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PPPS. I hope Butterbur sends this promptly. A worthy man, but his memory is like a lumber-room: thing wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
prestidigitator,
I just became Camryn Parrish.
Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past The spell is cast I save the day!
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable.
Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?"
"I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy."
"What a delightfully horrid urchin you are."
"Thank you, sir.
When the violation of parity was discovered I began a series of electronic experiments to investigate parity violation in hyperon decays.
Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home
I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric ...
Petermann's staunchest enemy in Great Britain was Clements R. Markham of the Royal Geographical Society. Markham had come to regard Petermann as a charlatan and a windbag.
Who can Perswade more Powerfully than Poets?
Another yap shook the room. Broken branches tumbled to the floor. "Wh-what's up there?" I asked, my knees shaking. I thought about the Norns' prophecy, naming me a harbinger of evil. "Is it - the Wolf?" "Oh, much worse," Blitzen said. "It's the Squirrel.
Jane Austen Emma
So you're the Pigeon, huh?"
"No," I snapped. "I have a name."
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
"Pigeon it is, then," he shrugged.
P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
Why on earth would you want to talk to me? (Channon)
My lady, do you not own a mirror? (Sebastian)
Yes, but it's not an enchanted one. (Channon)
Belson came into the apartment with some crime-scene people and two homicide detectives.
"This guy," Charlie said, and looked at his notebook, "Spenser. He was impersonating a police officer."
Belson glanced at him. "We all thought that," Belson said, "when he was a cop.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar."
"Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?
Potter is piqued with potter, joiner with joiner, beggar begrudges beggar, and singer singer.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
What do you need?" Vadderung asked.
"Advice," I said. "If the price is right."
"And what do you think a sufficient price would be?"
"Lucy charges a nickel."
"Ah," Vadderung said. "But Lucy is a psychiatrist. You realize that you've just cast yourself as Charlie Brown."
"Augh," I said.
In Parsifal: You see, my son, here time turns into space.
Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.
You guess, boy? You don't know? Peter
Peter Principle
a brilliant and talented man promoted just one notch over his head.
Darcy- "What's worse then a pissed of Chuck Norris?"
Pheonix- "What?"
Darcy- "A pissed off witch.
Treeple - all you need is be-leaf!
Dickon, and Dickon brought his tame animals, and, if you'll credit it, sir, out of doors he
No preamble, no warning. Trey Eriksson.
Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who - well - something of that sort..
Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway.
'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream.
'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully.
'Huh?' said Lester.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
He was Adam Parrish, army of one.
The Duke said: "Paul, I'm doing a hateful thing, but I must." He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing's sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead. The Duke's
You know what they say: It's better to have dyspareuned than never to have pareuned at all.
Then Charon looked at me. That cold stare behind his glasses seemed to bore a hole through my chest. "Here now," he said. "You couldn't read my name correctly. Are you dyslexic, lad?"
"No," I said. "I'm dead.
Philo of Alexandria,
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Shell, tell me everything you want.
Philip looked at him for
Septon Cellador spoke up. "This boy Satin. It's said you mean to make him your steward and squire, in Tollett's place. My lord, the boy's a whore ... a ... dare I say ... a painted catamite from the brothels of Oldtown." And
Betty, he said. Yes. I'm not what you think I am. I aint nothin. I dont know why you put up with me. Well, Mr Parham, I know who you are. And I do know why. You go to sleep now. I'll see you in the morning. Yes mam.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
Mirror, mirror on the wall," She caught Beu's gaze in the reflection. "Who's the handsomest man of all?
Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a type that does not ignite, but must be detonated. ("Dayspring Mishandled")
So thick with cobwebs it seemed like skeletons had decorated for a party. Raven fought her way through the webs to the far wall and ripped the velvet cloth off the mirror. She saw her own reflection staring back - long black hair with purple highlights, dark eyebrows,
I work to Glenn Gould in the morning and go to sleep listening to Parsifal.
It was seldom that Mr Standen, a peace-loving young gentleman, was conscious of a wish to come to blows with his fellow-men, but a wistful desire to land his cousin a facer did for an instant flicker in his mind.
I'm thinking of killing everyone whose name is a palindrome
Leaves," Ronan Lynch's voice said, full of intention.
"Dust," Adam Parrish said.
"Wind," Blue Sargent said.
"Shit," Henry Cheng added.
I am Psmith. I sub-edit.
Is this the seedman Jasher?" The commander indicated the charred remains.
"It's his identical twin."
"We know he traveled with you until recently. Where is his amar?"
"I ate it."
"This is a foolish time for flippancy."
"I panicked. It tasted horrible. Do you have any mouthwash?
