The second lip-press is when you can go French.
Revive the God that sleeps on the moon, and he will guide the most righteous people to Utopia.
At about 1:30 a.m., a family of hippos, represented by light gray H’s, swam into the tunnels from a nearby river. Their arrival was an unintended development born entirely of the game’s internal logic. Tarn was pleased. “The hippos like the sewers!” he said. He took a celebratory swig of Dr. Pepper and rocked back and forth.
We had been talking in Rick’s Cambridge, Massachusetts, sitting room (which was presided over by a portrait of Empson in his distinctive neck beard) about the criteria for greatness in literature.
The faculty sherry parties had a lot to do with it: watching my fellow graduate students suck up to Harold Bloom and the other stars of the department, their sherry-flushed faces perspiring from the damp mothball-mildew warmth of their tweeds.
“Textual scholarship”: it doesn’t exactly sound seductive, but I found myself seduced.
How are Infernomancers different from Necromancers?! They aren’t, and it drives you mad!
The number of things that can be raised and lowered or operated at a distance via pulley systems is greater than I would have ever dreamed.
The Smurfs signify smallness; the Care Bears, niceness; the Wuzzles, fuzziness; and the My Little Ponies, simple-mindedness. The imagery is fairly consistent.
And sometimes when people and physical objects fail to perform normally, the fix is to locate a broken or depleted part or parts, and repair or replace them.