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saw my weave piece draped over the bedside lamp.
Dicey looked out over the tall marsh grasses, blowing in the wind. If the wind blew, the grasses had to bend with it.
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
Breath and caught the
Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm.
More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a
Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things
I've been shucked and gone to heaven.
A word drops into the mist
like a child's ball into high grass
where it remains seductively
flashing and glinting until
the gold bursts are revealed to be
simply field buttercups.
Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
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.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
a furtive groove
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
discombobulated around
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
A puff of wind blew out their skirts, and they looked like two wandering flags.
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
You Bedazzled my stake?
The music folded over itself like batter being poured from a bowl, one note atop another ...
mawage 'mah-'wahge. 1; a bwessed awangement 2; a dweam wifin a dweam - T-SHIRT
Even the air between them seemed to be dented, waiting to be straightened again.
Zigzag... don't bunch up. Weave like a drunk on New Year's... Got it?
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.
and pulled . . . like taffy.
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
You could have heard a bee fluff
Vast flocks of fieldfares netted the sky, turning it to something strangely like a sixteenth-century sleeve sewn with pearls.
He went in with his shuds stowing.
Umber whunnnn yerrrnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze.
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way
Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
Eddies of dry wind whipped tatters of cloth and reed paper about in dancing circles.
WAGs ... That's a technical term we engineers use. It means 'Wild-Assed Guess'.
He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.
tidy bed was a restful bed
So exquisitely slopped that he didn't know if he was on land or at sea.
He woke from a dream in which Edith raised her arms to him, the liquid gold of her hair tumbling almost to her waist. 'Ah, darling,' he had been telling her, 'I am looped in the loops of your hair.' Had he said that aloud? He would never do something so imbecilic. He really had lost his mind.
twisted her words into
I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.
on my rump and pushed me
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high. - Mkgnao! - O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Breathed was the combination of flower and weed, of the overgrown and the mowed. It was Appalachian country, as only Southern Ohio can be, and it was beautiful as a sunbeam in waist-high grass.
Wag and the world wags with you.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
The ram winked. You like my new wool coat? Because I like ewe. Get it? Ewe?
Buttered, I lie on my single bed, flat, like a piece of toast. I
In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.
Bingo swayed like a jelly in a high wind.
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
It flew towards the roof of the net like a Wurlitzer
ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK - NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER
Waffles. Im craving waffles." Bex rolled onto her side. "Tell your waffles hi for me.
Buffeted but not broken.
Watching her stroll thourgh the crowd was like watching the wind move across the surface of a pond. Except instead of casting ripples on the water, the heads of young men turned to watch her as she passed.
stopped: a final swish in the tall grass
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.
wandered. Such has been my common
The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.
Hopped up out the bed / Turn my swag on
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
It was dizzying - cause and effect, round and round, stretching back to the source.
Like a pebble dropped into a stream, his arrival had made a ripple in the surface of things. He'd felt that; he'd seen it in the way they looked at him, Sarah and Mrs. Hill and the little girl. But the ripples were getting fainter as they spread,
Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.
and Wash-ing-ton went back to Mount
A strange ripple...like an unexpected changing of the tide.
He puffed out his pigeon chest and waddled across the room towards me. With his feet pointing outwards, he looked like a fat duck with a grievance.
In midair, dangling lost above the world.
Out in the distance I could hear an animal wailing as though the air curled around the sound and flipped it around.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
He gave her a look that you could have poured on a waffle.
The hillside before them blurred, as if a curtain of wind-blown sand rose before it. A churning wind roiled through this strange mist.
When the wind came it split the sky and shouldered the cloud-band left and right; unbarring great clear furnaces of rolling gold.
God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.
Skiffle was a name that was attached to what was, in essence, American folk music with a beat.
Saw, and haul. Yeah, that's
I thought this was a matter of some urgency, Harry." "It is," I said. "But I fell from the sky today. I could use a couple of waffles.
walked about a furlong
Wriggled to avoid the lump that always seemed directly under
My butterfly dress was visible on the washroom floor, bent and shredded wings and all. Cheeks hot, I remember what he'd suggested before someone shot him.
His eyes found the dress too. I was teasing about that. Unless you were looking forward to it. Then I meant every word.
When the wind blows,the grass bends.
charmed the words out of
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter, not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected.
In this day the breeze of God is wafted, and His Spirit hath pervaded all things. Such is the outpouring of His grace that the pen is stilled and the tongue is speechless.
As a child, I dreamed that my bed could fly and glide and swoop and hover high over the countryside near my home while, snug and secure, I looked down in wonder at the great carpet of life that seemed so perfect beneath me.
She felt ... less. She felt tamped down. Dim. More faint. Feint. Feigned. Fain.
The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
Swathed in an old tweed coat on which the damp had settled like a thousand tiny pearls.
...buzzing with the kind of commanding energy that felled trees and whistled teakettles..
In the slanting beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden. The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather