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Don't get your knickers in a knot just yet, Tiff,' she said briskly. 'It won't solve anything an' will just make you walk odd.
People who lusted after Marilyn Monroe had no idea she stuttered. It is the secret of her sexiness, actually.
You have fettered yourself of your own free will, man-break the fetters!
She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,
that in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to see
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Sophie said a bad word. In the dim light she had stubbed her toe on one of the many dusty bricks piled around the place.
Naughty-naughty" Twinkle said.
Oh shut up!" Sophie said , standing on one leg to hold her toe. "Why don't you grow up?
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
- Bucky dear, his wife warned, you're slurring your words. - Slurring is the cursive of speech, I observed.
Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
Language is a form of organized stutter.
There is a wavering expression in hereyes, like she is a heap of leaves aboutto be scattered by the wind
Georgia tutted under her breath. 'I'm loud sometimes,' she said, thinking So bloody what if I'm quiet - what's the thing about it?
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
HIs slower mind could not keep pace with her swift reactions; his emotions, not easily aroused, were still less easily subdued. Always he felt himself left far behind her, dull, clumsy, insensitive, too fond, too gross, too awkward.
Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.
Thomas Gray walks as if he had fouled his small- clothes and looks as if he smelt it.
this is what temporial stuttering FEELS LIKE like a stut stut STUTTERY RUSHING FORWARD in TIME WITHOUT a MOMENT OR an INSTANT TO DISTINGUISH ONE INSTANCE from THE next GROWING EVER LOUDER AND LOUDER WITHOUT PUNCTUATION until SUDDENLY WITHOUT WARNING IT
stops.
Tharn. It was a good word for a bad state of mind.
It's not tiddlywinks now, is it?..... NZ Rugby Legend
Tassels," I said in disgust.
Alex, too, was turned in his seat.
"You guys," he said. "He's still moving."
Disappointed, I said, "Kayla, back up over him.
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
It's nothing to be ashamed of to have a stutter.
The words came out slowly, haltingly, as if they had cost him a struggle. Nan had noticed before now that anger was too big a garment for him; it always hung on him in uneasy folds.
For though my rhyme be ragged,
Tattered and jagged,
Rudely rain-beaten,
Rusty and moth-eaten,
If ye take well therewith,
It hath in it some pith.
I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling ... awkward when it comes to you."
"'Awkward' is the word du jour," I agreed. "So, I make you nervous?"
"Not quite nervous," he said. "Just unsettled."
I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. "Unsettled, that's even better.
I have written some of the clumsiest, most clogged-yet-vagrant, hobbledehoyish, hitch-slipping sentences ever conceived by the human mind.
..people who stutter may be of above intellect but have trouble putting the many ideas they have into words in an easily understood order without stuttering on using some other form of place-holding mechanism.
Uh huh, I said, cringing and sipping at the wine. Okay, I gulped. Sue me, I was about to get my hoo-ha ripped to shreds; I was a wee bit nervous.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Even his voice had accrued a certain rancour as though the detritus of words long left unsaid inside the cave of his mouth had become rusty and scattered in tiny bits on the top of his tongue whenever he opened his mouth to speak.
Discombobulated.
She felt unpeeled and rather exposed. She felt almost improper.
Ethan seemed to revel in Carter's most hated tics. He'd set them to music. The light bounce of notes, starts and stops, of Ethan's song, it was the music of Carter's Tourette's, and Ethan had made it beautiful. He'd made Carter feel beautiful for having them.
Hesitated; swooped again; hesitated again; swooped once more
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
I'm not in a hurry, the woman said. Patience for her vengeance dripped like vitriol from her voice; even Tich was quelled.
He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck.
"He only stuttered eight times."
"That's what I mean.
Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense, but just enough to be careless.
"For God's sake," I said, "yes, don't you?"
"Oh, how charmingly you get angry," he said. "I wish I had that faculty.
Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
We're gaily yet, we're gaily yet,
And we're not very fow, but we're gaily yet;
Then set ye awhile, and tipple a bit,
For we's not very fow, but we're gaily yet.
We breathe out lies; we stutter the truth
Please. The word was disgusting as it came out, rank with misuse, and he felt irritation in the midst of his panic. But it was the panic that drove this train, panic that pushed every retort out of his mind and left him broken and desperate, in front of this man.
I came to you tardy and late
as I usually do to the better things in my life
I'm not wild ... pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm ... dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous.
I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort.
Her heart ruffled like a wind torn sail, held, yet ripped.
There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.
Rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby
It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious, 9 periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very 10 rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the 11 most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable 12 dumb shows and noise. I
I will always have a stutter.
