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arms wide and said, 'That's a question
I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board
Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.
I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.
Please", I scoff. "Dot-com jokes are so two visions ago. Stay on your toes, Angotti, or you're off the team.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
Say what you will of fortitude, but show me the man who can patiently endure the laughter of fools when they have obtained an advantage over him. 'Tis only when their nonsense is without foundation that one can suffer it without complaint.
Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.
Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?
I laughed derisively.
"For goodness' sake, don't start gargling now. This is serious."
"I was laughing."
"Oh, were you? Well, I'm glad to see you taking it in this merry spirit."
"Derisively," I explained.
You might as well laugh at yourself,
everyone else is.
I spat out the appropriate response of bitter laughter. Heads turned to me again. I guess I wasn't looking too sane to the crumblies. [referring to the old people in the room]
What?" he demanded testily.
Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything."
"You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face."
"Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically.
Balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his
It desolates me to disappoint you, but your brother is not here. Despite two really praiseworthy attempts at rescue."
... The hint of amusement irritated me, and sick and hurt as I was, I simply had to retort something. "Glad ... at least ... you're desolated.
They glared at her the way any intelligent persons ought to glare when what they need is a smoke, a bite, a cup of coffee, a piece of ass, or a good fast-paced story, and all they're getting is philosophy.
I darted a contemptuous look at the stately models of superstition.
Never laugh at the man that asks 'stupid' questions. Just remember, when all of society thought the world was flat, a man once questioned, What if the world was round?
What are you laughing at?"
"It's wonderful."
"What?"
"The way you don't react as everybody else does nowadays.
I snorted "oh, beauty. What's that good for?"
Mary stared, her eyes round.
"It won you the prince, did it not?"
I snorted again, I prefer to think that he was captivated by my charming personality." I giggled to let Mary know I was trying to make fun of myself.
My intellect tells me read between the lines.. No need to humor something that is what it is and is not what it was.
I mock everything. Don't take it so personally. Adam Black
You were laughing at where I work."
"So? You do!"
"Yes, because I work there. I'm laughing in the face of adversity, you're just laughing in my face!
I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.
turned away. It looked as though I lived in a family of dimwits. I
We are not amused.
Mockery ends where understanding begins.
He stared back like I was an advanced math problem he couldn't interpret.
You should mock yourself and rise above this.
The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.
What a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.
Oh yeah, you're a regular sage. Shouldn't you be sitting on a mountain somewhere cultivating a long white beard waiting for knowledge seekers to come to you?"
"Have I mentioned that sarcasm has the potential to be detrimental to the natural beauty of your face?" he countered.
Laugh at yourself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously.
If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are.
The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.
Mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I lived enough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerably old?
If the jests that you crack have an orthodox smack,
You may get a bland smile from these sages;
But should it, by chance, be imported from France,
Half-a-crown is stopped out of your wages!
Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.
Today they are mocking at you; tomorrow they will be mocked at by themselves.
I was appalled that so meaningless a person would dare such effrontery.
The thing to do with a silly remark is to fail to hear it.
I sighed and blew
Astonishment is the proper response to reality.
My eyes narrowed. I didn't like his logical reasoning.
I had of course met with incredulity..., but seldom with a will to incredulity.
Do I look feeble to you"
"Actually, yes."
"Well, looks can be deceiving. For instance, when I met you, I thought you look reasonably intelligent.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak. Like other devil's weapons, it is always cunningly ready to our hand, and there is more poison in the handle than in the point.
We looked at each other with that resentment you feel when you want something so much it's causing you pain, so much you start to hate it a little.
Dismissal can be a secret form of arrogance, and I held this proudly against the Stones until the light shifted and I caught myself being utterly wrong.
Humor bridges the weight of serious reflection.
He said nothing. Very sarcastically.
you would only laugh at me, not because my thoughts were stupid, but because I was so foolish as to attempt to tell them to you. If
sarchasm n. The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
he was left with the words going sour on his tongue.
I don't like your manner," Kingsley said in a voice you could have crack a Brazil nut on.
