
anglepoise lamp.
A superb tenor voice, like a silver trumpet muffled in silk.
Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.
What hostile parasite is tunneling through her sphincter? (Zarina)
I happened to think of something. I knowed mighty well that a drownded man don't float on his back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warn't pap, but a woman dressed up in a man's clothes. So
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?"
"I can't believe you called my belly 'squidgy.' It's not squidgy, it's pillowy. And sexy!
The groin. The Earthborn's groin is sensitive." SMASH! "Good. Yes. Tyson found its groin." "Percy needs help?" Tyson called. "I'm good!" "Die!" Polybotes yelled, closing fast. Percy kept running.
What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.
"Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketsess?
Barney Bigard's clarinet,
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It's that ambient dance pish that Parlabane always hears at trendy gatherings but which no bastard would ever choose to listen to for their own entertainment. The
Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus - "
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout.
The gondola of London [a hansom].
The flute is the true magical rod that changes all it touches in the inward world; an enchanter's wand at which the secret depths of the soul open. The inward world is the true world," said Vult; "the moonlight that shines into our hearts.
BOTOLPHS (pl.n) Huge benign tumours which archdeacons and old chemistry teachers affect to wear on the sides of their noses.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
What's that plate that's above a saucer but below a plate?
It looks like a miniature hippopotamus with badly-fitting panty hose all over.
THE GRACKLE
The
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
Beppu (n.)
The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page.
What is the sound of Perl? Is it not the sound of a wall that people have stopped banging their heads against?
If you want to bless me you can bless my bottom, for it is sticking out of the hole.
Knock on the doors with your head, Peregrin Took,' said Gandalf. 'But if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will seek for the opening words.
Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.
Polly had been washing up when she'd heard the men talking late one night, and it's a poor woman who can't eavesdrop while making a noise at the same time.
Nabadwip, a centre of piety and learning consecrated to the memory of Chaitanya Mahaprabhu - saint, mystic, and devotee of Sri Krishna.
bloody nose. Fred,
Where do the noses go? I always wondered where the noses would go.
[Humbaba's] sound is like a flood's sound
Slowly forming in the distance,
Then enveloping all other sounds
POCKET, n. The cradle of motive and the grave of conscience. In woman this organ is lacking; so she acts without motive, and her conscience, denied burial, remains ever alive, confessing the sins of others.
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
Lip. I have a sudden vivid picture of the earth as flat, a tray, covered in marbles, and someone is tilting it, and the marbles are rolling, cascading, from east to west.
The instrument that you play on, Pollyanna, will be the great heart of the world; and to me that seems the most wonderful instrument of all - to learn. Under your touch, if you are skilful, it will respond with smiles or tears, as you will.
Hobbiton, a low but somehow cozy tunnel with rounded earthen sides
A sound waiting to be a word.
under Elsa's nose.
Pigpen's on the move.
Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head
Spare us the pout, there's enough lip in the world without you adding to it.
I need to use the little praetors' room.
primicerius? He was young, it was
A rather jolly little pony, quite possibly wearing a straw hat with holes cut out for its ears.
benediction. Below the window, on one of the bastioned
Another term for balloon is bad breath holder.
[The POUM] posters, designed for a wider public (posters are important in Spain, with its large illiterate population).
Its where my demons hide.
Once lively peonies now
wind-weary, and ragged
at the edges, hang their heavy
crowns; rain on their backs,
one final act, before
detaching from the stem
and falling down.
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
There were fissures and chasms in the walls and floor, and every now and then a crack would open right before their feet. The widest was more than seven feet across, and it was long before Pippin could summon enough courage to leap over the dreadful gap.