An age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not ...
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Now that your speech impediment has been rectified, perhaps you might say something. It would be best if it were humorous. I enjoy a good jest.'
'You are dreadfully rude,' I said to him.
He sighed. 'That wasn't the slightest bit funny.
Each day adds a bead
to the ever peevish episodes of frailty,
I try running at an unkempt speed,
returning back like waves into a cruel sea;
Miss Marple made the kind of noise that would once have been written down as 'tut-tut'.
Tugay is writhing around all over the place as if he were dead
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
Some people with Tourette's have flinging tics- sudden, seemingly motiveless urges or compulsions to throw objects ... (I see somewhat similar flinging behaviors- though not tics- in my two year old godson, now in a stage of primal antinomianism and anarchy)
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.
When he's like this, Miss Lowell," Mark offered from his seat on the sofa, "I usually take it upon myself to stamp out in a rage."
"Must I stamp? Or can I sweet out gracefully?" "By all means, sweep.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
Ouch! Son of a gu - " I scrambled to get up. My hands hit rough upholstery and the edge of a table. Okay, now I was lost. Prying open my bleary eyes, I peered around. "What the ...
I'd be more than happy to let you survey my physical perfection in its entirety. But only if I get to see you, too." To her shocked silence, he replied, "It's only fair. Tit for tat."
"How is that fair? You've seen countless tits.
The house was clean, scrubbed and immaculate, curtains washed, windows polished, but all as a man does it - the ironed curtains did not hang quite straight and there were streaks on the windows and a square showed on the table when a book was moved.
Words are as recalcitrant as circus animals, and the unskilled trainer can crack his whip at them in vain.
Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
Bitch please, your legs get spread more than peanut butter," Nicole snaps at Tash and I want to laugh. "Well I never!" Tash whines back and her voice is so grating I cringe. "There are three words no one ever thought they'd hear out of your mouth.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
she'd been given to wear were worn and scuffed. Her dress was too big, her hair unevenly chopped and she still had bruises on the side of her face. Now, he expected her to
Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks."
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.
But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes when women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master ofhis limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among beautiful women.
Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
I pulled open my window and leaned out. "Are you daft?" I whispered loudly.
He bowed extravagantly, deeply, his dark tousled hair falling over his brow. "Such poetry, my lady.
What have I told you about trying to sound ingratiatingly cute, Twyla?" she said. The little girl said, "You said I mustn't. You said that exaggerated lisping is a hanging offense and I only do it to get attention.
I'm not hungry," Alexander whispered. "I'm famished. Watch out for me. Now, don't make a single sound," he said, moving on top of her. "Tania, God ... I'll cover your mouth, just like this, and you hold on to me, just like this, and I'm going to-just like this-
When you wear a tattered cloth to a banquet of the honorable, you look weird
Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You're really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?
I don't know anything!' Tim(Caleb) wailed.
He'd never spoken a truer word in his life.
His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His
And what little she allowed herself to say was said in a strained tone, in which her ingrained timidity paralysed her tendency to freedom and audacity of speech.
A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of delicacy, excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.
Oh, Punky. You should afford to have a bit more humility. But the first goal is for you to stop cursing so much."
"Fuck that," Caroline said.
"You're failing miserably."
"I haven't even started yet.
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
No wonder Barrons was so determined to keep me alive, and I had a Fae prince playing lapdog, and the Lord Master hadn't yet launched a full scale attack against me. They all needed me alive. I was Tigger. I was the only one.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said.
Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?"
"I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs," said Katsa indignantly.
He had the look of a sensitive bard, but there was no poetry to his words; he spoke awkwardly, uncertainly, as if the sound of his own voice jarred him.
ragged clothing he had on was taken
Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. "I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run."
"Stay and bite," said the peeve.
It has always seemed a cruel joke to me that the very word 'stutter' is difficult for many stutterers to pronounce. It is onomatopoeic, an imitation of the halting, repetitive sound made by people with this speech dysfunction.
NO! The half-shrieked
Tam knew what I was saying. He stared at me, his expression unreadable. "I need you to support the ceiling above the tear I'm going to make."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it. You pull; I push. Let's go!"
"I need control and delicacy, Raine."
I snorted. "Too bad you're stuck with me.
What happened to your stammer?"
"I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people."
"No one's ever told me that I'm a comfortable sort. I'm sure I don't like it. I'll have to do something diabolical soon to correct your impression.
Holy [Insert your choice of a swear word here], said Fang stunned.
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.
I had to settle for two of the most inadequate words in the English language, words to pale to express what I needed to say. Thank you.