Now that we’ve crossed the river, we’ll go through here and soon be at grandmother’s house. Don’t worry. The steed is familiar with the route.
Early on in Ulysses, when Mr. Bloom sits down to his breakfast of pan seared kidney, we see him: chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat.
I wish that I could see the people’s faces as they look in amazement at me, a man made of inner tubes, a dark tornado that can save them from drowning. A perfectly clear statement needing no explanation from me.
No other factory in the world mixes chocolate by waterfall! From you-know-who and the you-know-what
Watch out when the ratio of here and now to there and then falls below 80/20. 95/5 is excellent. 90/10 is all right. 85/15 is borderline. 80/20? Watch the next sunset without fail.
The fog was like a saffron blanket soaked in ice-water. The smokey fog is a major character in Allingham’s The Tiger in the Smoke.
The walls were stucco, and the color rather like tobacco-spit. A very Truman sentence indeed from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
I like to tell stories about storytellers telling stories.
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
