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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."
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
I'll be glad to get out on the water again, and gladder still to see Divvytown. I knew it was my home port that first time I saw it.'
'The pirate town? Sa save us all. Does someone wait for you, dearie?' Ophelia asked.
Jek laughed aloud. 'They all wait for me. They just don't know it yet.
New Brunswick. Shediac. Lobster Capital of the World.
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
Would you say my head was like a pumpkin, Wooster?' 'Not a bit, old man.' 'Not like a pumpkin?' 'No, not like a pumpkin. A touch of the dome of St Paul's, perhaps.
Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!
What pretty bright trout there are in this bold rock creek! It would full be called a river in England, and so it is!
The only thing that ever leaves this place is that muddy water in the Rappahannock.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
I'm a hard-mouthed northeastern lad. That's me - the Eminem of Northeast England.
Pebble Beach. Jeff and
A town loved with bitter love.
Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.
The pearl on my beloved's neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
London, dirty little pool of life
Did you ever hear of a place called Sphoe?
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Unexpected Penis is my grunge band name,
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
Nobody knew me at Buckton. Clem had chosen the town because of that; and besides, even if I had wimp out, there was not enough gas to help me going further north. - I spit on your graves ,
When you stand on the banks
of Penn Swamp Pond in August,
those injuries can save your life
and keep you picking till the bush is bare.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
Say 'Kenmore Square'," I insist. "Kenmaw Sqway-ah." "Say 'Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.'" "Nothing could be finah than to be in Caroliner.'" "You're doing that on purpose." "I'm not. I sway-ah.
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
I didn't expect that for every shell on the coast there's a tree in the midlands.
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Cadence, n.
I have never lived anywhere but New York or New England, but there are times when I'm talking to you and I hit a Southern vowel, or a word gets caught in a Suthern truncation, and I know it's because I'm swimming in your cadences, that you penetrate my very language.
Pabst Blue Ribbon. I'm from Johnson City, Tennessee. I gotta go Pabst.
You are very fortunate to be assigned to duty at Fortress Monroe on Chesapeake Bay; it is just the season for soft shelled crabs, and hog fish have just come in, and they are the most delicious panfish you ever ate.
Cheeseburger in paradise!
All that St. Kilda's gloss, that walk through old oak doors like you belong, effortless: I wanted that. I wanted to lick it off my banged-up fists along with my enemy's blood. This
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
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.
This is an old house. Among the oldest in the area, a white clapboard former farmhouse built in 1748. Fart on the porch and it rattles a floor board in the attic. -Dice (Swoon)
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya.
Announcer - "And where are you from Pete?"
Pete Townshend - "London, I'm from London."
Announcer - "London where, exactly?"
Pete - "London, England
What abandoned course is that?
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
Any word with the our ending could be spelt or, don'tchaknow." "Like neighbor instead of neighbour?" "It's a good idea," put in Snell. "Labor, valor, flavor, harbor - there must be hundreds. If we confine it to one geographical area, we can claim it as a local spelling idiosyncrasy.
Carli's was a small club at the end of a passage between a sporting-goods store and a circulating library. There was a grilled door and a man behind it who had given up trying to look as if it mattered who came in. (Smart-Aleck Kill)
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
Hapmshire" typo,
Rememberatorium),
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-arched old bridge, where salmon wait for Autumn floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west.
Here by the Canal, a g - A hand closed around Eddie's
PAROLLES Just, you say well; so would I have said.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
Did you like my tribute to the town?"
"I did, but why a swordfish?"
"The day you pelted me in the face with a swordfish funnel cake, and by the way--what the fuck--was when my admiration for you turned into something more.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.
He called it a mastodon (which means, a touch unexpectedly, "nipple-teeth").
I've swallowed a pollywog. It wriggleth in my tummy. I shall die - Emerson
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
The neighbourhood is a place of ... intrigue and emotional espionage, where when two people stop to talk on the street their tongues are like the two halves of a scissor coming together, cutting reputations and good names to shreds.
They still talk about the night that Augie Pabst, a fresh-faced heir to the brewing fortune, drove a rented Falcon into the swimming pool of the Mark Thomas Inn in Monterey, California. His reviews were so good that he repeated the act at a Howard Johnson's outside Denver.
New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.
Pete's voice. "You
Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.
happy hunting-grounds
Stuart Davises he
Toad's ancestral home, won back by matchless valour, consummate strategy, and a proper handling of sticks.
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
sand-bar, sorrowful
Port Authority Bus Terminal
If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere; and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing; and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville- great Casey has struck out.
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
My personal style is really different from 'Lemonade Mouth.'
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Philadelphians are every whit as mediocre as their neighbors, but they seldom encourage each other in mediocrity by giving it a more agreeable name.
Goodbye, Pinecone. You will always be in my heart.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
It's a sleepy, wonderful, idyllic town but there's a curse on it from 100 years ago, ... The people who died in this kind of boating accident have come back to take their revenge.
It's probably the only attraction in Shartlesburg, Pennsylvania, a town whose name Miriam finds so funny she, well, nearly sharts every time she hears it.
WindClan territory
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Ye Gods and Little Fishes," said Sir Henry, "can it be? George, it's my own particular, one and only four starred Pussy. The super Pussy of all old Pussies...