"What about exercises?" he said.
"What about exercises?" he said.
I handed her the invoice
The king consulted with his ministers and concluded that Siddhartha had grown weary of married life and needed diversion.
"My intention is not to follow the steps of that inimitable author, in describing such total perversion of intellect as misconstrues the objects actually presented to the senses, but that more common aberration from sound judgment, which apprehends occurrences indeed in their reality, but communicates to them a tincture of its own romantic tone and colouring." (few)
Waverley - Sir Walter Scott.
Gilgamesh shouted, "By the life of Ninsun my mother and divine Lugulbanda my father, in the country of the Living, in this land I have discovered you dwelling; my weak arms and my small weapons I have brought to this land against you, and now I will enter your house."
-The Norton Anthology of World Literature Beginning to AD 100 (from the story Gilgamesh)
I apologize for being articulate.
He was a verrey parfit practisour.
Geoffrey Chaucer, prologue to The Canterbury Tales.
Just then a heavy cloud passed across the face of the moon, so that we were again in darkness.
Bram Stoker's Dracula
He'd say *** instead of butt.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
"Something of this must have eventually permeated his conversation, for Mr. Gingold shifted in his seat, made no comment whatever on Mr. Sharsted's pressing demands and only said, in another of his softly spoken sentences, 'Do have another sherry, Mr. Sharsted.'" - from short story, "Camera Obscura," written by Basil Cooper, in Alfred Hitchcock's anthology Scream Along with Me.
They went to school in a horse-drawn rickshaw.
Already he was thinking of what to do with his new find.
From Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton
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'Ah,' he said, 'you are not a dove. You are a wild-cat with open eyes, half dreaming on a bough, in a lonely place, as I have seen her. And I ask myself-What are her memories then?'
D. H. Lawrence, The Ladybird
Who would assent to my babbling as madmen may ill-starred and ill-chosen words?
Apuleius The Golden A s s, Introduction by Jack Lindsay
I found 19 of the stubborn, mocking machines in the attic of what used to be their inventor's mansion, which in my time was the home of the College President, about a year after I came to work at Tarkington.
Hocus Pocus by Kut Vonnegut