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Pure-limbed, white-canopied, one-wheeled, the cart roles on. See him that cometh: faultless, stream-cutter, bondless he.
PLEONASM, n. An army of words escorting a corporal of thought.
[ ... ]the stately and slow-moving Turk,
With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.
Zaphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but he continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.
Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.
prestidigitator,
The Great and Terrible Humbug,
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.
I dub thee Toadsticker," I said. "Slayer of miscreants, opener of packages, occasional carver of baked turkeys. Let all men hear, and know mild caution." I swear the steel flickered.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
He is no clown that drives the plow, but he that doth clownish things.
The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.
You are a worm who thought himself a serpent just because you slither. But your power was not real, Pliny. It was all a dream. Time now to wake.
If you knew what I knew, seen what I've seen, you wouldn't be so quick to pull the plow.
Build: Vookworm, but tough
Who is this pompous hobgoblin? His jaw had grown square, his belly had gone soft. He was parading like a dictator in jockey shorts and argyle socks.
I play Peeta. That's his name. It was given to him by his parents. He comes from a long line of bread. His sister is Rye. And his brother is Whole Wheat.
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
I'm Jill Dumpty."
"So your brother was Humpty Dumpty?"
"And he didn't fall off that wall, Mr. Horner. He was pushed.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.
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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.
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
the son of toil.
You worthless excuse for a dung dealer. (Stryder)
The plough is to the farmer what the wand is to the sorcerer. Its effect is really like sorcery.
Who are the farmer's servants? ... Geology and Chemistry, the quarry of the air, the water of the brook, the lightning of the cloud, the castings of the worm, the plough of the frost.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
Zaphod Beeblebrox, adventurer, ex-hippie, good-timer (crook? quite possibly), manic self-publicist, terribly bad at personal relationships, often thought to be completely out to lunch.
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.
Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!'
On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'
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Maker - their word for worm,
RIMER, n. A poet regarded with indifference or disesteem.
RON BRACKIN'S TEXAS GLOSSARY "Peccadello" n. roadkill.
There is no sadder symbol of the crippling poverty in which millions of peasants were forced to live than the image of a peasant and his son struggling to drag a plough through the mud.
Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay you low?
A slippery fish, flashing scales in the water and a noble fighter on the line, but dull as lead at the bottom of the boat.
Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
They say you can do anything with plastique except play with sparks, but I still treat things that can blow you apart with respect. It can't hurt.
this "gawky, stammering adventurer.
Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep."
Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
...."we saw this big dark red leech hanging off his back.
We were dancing round yelling: 'We'll burn it off! Get the petrol! Stay
still Mr Kassar, you can trust us!'
He wimped out though, and made us use salt. Very boring.
I pulled out Riptide.
Tangaloor, fire-bright
Flame-foot, farthest walker
Your hunter speaks
In need he walks
In need, but never in fear.
A little roving, solitary thing.
A voluminous, prosaick, and drivelling Monk.
Question: What is he? Answer: A sluggard; how very pleasant it would have been to hear that of oneself! It would mean that I was positively defined, it would mean that there was something to say about me. "Sluggard" - why, it is a calling and vocation, it is a career. Do not jest, it is so.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
Mark Knopfler has an extraordinary ability to make a Schecter Custom Stratocaster hoot and sing like angels on a Saturday night, exhausted from being good all week and needing a stiff drink.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
From ragbag, stumblebum, peripatetic lout
To bonfire of catnip that burns itself out
Bristled sack of hiss & claws
Cinched at the maw
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
In the morning
it shuffles, unhurried,
across the wet fields
in its black slippers,
in its coal-colored coat
with the white stripe like a river
running down its spine
The bedraggled warhorse of American blowhardism.
Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn't tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled.
The centipede was happy, quite, Until a toad in fun Said, "Pray, which leg goes after which?" This worked his mind to such a pitch, He lay distracted in a ditch, Considering how to run.
A traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars
The stiff-backed prig, with his dandified airs and West End swagger.
I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
This is a Steppes horse. Its speed, power, and endurance unparalleled. Do not let size fool you, Dolt. You do not have to be big to be strong. To be feared."
"But it helps." "Your shoulders may be wide, but your mind is very small. Like peanut.
He is called the horse
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The King of the Pleiades was well prepared for the last war. This, however, was not it." -Renegades of Ophelia's World
Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen.
Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem.
Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk;
dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.
A leader is the one who is pulling the sled hardest.
An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.
It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.
Let me be as the bullock which stands between the plough and the altar, to work or to be sacrificed; and let my motto be, "Ready for either".
scat to rock steady
I'm Danny Worsnop and I slay poon.
A lich guards his phylactery like an elf guards his salad.
Jockey Wilson, he comes from the valleys and he's chuffing like a choo-choo train!
None though as bowed, small-boned, as my own peasant legs, which in their backward sway and inward turn, shaped by years of adherence to hostile terrains, possess a history of staying put.
grovelling, mole-eyed blockhead
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
The motor-car went Poop-poop-poop, As it raced along the road. Who was it steered it into a pond? Ingenious Mr. Toad!
a creature of impulse.
Knock-knock, motherfucker.
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.
[The lame goes as far as your staggerer.]
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
a storm that walked on legs of lightning,
dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.