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I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
The man who walks with Henslow.
Rufus? He's a grand kisser, and he's dead sexy.
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind.
All backups take their cue from Elrod Hendricks, the patron saint of erstwhile catchers.
In Henry Adams, I discovered not only the prototype of the modern thinker but also someone who is more interesting: a viper-toothed, puling, supercilious crank, thwarted in ambition, aging gracelessly, mad at the cosmos, and ashamed of his own jejune ideals. He is nevertheless very dear to me.
May harmony find you" Atticus
Tell me Georgia, does he make you come so hard you forget your own name?
In my opinion, Al Moritz may be the best poet of his generation in Canada.
I kept my eyes on the road, and felt tunnel vision setting in. I wanted to talk - I wanted Weaver to explain why he fucking ignored me this past year! And I wanted him to shut up and never say another word to me.
Ray Garton never fails to go for the throat!
Sparhawk's reputation must have preceded him. The Massachusetts coast, as he was often reminded, was shaped like an ear. It heard everything.
He's sitting in the catbird seat.
Why, if it isn't Carson Stinger, Straight Male Performer,
People there's a new sheriff in town. One of the great running backs in line of Pittsburgh Steelers [and] his name is Le'Veon Bell. He's on his way people.
On his next return to this world, Duncan Cobb, oldest son, faithless cousin, cautious lover, and pal of killers, awoke infused with the lucidity born of no escape, and a mortal dose of honesty.
Hall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man
us. The little shit really digs Celia here. Been seein' her
Jasper Jones fell out of this world and nobody noticed ... And they'll notice now because something has been burned. Now they'll look for Jasper Jones.
I cannot remember when I was not fascinated by Henry Adams.
There are a lot of great players ... a lot of great players around, but Louie Bellson is really something special.
None saies his Garner is full.
George Hamilton is one of the funniest men I have ever known.
John Barleycorn makes his appeal to weakness and failure, to weariness and exhaustion. He is the easy way out. And he is lying all the time. He offers false strength to the body, false elevation to the spirit, making things seem what they are not and vastly fairer than what they are.
Nicholas met with him earlier about some lumber deal and sent him here for lunch. He's evidently new in town and was wondering where to get something good to eat.
Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!
Alex Hailey, who traced his roots all the way to the back of the bus. Never got a dinner!
America should treasure its rare, true original voices and Mark Leyner is one of them. So treasure him already, you bastards!
Night Comes to the Cumberland.
Olivia stated, "at
I'm that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half-alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust [tree].
I haven't been with Vin for many years - is it 2004 now?
Perry Johansson.
Harold Bloom weeps for me.
after we moved up North. "Who's
HAVE FOUND HIM STOP, it read. WILL YOU COME BACK QUERY ROGER.
Julian of Norwich,
On the Jellicoe road
Problem with (John) Wockenfuss getting on base is that it takes three doubles to score him.
As we headed back to Tangier we saw a shepherd guiding a camel with her calf. Rolling down the window, I called out: - What is the little one's name? - His name is Jimi Hendrix. - Hooray, I wake from yesterday! - Inshallah! he called out.
We're all here. We're close to the truck, and we met Kenton, a fine citizen of Salem. We rescued Izzy and found our way through a very sad darkness, dangers that we knew from Izzy's Orion interpretation would be waiting for us. We're definitely on the right track.
Hardin is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams.
With this blistering salvo of poetic gutshots Lawson has proven himself Bizarro's true bard, its mad laureate. Switching from dark whimsy to retina-blast shock to political outrage without missing a beat, The Troublesome Amputee is a powerful collection of pitch-black verse.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
heading west on the 495.
If Raymond Chandler came from the South, his name would be Ace Atkins.
And who else could I send? Only Vimes could go to Uberwald.
One of the great autoharpists and folksingers of our times.
Cromwell's statement, "No one ever travels so high as he who knows not where he is going,
Kent Abbott is in the on-deck circuit.
