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The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
In mala.]
Levante have gone fourth in Serie A. If anyone can tell me what part of Italy Levante is in, please call. I've no idea
Tiramisu for desert.
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
Castiglione has 150 employees. But every March another 120 are hired to work the tonnara. The leader is known by the Arab word Raiz, and the fishermen sing an Arab song, "Cialome" (pronounced SHALOMAY), to invoke the gods for the hunt.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Transit umbra, lux permanet
Mount Tamalpais became my house. For Cezanne, Sainte-Victoire was no longer a mountain. It was an absolute. It was painting.
Napolean is dead - but Beethoven lives.
corn maque choux. He
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
someone in Tunis. Halabi
The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
Cadiz is a city of magic, like Cracow or Dublin, to set the mind on fire at a turn of a corner ... The eye is continually fed, the imagination stirred, by a train of spectacles as charming as if they had been contrived.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
Correggio, Caravaggio, Titian, Tintoretto. In them she saw distance and cruelty. Bodies pierced, flayed, crucified. A parade of morbid flesh.
The Gatlings at Santiago.
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Bonjour, the Embassy of France'
'Ah, bonjour, excuse me for asking but where is the French Coastguard?'
'At the coast. Guarding.
Kalevala, whereas
It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.]
Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down
I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid - at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In
- Who would carry the bell canto
- Of course Montserrat Caballe
Le Marais?'
'It's a little district in the centre of Paris. It is full of cobbled streets and teetering apartment blocks and gay men and orthodox Jews and women of a certain age who once looked like Brigitte Bardot. It's the only place to stay.
You can't spell Citrus without UT
Vede insieme l'uno e l'altro polo,
Le stelle vaghe e lor viaggio torto;
E vedi, 'I veder nostro quanto e corto.
(You see both poles at once, the travelling stars in their winding courses, and you see just how limited our seeing really is.)
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
The palace of the Saggese family, once the great landowner of those parts. An archway
Safety lies in the middle course.
[Lat., Medio tutissimus ibis.]
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.
His own cabinat of cuoriositie
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Verranica, I will never leave you.
Seine and Piave are silver spoons,
But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
Something quite special has played out in the picturesque valleys and mountains, towns and villages of France over the past three weeks. For all who appreciate sport, it was a privilege and an inspiration to watch.
The macarons are coming!" Souse shouted, like an epicurean Paul Revere.
Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green ...
Does anyone remember the name of Paul Revere's horse?
Orange, Longbottom.
Sitting under the candlenut tree in the courtyard is pleasant in the afternoon. Laced in shadows, frangipani & coral hibiscus ward away the memory of recent evil. The sisters go about their duties, Sister Martinique tends her vegetables, the cats enact their feline comedies & tragedies.
The modern painter ... is an excellent couturier
This is Chanceux Chateau. Home to the formidable Prince Severin and his extraordinary wife, Princess Elle, and all that they hold dear." The
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Lares of the Crossroads
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
La raison du plus fort est toujours la meilleure. The reason of the strongest is always the best.
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
flibbertigibbets - and
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale.
Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born)
Anytime the perfume of orange and lemon groves wafts in the window; the human body has to feel suffused with a languorous well-being.
Cezanne is the Christopher Columbus of a new continent of form.
from Switzerland, came into the valley
Among the classic tastes: bread sauce, Nuits St Georges Les Perdrix 1962, Worcestershire sauce, Toblerone and Bovril.
passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
Aficionado my ass ... I just love to smoke cigars
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
prestidigitator,
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Mont Blanc confronted us, dazzling, immense, cut sharp out of the bue sky; more prosterous than the most baroque wedding cake, more convincing than the best photograph. It fairly took my breath away. It made me want to laugh.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
During several centuries Clochemerle, far from the cities and trade routes, had lived in stillness and isolation. But now, at last, the clamour of the great world was crossing the invisible barrier, bringing doubts, temptations, and discontents.
Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ...
The map we made of the 3,000-year-old city of Tanis requires no imagination. It has buildings, streets, admin complexes, houses - clear as day.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
Saint Delphi my ass.
Delores is a gorgeous name, for a gorgeous girl. Plus, it rhymes with clitoris ... and I really know my way around them. Big fan.
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
Salt and citrus," Cairdine Farrier said, joining her at the stern with a lemon in each hand. "The chemicals of empire."
"Salt to preserve food for long journeys," Baru recited. "Citrus for scurvy.
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
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.
Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
Sweet-briar and southern-wood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is - I know it well - it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.
Cow - Tanith Low
I will perform the function of a whetstone, which is about to restore sharpness to iron, though itself unable to cut.
[Lat., Fungar vice cotis, acutum
Reddere quae ferrum valet, exsors ipsi secandi.]
Bonzo, he pre-cise. He so careful, he piss on a plate and never splash.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
My tastes are Viennese.