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I am learning the ropes of captaincy from MS Dhoni.
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
An' fill it in a silver tassie.
My father, Dines Pontoppidan, belonged to an old family of clergymen and was himself a minister.
King Offa's dyke,
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
We declare, say , define, and pronounce that it is absolutely necessary for the salvation of every human creature to be subject to the Roman Pontiff.
A levels are approaching and Haddock's backside is a national treasure
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Railway fettler, and his family lived in a Tasmanian Government Railways
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
I am your boat! I am your crew
Your rudder and your mast -
Your friend, I am your limpet too
And your elastoplast.
- Tintinnabulum
CHAPTER NINETY DI Wade 'How are
Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently.
[Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]
Approaching the marina entrance,
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
Drink from me and live forever.
Lestat de Lioncourt
May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems
when they pay for coats.
You look good as a Pirate." Erin
"Ahoy, matey," he said, laying her back against the grass. "Me cap'n's ship needs a port." V' Aidan
"Me cap'n's port needs a ship." Erin
Look at this charming donkey!
Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again, and as sure as you have a head upon your shoulders, I'll knock your bonnet off, and tread upon it!
Fucking Magnus DuCane. I'd
It's not tiddlywinks now, is it?..... NZ Rugby Legend
come on mama, let's rent us a boat
sail down that gibraltar moat
shed a tear every time we pass tangier
Une immense esprance a travers la terre', he read somewhere, and his comment was:'
and it's darned-well drowned everything worth having.
I'm the master of the wicket!
away from Clive.
I am the batsman and the bat, / I am the bowler and the ball, / The umpire, the pavilion cat, / The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.
Angleterre Hotel,
Now drown care in wine.
[Lat., Nunc vino pellite curas.]
Take us to the guildhouse of Pasha Pook," Drizzt said, getting to the point, wanting to be done with his business and out of Calimport, "then you are dismissed." Sali Dalib paled at the request. "Pasha Poop?" he stammered. "Who is dis?
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
Tritons Trident!
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
New Zealand's Daniel Vettori is a very good bowler.
I have just returned from Arenas and feel very tired. His Excellency loaded me with a thousand honours; I have painted his portrait and that of his wife and boy and girl with unexpected success, for other artists had been there previously and not been successful.
A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.
Paul Lambert has learned Fabian Delph the game.
Poor Capablanca! Thou wert a brilliant technician, but no philosopher. Thou wert not capable of believing that in chess, another style could be victorious than the absolutely correct one.
licks donkey crotch,
The cunning livery of hell.
Would you like a paddle to help you up Shit Creek in your douchecanoe? Catcher
doting, the guy on the sideline at
But grant the wrath of Heaven be great, 'tis slow.
[Lat., Ut sit magna tamen certe lenta ira deorum est.]
I don't even know how to spell 'legacy!'
Him to sea. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary
Louis-Cesare looked pained. Ray was even dirtier than I was, and his bright red briefs had gotten a tear across the butt at some point, flashing a glimpse of hairy cheek whenever he moved. An awesome trophy he was not.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue their patient chime, the chattering of their wheels
anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Edmund, Magnus decided, put him in mind of nothing so much as a boat- a shining beautiful thing, buffeted by the whims of the water and winds. Only time would tell if he would find anchor and harbor, or if all that beauty and charm would be reduced to a wreck.
I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass
Raphael meet Avery.
Coach Genghis rather
November the seventh
The last
Faint cricket
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Gilderoy Lockhart
It is necessary to salvation that every human creature be subject to the Roman pontiff.
Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name
Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
The rain lashed down upon Brentford and Pope Alexander VI raised his massive arm and pointed towards Archroy and the young priest. 'You, I will make an example of,' he roared. 'You will know the exquisite agonies of lingering death.' Archroy thumbed his nose. 'Balls,' said he.
Pactum serva" - "Keep the faith
The game of cricket existed long before I was born. It will be played centuries after my demise. During my career I was privileged to give the public my interpretation of its character in the same way that a pianist might interpret the works of Beethoven.
Wizard's Eighth Rule
Talga Vassternich.
(Deserve Victory)
Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er ... " I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
When in the body of a donkey, enjoy the taste of grass.
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
Whoop-tee-fucking-do-- P.c. Cast
upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab
This man is my boatswain.
I am not an Englishman, nor are you. Nor can we ever be, regardless of our foxtrots, our straight bats, our Jolly Goods and I Says.
No more the Anglicized Percy, I.
I am now Taimur Hind.
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
Clearly his next tat needed to be more along the lines of a donkey. 'Cuz he was acting like an ass.
-Rehv's thoughts
You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan
XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps XXII. The Sea Still
Takes a donkey to know a donkey.
Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint, Each lost day has its patron saint!
Streets of Paris, pray for me; beaches in the sun, pray for me; ghosts of the lemurs, intercede for me; plane-tree and laurel-rose, shade me; summer rain on quays of Toulon, wash me away.
I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause.
An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to the temper, of the average Saxon.
Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.
[Lat., Multi committunt eadem diverso crimina fato;
Ille crucem scleris pretium tulit, hic diadema.]
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
a furtive groove
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
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.
There are indeed ducks in Blackford Pond." "On it," muttered Isabel. "What?" "On the pond. There are ducks on the pond. There are fish in it." Even as she spoke, Isabel had no idea why she was being so pedantic, and
I feel kind of bad for calling him Twatwaffle now."
"You should feel bad," I yelled. "For all we know, Twatwaffle saved our lives and maybe Mitch did too. There's obviously something out here. Who the fuck decapitates a llama?"
"I'm sure this particular llama was on many a hit list.
Credo Mutwa, the most knowledgeable man i have ever had the honor of knowing.
We sailed to Italy on the Andrea Doria, a year before it sank, and Zoot (Sims) and I played a lot of ping-pong on deck during that trip. Zoot sparked that [Gerry Mulligan's] sextet in an extraordinary way, soloing with joyous abandon and infusing the ensemble parts with his special brand of swing.
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
The shame of fools conceals their open wounds.
[Lat., Stultorum incurata malus pudor ulcera celat.]
SHUT UP!...PADDLE!
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
Pooley hunched closer to his pint. 'A pox on it all,' said he. 'The Swan packed full of these idiots, old Soap flushed away round the proverbial S-bend and Cowboy Night looming up before us with about as much promise as the coming of Ragnorok!
Q: Does this train stop at Brighton? A: I hope so or there's going to be a hell of a splash.
I would like to see the Pope wearing my T-shirt.
You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair."
"Ha! So you are English!" I poke him in the stomach.
He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing. "I claim ... no ... nationality.