Poor thing, consigned to a life of frivolousness and wretched things for breakfast. Not allowed to go to school or do anything worthwhile, and eel pie besides.
No, I said finally.Slowness in Answering, she said into the handheld. When's the last time you slept?1940 I said promptly, which is the problem with Quickness in Answering.
Insecure, ill-dressed chaos theorist desires intelligent, insightful, incandescent trends researcher. Must be SC.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to nonsignificance.
This gave me an early taste for humorous authors, of which there were—and are—far too few (though there are lots who labor under the misapprehension that they're funny.)
They were a susitute. They were what you did when you couldn't have what you wanted.
The voices didn’t join in this time, as she hadn’t spoken, but to her surprise, they all thought in chorus. — LEWIS CARROLL, Through the Looking-Glass
One of the first symptoms of time-lag is a tendency to maudlin sentimentality, like an Irishman in his cups or a Victorian poet cold-sober.
Don't they know science doesn't work like that? You can't just order scientific breakthroughs. They happen when you are looking at something you've been working on for years and suddenly see a connect...
But the vital thing is that we act. We do not rely on hope alone, though hope is our bulwark, our light through dark days and darker nights. We also work, and fight, and endure, and it does not matter...
Sophisticated
Tomorrow at the press conference would be dreadful. She would be surrounded by nice young men who spoke Big Business or Computer or Bachelor on the Make, and she would not understand a word they said....
This is the Victorian era, she said. Women didn't have to make sense.
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. —Monty Python’s Flying Circus
I wanted to come, and if I hadn’t, they would have been all alone, and nobody would have ever known how frightened and brave and irreplaceable they were.
Do you want to see his picture? She pulled out her phone and began busily swiping, and at the next stoplight, held it over for Briddey to see. His name’s Xander.
Do it on the radio. —Educating Rita Saved
Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.
Maybe I should join It’s Only Brunch. It’s like JustDinner, but with mimosas.
The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.