My host at Richmond, yesterday morning, could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford, and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son, a clever little boy, to show me the road leading to Windsor.
Ty Cobb was still fighting the Civil War, and as far as he was concerned, we were all damn Yankees. But who knows, if he hadn't had that terrible persecution complex, he never would have been about the best ballplayer who ever lived.
ET the Hiphop Preacher and Greg Plitt
What does he stand for?
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Jeff Bruce threw in. Speakin' of winds, he's de wind and
I could not fall back in love with Chase Jennings. Doing so was like falling in love with a thunderstorm. Exciting and powerful, yes. Even beautiful. But violently tempered, unpredictable, and ultimately short-lived.
Casey Lomonaco, KPA CTP, May/June 2010
His fielding leaves you wondering. Then he steps up to hit and all doubts start to fade.
He'd bivouacked on the north side of the town
And Damon Hill is following Damon Hill.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
It occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him
his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.
Ty Burrell could be one of the funniest people on the planet. I'd love to meet him.
There is one man," the artist said after a moment. He'd paled. "H. F. Powell."
"Where would I find him?"
West didn't seem to hear him for a moment. He shook his head as if clearing away cobwebs from his brain. "Find him?" His laugh was more of a grunt. "Six feet under, last I checked.
Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.
In fact-Dr. Sheppard!
Westcott lived in the most perilous zone between waking and night - the shadowlands of watching and waiting, questioning and listening. He lived in the glade of remembrance." - from Who Has Known Heights
[on John Cowper Powys] ... there is an indistinct photograph of the great man himself, gazing into the misty cleft of a mountain range, wearing what could be an old rug, or an old cardigan. He looks like a cross between an aged werewolf and a puzzled child.
Stuart Davises he
With us tonight is William Warfield, who is with us tonight. He is a wonderful man, and so is his wife.
me, "You may easily perceive, Captain Walton, that I have suffered great and unparalleled misfortunes. I had determined, once, that the memory of these evils should die with me; but you have won me to alter my determination.
O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
CHAPTER XIV THE DILLSBOROUGH FEUD
Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?
Mr. Bentley - He builds fast trucks.
I suppose it's a sentimental thing, but I wouldn't want to do more 'Lewis' than we did 'Morse' because I do still think of it as an offshoot.
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
Coonskin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's big start. The A-bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.
The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper." More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. "A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What's the world coming to, Peabody?" Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn't move a muscle. "I'm sorry, sir, you're interrupting my praying.
William, my sweet William! I want him.
Don't say 'No,' say 'Gilbert,' ladies and gentlemen.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Some genius of the South
With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,
Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.
I never saw the face of Cobbett ... I should not know him if I met him in my porridge dish.
They throw Winfield out at second, but he's safe.
Drew Baylor, right?
Which leaves us to the question, what is he up to?" Evanlyn said.
Will shrugged. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough," he said, and urged Tug forward to take up the point position once more.
They found out the following evening.
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
Solution: Winchester.
Little Willie John is the soul singer's soul singer.
[...] Howard Phillips Lovecraft of Providence, Rhode Island, for cultivating a florid and overblown prose style that covered the entire spectrum from purple to ultraviolet and took sixteen volumes of interminable epistles to get to the point [...]
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Cobb would have to play center field on my all time team. But where would that put Speaker? In left. If I had them both, I would certainly play them that way.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
This gentleman is heading for Mineral County in West Virginia. Near a place called Keyser, not too far from the Maryland line." Which all meant nothing to Reacher, except that West Virginia sounded one step better than regular Virginia.
The Bog Kingdom. Bidding him enter! Ah, enter! There, all wishes are fulfilled. The more forbidden, the more delicious.
When he had first come to Mr. Peabody he had not wanted to look back. He had felt like someone just awake after a nightmare, and afraid to think about it lest it catch him again, but now the evil had receded so far that he liked to set it as a backcloth to the procession of his shining days.