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STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
Ravaged all,
Bogo tabal
Timore toron
Totoo now gone ...
To money, the finest linguist in the world!
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
you didn't to-night.
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice
Hooka Tooka, my soda cracker, does your momma chaw tobacca?
Grant us safe lodging, and holy restrong>ststrong>," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at lastrong>ststrong>." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and strong>ststrong>ill had a long way to go.
One of Solstad's regular "connecting" statements in his narrative is: "Vi skal komme tilbakke til . . . " - "We shall come to-back to . . .
Beloved, we are always in the wrong, Handling so clumsily our stupid lives, Suffering too little or too long, Too careful even in our selfish loves: The decorative manias we obey Die in grimaces round us every day, Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice Which utters an absurd command - Rejoice.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
I'm as American as de Tocqueville.
one of Chloe's models 'as gone down wif leprosy . . ."
"Wait," interrupted Niall. "Leprosy?"
"That's what Chlo said. That fing wif your throat where you can't talk."
"That's laryngitis.
To-morrow - oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
Damianos," Touars said. "Princekiller."
It was the last thing he said. Damen
pulled the sword out. He took a step
back.
Heavenly Father, forgive me my sins. Forgive me my weakness and fear. Help me to fight my cowardice. Strengthen my ability to withstand the sight of suffering, so that I might do Your work in relieving those who endure it. -Toti
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
You are still a very loosome lass, Lael Click." "Loosome?" "Lovely. But you need tae regain your strength. I canna wed and bed so wee a fairy.
L -Life
I -Is
F -For
E -Entertainment
Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost.
"Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?
Read in oreder to live
A man with no memory was a man with no foresight - to
To-morrow even may bring the final reckoning.
The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language."
Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.
corn maque choux. He
Toil, comrade," he said, "is the highest aim of our lives. Who does not toil, shall not eat." The book was filled. The official applied his rubber stamp to the last page. The stamp bore a globe overshadowed by a crossed sickle and hammer.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
[L]ove is inventive to infinity.
When the clock Tick Tocks the party never stops!
There is something very curious in semantics, that the word 'meaning' is probably, in the whole language, the word the meaning of which is the most difficult to find. What does 'to mean' mean?
Yours most sincerely,
Peter Van Houten
c/o Lidewij Vliegnthart
"WHAT?!" I shouted aloud. "WHAT IS THIS LIFE?
To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day. It
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
Post tot naufragia portus, which translates as "After so many shipwrecks, a haven.
too young to live, too old to die
Nothing to it but to do it, nothing to it but to do it.
During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
There is something of the freshness of mind, of the lightness of spirit in Linne which for centuries has been linked in people's minds with the mountains of Sweden and Swedish joy in nature.
poxy shitweasel,
Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.
slanderous diarrhea of the mouth.
L'chaim. Where there is life, my friends, there is hope.
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Sticky toffee pudding is my favorite dessert in the U.K.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at last." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and still had a long way to go.
All the world stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is no maiden fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso.
Short prayer pierceth heaven.
Send not a Catt for Lard.
to be ME, Merewyn. These
This tottered ensign of my ancestors
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon these castle-walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit [perhaps this too will be a pleasure to look back on one day].
A little Toffee Crunch,
To clever plans,' said Kell, toasting his brother. 'And dashing princes.'
'To masked magicians,' said Rhy, swiping the wine.
'To mad ideas.'
'To the Essen Tasch.'
'Wouldn't it be amazing,' murmured Rhy later, when the bottle was empty, 'if we got away with it?
Am inteles ca un om poate avea totul neavand nimic si nimic avand totul.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh.
[Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Less pains in the world a man cannot take than to bold his tongue.
The toute ensemble was such as to make polished society blush, when compared with these savages.
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
You should have left him to wander," Svengal said coldly. Erak looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Would you?" he asked, and Svengal hesitated. At the end, Toshak had fought well and that counted for a lot of Skandians.
"No," he admitted.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Todoroff is the best. Look no further.
Hvad udad tabes, skal indad vindes. (What was lost without will be found within.)
To-day is the parent of to-morrow. The present casts its shadow far into the future.
I'm too tired to speak in English ...
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.
and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day
Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.
Nadie me influye, todos contribuyen
Coimhead feara fhear na foighrde.
(Beware the anger of a patient man)
Go tae your hands again ... let me give it tae you. Lachlain MacRieve
Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
Triple tongued is triple named
Aramaic has no vowels. So MLK spells Moloch." "Or milk," Deborah said. "Really, Debs, if you think our killer would tattoo milk on his neck, you need a nap.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
Maktub" (It is written.)
The recollection of almost overpowered Miss Tox. The subject of it had a peculiar interest for her directly. She asked him to shake hands, and congratulated his mother on his frank, ingenuous face. Rob, overhearing her, called up a look, to justify the eulogium, but it was hardly the right look.
My first reading of Tolstoy affected me as a revelation from heaven, as the trumpet of the judgment. What he made me feel was notthe desire to imitate, but the conviction that imitation was futile.
... Dexter the sofa spud ...
W:"At least I'm not pussy-whipped!"
T:"Nice. Fucking. Suit."
Wrath to Tohr
We do not seem to be finding tomorrow's Toscas.
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
Yol Bolsun" (May there be a road) [Louis L'Amour}
Humm humm haaa. Rahmumm humm haaaa," intoned Opal, finishing her chant. "Peace be inside me, tolerance all around me, forgiveness in my path. Now, Mervall, show me where the filthy human is so that I may feed him his organs.
Yield, ye arms, to the toga; to civic praise, ye laurels.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Have you something to do to-morrow; do it to-day.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart.
- Fair enough, dit Linus Brandell.