"That's all right," I said. "I'm not selling it.
Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.
He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and made a sour face. "Got any gum? Mints?"
"No. You going to hark again?" He shook his head. "Mouth tastes like the bottom of my shoe." I didn't ask him how he knew that particular flavor.
I made bitterness into a wad and swallowed it. I
Father looked puzzled. My witty repartee was completely lost on him.
He answered his own question. He did not seem upset. He seemed puzzled, as if looking back at his past self and wondering how he could possibly have been so stupid.
You're nothing special.
Unspecified." I was amused. "So you have the proverbial horse thief in your
I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!
Jokes are unanswerable objections.
This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth.
Beauty does not look with good grace on the timid advances of Humour.
Incongruous that he laughed. And then realized that there
Then as is the nature of folk that are thoroughly perplexed, they began to grumble at the hobbit, blaming him for what had at first so pleased them ...
We are not here to laugh.
You should not mock what lies beyond your grasp." He
My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm.
Clap. Clap.
Clap.
Well done, Ed.
Well given up.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
We should Google it. Don't sneer at me.
That day, I began to be incredulous. Or, rather, I regretted having been credulous. I regretted having allowed myself to be borne away by a passion of the mind. Such is credulity.
To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding.
It was an ignorant perception of the past at which most scoffed, but those who were wiser simply shook their heads in embarrassment knowing similar fears and ignorance confronted them in different forms now.
Something wrong?" Will asked.
"This," Gabriel said. He held up a broadsheet newspaper called the Star. "It's awful."
"I agree," Will said. "Those halfpenny rags are terrible. But you seem to be more upset about them than is appropriate.
Look here', he said, frowning, 'You shouldn't joke about matters related to food.
He looked at me with the tired, ignorant, slightly stupid expression that is so common in people who aren't used to seeing the broader picture in small things.
Nothing is more curious than the almost savage hostility that Humour excites in those who lack it.
I was laughed at by everyone upon every occasion. But no one knew or guessed that if there was a man on this earth who knew better than anyone how ridiculous I was, that man was myself, and that was the thing that I found most exasperating of all, that they did not know it.
Laugh at yourself once in a while; give yourself a break.
Don't mask self-doubt with contempt.
I furrowed my eyebrows."Are you looking at my bosom, sir?"
The eyes snapped back up. "At such a serious moment? What do you take me for?"
"A rogue, I believe." I tried not to smile.
If they weren't staring at a fellow, they were laughing at him.
Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.
I accepted their ridicule by sulking manfully.
Somewhere in the dark a vast meaninglessness was beckoning to him. A grinning face that laughed scornfully at all his vain attempts to manage his life.
People don't get my sense of humour.
I tried to look confused, which is one of my most convincing expressions.
The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
I have to laugh at myself.
He has a mouth, lord," Gerbruht said.
"I envy him," I said.
"Envy him, lord?"
"Most of us have to lower our trews to shit.
I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?"
"You're thinking of religion," he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.
Laugh uproariously. Dar and Aud looked back to see what
What was that shameful display?" Wilem demanded after she had gone. "What?" I asked. "What?" he mocked my tone. "Can you even pretend to be that thick? If a girl as fair as that looked at me with one eye the way she looked at you with two ... We'd have a room by now, to say it carefully.
Sorry?" said Dalziel turning. "What's that you said?"
He cupped a large hand to a proportionally large ear.
If the buggers get clever, he had once told Pascoe, pretend you can't hear. Then pretend you can't understand. Nothing's funny if it's repeated and explained.
The woman frowned. I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.
Of all the grief's that harass the distressed; sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
The next day we were all shooting up.
"Jeez. Look at the size of the cotton he just threw in the spoon."
"Yea. What are you trying to prove?"
They had a good laugh at my expense.
Sadly, I swallowed my tea and stared at the crowd of second-rate elegance ...
Someone asked me yesterday if Dracula met Saruman and there was a fight, who would win. I just looked at this man. What an idiotic thing to say. I mean, really, it was half-witted.