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a creature of impulse.
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
Eutrapelia . "A happy and gracious flexibility," Pericles calls this quality of the Athenians ... lucidity of thought, clearness and propriety of language, freedom from prejudice and freedom from stiffness, openness of mind, amiability of manners.
A man with great talents, but void of discretion, is like Polyphemus in the fable, strong and blind, endued with an irresistible force, which for want of sight is of no use to him.
Mischief and craft are plainly seen to be characteristics of this creature. - Claudius Aelianus, third century A.D., writing about the octopus
Haesten.
If this world ever contained one worthless, treacherous slime-coated piece of human dung then it was Haesten.
Trus, is a word that has to be earned.
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
Thrasyllus the Cynic begged a drachm of Antigonus. "That," said he, "is too little for a king to give." "Why, then," said the other, "give me a talent." "And that," said he, "is too much for a Cynic (or, for a dog) to receive.
I mean, I'm certainly not a 'teaophyte,' or whatever the word would be.
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
[T]he most repugnant bastard there is: the bastard-octopus.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude.
[Lat., Nos duo turba sumus.]
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
Ilauria on Phaedrus: His love was like the sun and the moon all wrapped in one.
primicerius? He was young, it was
The myth is not my own; I have it from my mother. Euripides
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
A toad grows wings and thinks he's a bloody dragon.
How is Ty? There is nothing wrong with Ty, but he is different, and the Clave hates all that is different. They will try to punish him, for being who he is. They would punish a star for burning.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Some fifteen to twenty Burgess species cannot be allied with any known group, and should probably be classified as separate phyla. Magnify some of them beyond the few centimeters of their actual size, and you are on the set of a science-fiction film ...
FROG, n. A reptile with edible legs
Tchitcherine: "You mean thiophosphate, don't you?" Thinks indicating the presence of sulfur ... Wimpe: "I mean theophosphate, Vaslav," indicating the Presence of God.
A turtle without a shell is a very strange thing. Even with shells, turtles are very strange things, with their miniature elephant's feet, parrot's beak and ludicrous tail.
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A chrysanthemum by any other name would be easier to spell.
Ancient charmers with skeleton throats and peachy cheeks that have a rather ghastly bloom upon them seen by daylight, when indeed these fascinating creatures look like Death and the Lady fused together, dazzle the eyes of men. Forth
was a parasite with nasty teeth,
A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.
To how much envy and fraud and hypocrisy the state of a tyrannous king is subject unto, and how they who are commonly called [Eupatridas Gk.], i.e. nobly born, are in some sort incapable, or void of natural affection.
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
Callipygian. Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!
That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals."
Jacob "Yasha" Livingston
His Greatness the King Pteppicymon XXVIII, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
lagophthalmos - a
The famous jack-o-lantern mushroom, which glows at night with a greenish phosphorescent ligh called foxfire.
If truth was a crayon and I had to name it, I would call it dinosaur skin.
PICKANINNY, n. The young of the "Procyanthropos", or "Americanus dominans". It is small, black and charged with political fatalities.
So help me, I won't rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi)
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Shakespeare's bitter play [Troilus and Cressida] is therefore a dramatization of a part of a translation into English of the French translation of a Latin imitation of an old French expansion of a Latin epitome of a Greek romance. (p. 55)
No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"?
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
The jellies living nearest the surface had transparent bodies, but their edges twinkled and flashed, as though traced by fiber-optic cables, blinking and undulating like neon signs. They were delicate; if you weren't looking
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch'd.
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
Socrates used to call the opinions of the many by the name of Lamiae, bugbears to frighten children.
Diogenes, filthily attired, paced across the splendid carpets in Plato's dwelling. Thus, said he, do I trample on the pride of Plato. Yes, Plato replied, but only with another kind of pride.
Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.
Philo of Alexandria,
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,
Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature ... .
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.
The greatest parts, without discretion as observed by an elegant writer, may be fatal to their owner; as Polyphemus, deprived of his eyes, was only the more exposed on account of his enormous strength and stature.
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin.
-So B. It
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.
DEINOTHERIUM, n. An extinct pachyderm that flourished when the Pterodactyl was in fashion. The latter was a native of Ireland, its name being pronounced Terry Dactyl or Peter O'Dactyl, as the man pronouncing it may chance to have heard it spoken or seen it printed.
There's a snake hidden in the grass. Virgil. Ecologues,no. 3.1.1o8
When an octopus farts, it can't hide it.
Who left nothing of authorship untouched, and touched nothing which he did not adorn.
[Lat., Qui nullum fere scribendi genus non tetigit; nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.]
Lectio, quae placuit, decies repetita placebit.
(What we read with pleasure we can read many times with pleasure.)
The humped bladderwort has yellow, snapdragon-like flowers, and it's actually carnivorous, capable of trapping and eating not just insects but even tadpoles and tiny fish.
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.
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
Theseus: What is the crime for which you must pay by death?
Phaedra: My life.
There was so much unrecognized novelty in the collection that at one point18 upon opening a new drawer Conway Morris famously was heard to mutter, 'Oh fuck, not another phylum.' The
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.
Dante, or the hyena that writes poetry in tombs.
Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me -
sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
We extol ancient things, regardless of our own times.
[Lat., Vetera extollimus recentium incuriosi.]
For the purpose of securing epithets at once accurate and felicitous, the young author should familiarize himself thoroughly with the general aspect and phenomena of Nature, as well as with the ideas and associations which these things produce in the human mind.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
The world rests upon a turtle, which itself stands on the back of an elephant!"
Alek tried not to laugh. "Then what does the elephant stand on, madam?"
"Don't try to be clever, young man." She narrowed her eyes. "It's elephants all the way down!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the dayWhose conquering rayMay chase these fogs;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Light will repayThe wrongs of night;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Ty got the feeling, from cues in the Teklan's physique and general style of movement, that he was some manner of Snake Eater.
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
Above the forest of the parakeets,
A parakeet of parakeets prevails,
A pip of life amid a mort of tails.
I should fear the infinite power and inflexible justice of the almighty mortal hardly as yet apotheosized, so wholly masculine, with no sister Juno, no Apollo, no Venus, nor Minerva, to intercede for me, thumoi phileousa te, kedomene te.
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
A cowardly populace which will dare nothing beyond talk.
[Lat., Vulgus ignavum et nihil ultra verba ausurum.]
The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden.
"The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My
people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't
much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks
off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.
They can try to kill me all they want, but I'm the girl who stands on tha backs of the beasts of the NeoPacific. The Minnow blazes from within, promising life and warmth and vilainy, but out here I'm mighty.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
The Evil Onionman
A leech who, having penetrated the shell of a turtle only to find that the creature has long been dead, deems it expedient to form a new attachment to a fresh turtle.
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
What has three eyes,
three nipples and two assholes?
Why are you so interested in amoebas?"
"Oh, they're immortal," he said, "and sort of shapeless and flexible. Being a
person is getting too complicated.
A peculiar fact about termite-tapeworm-fungus-moss art is that it goes always forward, eating its own boundaries, and, likely as not, leaves nothing in its path other than the signs of eager, industrious, unkempt activity.