If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
This clockwork twin of mine halted before me, her bowels churning out a settecento minuet, and offered me the bold carnation of her smile. Click, click
she raises her arm and busily dusts my cheeks with pink, powdered chalk that makes me cough; then thrusts towards me her little mirror.
Mr. Pappadakis smells like Just for Men peroxide dye and eucalyptus foot unguents. He has a face like a catcher's mitt. The whole thing puckers inward, drooping with the memory of some dropped fly ball.
Phillip is the Paul McCartney of our family: better-looking than the rest of us, always facing a different direction in pictures, and occasionally rumored to be dead.
A mirror mirroring a mirror
What's that darkness over there?" Leven asked.
"It's not good." Clover said.
"Then what is it?"
'Bad," Clover suggested, sounding as though he wasn't all that impressed with Leven's level of knowledge.
"I understand opposites," Leven said, frustrated.
We are alike, Joscelin and I, in that what we do, we do very well.
Strong Phillip, able to lift overweight nymphomaniacs with both hands. Harvey
Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.
He had a shaggy black dog whom he called Syntax.
Anything else, Butler?"
"The cosh, sir.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people.
Who's got a mirror?" I ask.
Spider shrugs at me. "We're all fellas. Why would any of us have mirrors?"
"I've got a mirror!" Brandon declares happily, digging a compact out of his pocket.
No-one is surprised.
Guilliame came to talk to him, since they were the same rank.
'Lamen. That's an unusual name.'
'It's Patran,' said Damen.
'You speak very good Akielon,' he said, loudly and slowly.
'Thank you,' said Damen.
Pharoahe Monch is like an eloquent linguistics professor moonlighting as a rhyme serial killer terrorist, challenging the listeners' I.Q. while daring him or her to keep up.
Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.
Hadrian turned to look out at the lake. "I hear they have good fishing."
Royce lifted his head to look at him. "You're a very odd man."
"You were the one talking about evil geese .
My friend died. (Astrid) Died how? (Zarek) Mmm, he had parvo. (Astrid) Isn't that a dog's disease? (Zarek) Yes. It was tragic. (Astrid) Hey! I resent that. (Sasha) Behave or I will give you parvo. (Astrid)
Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons.
I eyed the spirit. "You know the name 'Alfred' is a joke, right?" It stared at me. A wind that didn't exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, "All right. I guess you need a first name, too. Alfred Demonreach it is.
Peter Mandelson is the only man I know who can skulk in broad daylight.
Prongs rode again last night ... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night ... You found him inside yourself.
I was relying on Suliman being alive.THen when all that seemed to be left of him was Percival, I was so scared I had to go out and get drunk. And then you go and play into the Witch's hand!" "I'm the eldest!" Sophie shrieked. "I'm a failure!" "Garbage!" Howl shouted. "You just never stop to think!
Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.
Others dreamed of finding a person in the world whose soul was made in their mirror image, but Almondine and Edgar had been conceived nearly together, grown up together, and however strange it might be, she was his other. Much could be endured for that.
The guard hit Kestrel across the face. "I said, what did you give him?"
You had a warrior's heart, even then.
Kestrel spat blood. "Nothing," she told the guard. She thought of her father, she thought of Arin. She told her final lie. "I gave him nothing.
You are your own best weapon. Kestrel
Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Look in the mirror. What is that thing reflected capable of?
doing with the puzzled
Ryder - the oldest, Avery continued. He's standing as job boss on this project. Owen's the detail guy, runs the numbers, makes the calls, takes the meetings. Or most of them. Beckett's an architect.
You're late, Kell", Dockson said, still not looking up from his ledgers.
"I strive for nothing if not consistency" - Kelsier
'What was that?' Wallander said.
[Linda] 'Nothing.'
'That's funny. I could have sworn you were swearing.'
'I didn't say anything.'
'I have a strange daughter,' Wallander said to Lindman. 'She curses without even knowing it.'
I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one's own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron.
How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?"
"I shot him with an arrow."
"What kind of arrow?"
"A sharp one."
Nate rolled his eyes. "Really, dude? A sharp one?
Solution: Winchester.
Bertie, do you read Tennyson?"
"Not if I can help.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
limerick?" asked
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
Give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister, - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As
Jonson wrote a poem and called his son
His best piece of poetrie
A lovely line a little loathsome
I loved that poem once
He said we are lent our sons never take
Too much pleasure in what you love
It is 11 years since I have seen my figure in a glass [mirror]. The last reflection I saw there was so disagreeable I resolved to spare myself such mortification in the future.
Shut up, already. Just once, could I get a demon with no vocal cords? (Anonymous) At least they're not puking on us this time. (Wynter) Small favor that. (Anonymous)