After a few weeks’ growth, a feeble dividing edge of torn nail has crept from my cuticle, as the dead nail begins its crawl out, to be replaced by – what? A new nail, I hope. (Stay tuned.)
Life and death coexist in complex and subtle ways in the penis and testicles, telling a story of triumph and tragedy.
If it weren’t for the quirk and the fact that everyone would have seen it anyway, “Peixes, have I ever told you, for a no-8ullshit fish princess, you sure have a way with words?” would have been great for the quotes tag
A few years later, as division commander, he once “secretly arranged for a unit of the 82nd Airborne to make a parachute landing in the rear of one of his old battalions and attack it,” noted military analyst William S. Lind. "The result was good training.“
He adds, in a phrase characteristic of his approach to life, “I was like, ‘I don’t want to deal with this.’ ”
In the world of DawgSpeak, the fluent can easily be separated from the newbs.
On her website, Rohrback describes Prancercise as “a springy, rhythmic way of moving forward, similar to a horse’s gait and ideally induced by elation.”
Such begins with a voice in the first-person describing the process of climbing out of his coffin into an unknown world of orbits and ellipses.
queenshulamit-deactivated201602 asked: Something I've long been curious about, but never bothered to ask: what does "trees are harlequins words are harlequins" mean?
It’s from an early passage in Vladimir Nabokov’s last finished novel, Look At The Harlequins! (I’m not exclaiming that, the exclamation mark is part of the title.) The full context is:
An extraordinary grand-aunt, Baroness Bredow, born Tolstoy, amply replaced closer blood. As a child of seven or eight, already harbouring the secrets of a confirmed madman, I seemed even to her (who also was far from normal) unusually sulky and indolent; actually of course, I kept daydreaming in a most outrageous fashion.
“Stop moping!” she would cry. “Look at the harlequins!”
“What harlequins? Where?”
“Oh, everywhere. All around you. Trees are harlequins, words are harlequins. So are situations and sums. Put two things together – jokes, images – and you get a triple harlequin. Come on! Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!”
I did. By Jove, I did. I invented my grand-aunt in honor of my first daydreams, and now, down the marble steps of memory’s front porch, here she slowly comes, sideways, sideways, the poor lame lady, touching each step edge with the rubber tip of her black cane.
The rest of the book is not very good (IMO) and I don’t recommend reading it, but I love that passage. And the phrase “trees are harlequins, words are harlequins” sounds nicely mysterious out of context, which I guess is appropriate for this blog since one of my gimmicks is posting quotes out of context.
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