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grovelling, mole-eyed blockhead
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
and the uncomfortableness of his protective
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
You make it so hard to breathe.
Snooty high heels.
tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered,
If hurts were hairs, we'd all look like grizzlies.
When Mr Ackroyd says that in the 18th century, stranglers bit off the noses of their victims, I feel that he probably knows what he is talking about. I just wish he hadn't told me.
As a young man, I used to sport a rather ragged beard [ ... ]; it doesn't suit and in its untended state I can often come to look like a set of sensory organs lost in a raspberry bush.
From my earliest days I have enjoyed an attractive impediment in my speech. I have never permitted the use of the word stammer. I can't say it myself.
Strether wondered, desiring justice. "They seem - all the women - very harmonious." "Oh in closer quarters they come out!" And then, while Strether was aware of fearing closer quarters, though giving himself again to the harmonies,
Life's road is better traveled down in stlye, perferably with a leather jacket and sunglasses
The air was stifling, but he liked it because it was stifling city air, full of excitingly unpleasant smells, dangerous music, and the distant sound of warring police tribes.
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
this "gawky, stammering adventurer.
Muscle, had goggled him and muzzled him - goggled his mind, muzzled his speech, goggled his perception, muzzled his protest.
Her hair is troublesome and curly ... It falls in long, black strands, but each strand has a gentle, complicated undulation travelling through it, like a mild electric shock or a thrill, hat gives it a life of its own; it is visually analogous to a tremolo on a musical note.
Monkey stalactites
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh.
Strong brows give me character.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
The thick plottens.
Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies, and manly to thy
friends: it is, in peace, an ornament; in war, a strong helmet; it ...
deadens the leaden thump of a bullet: in winter, it is a warm nightcap; in summer,
a cooling fan of feathers.
In a long journey straw waighs.
In Saint Stylites, the famous Christian hermit of old times, who built him a lofty stone pillar in the desert and spent the whole latter portion of his life on its summit, hoisting his food from the ground with a tackle; in him we have a remarkable instance of a dauntless stander-of-mast-heads;
submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
I'll never have a stylist.
a heavy, hooded wool
It's as if they're wearing a lie, but it doesn't fit them.' Trista tried to straighten her thoughts. 'They haven't buttoned it the right way, so it's baggy in some places and coming away in others.
of those clothes.
Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini,
Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.
Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
Being stylish is about enjoying your life and expressing yourself and your inner light.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
breeches and a rough smock
Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
For mile after mile the strangler fines choked the sal trees, one grey trunk encircling another, until the whole jungle resembled some terrible tangled knot in which it was impossible to tell murderer from victim.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Whining and panting beneath
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
He'd swiftly collected those monsters' heads, tying them together with a piece of the rope she'd hoped never to see again, then strung them over his shoulder. Periodically, he offered his catch to her.
"No, no, I have a pair just like them at home," she'd said. "I would just regift them.
It's not easy when someone pulls your ponytail.
hair that she often pinned back with
Snarling like a chainsaw trying to sing opera
a chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
- to wit, 'the sweat of the brow.
I will tell the stork-man.
Fashion is an imposition, a rein on freedom.
Mullets are strong>ststrong>ill going strong>ststrong>rong in the south and places like St Louis or the Carolinas.
Evoke at painful junctures, when discouragement threatens to raise its head, the image of a vast cretinous mouth, red blubber and slobbering, in solitary confinement, extruding indefatigably, with a noise of wet kisses and washing in a tub, the words that obstruct it.
An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.
Mouth sewn shut. Eyelids sewn shut. I forgot myself. The wind inside. Everything shut, and the wind inside.
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
He that is conscious of a stink in his breeches is [suspicious] of every wrinkle in another's nose.
When I can't sleep I count the buckles on my straightjacket.
Love pull your sore ribs in. I will pull your tangles out.
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Things well fitted abide.
The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
The most difficult kind of strength
restraint.
Did you know that I almost called the magazine Stag Party and the symbol was originally going to be a stag? I changed my mind just before we went to press, thank God. Somehow, it wouldn't have been the same. Can you imagine a chain of key clubs staffed by beautiful girls wearing antlers?
I think I've become the go-to mustache man. It works in period pieces. Modern-day mustaches are probably creepy. But I get compliments - everyone's like, 'Wow, love the 'stache, dude.'
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
cases and stretched
Handcuffs. Freaking handcuffs.
What are you doing with those?
Handcuffing you.
No, I mean why do you have them in the first place?
I'm saving them for a rainy day. These are new actually. It's like a "thinking of you" gift because I was thinking of you when I bought them.
Living with a stammer is difficult. It's a daily uphill struggle with emotional baggage weighing you down. You can't be the person you want to be.
Birds of fortuity flutter down on her shoulders ...
flaxen mane and tail. The Black Forest horses had a draft-like
Loose and forbear!
Soothe and sly stamina with a short sword they slice
They are beyond precise making the victim pay the price
Tis an ill wind that blows no minds
tightly, without
Silenus or Nymphs and
He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.
THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
If I see something sagging, bagging or dragging I'll get it nipped, tucked or sucked.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored. She scissored short. Sorely shorn, Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed, Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking Some savage, spectacular suicide.
The provincial dandy wore the longest of spurs and the fiercest of mustaches.
That gods-damned nightgown.
Swinburne was an absurd character. He was a bird of showy strut and plumage. One could not but admire his glorious feathers; but, as soon as he began to moult ... one saw how very little body there was underneath.
Sacars can come in handy
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?
A stylish person, for me, is one who draws your eye without necessarily being showy; they wear clothes that are beautifully cut, flatter the wearer, and show that they are not impervious to fashion, but not a slave to it either.
Better to dangle from strings than to be bound tight by them,
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One of the things I've always thought is a drag in so many period adaptations is that they are always buttoned up to the neck in so many clothes all the time. I'm always looking for excuses to get them out of their clothes.
Why the hell would I bring you?" she exclaimed. All her anger turned at his presumption. It was a sign of her agitation that she'd sworn.
"Because," he said, face calm, "I can teach you how to stake a Strigoi."
"THE HELL YOU CAN," I said aloud to no one.