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‘I am a narwhal looking for my virgin.
‘Shy,’ said Lymond with simplicity, ‘as a dogtooth violet.
the pure springs of chivalry may be a little muddy in the Hawick area,
Poor Richard is merely Brown and fit to break bread with
Lucent and delicate, Drama entered, mincing like a cat.
I have the refinement of a cow-cabbage.
‘What’s poor Richard ever done to you except get himself born first?
Charles of Spain, Holy Roman Emperor, fending off Islam at Prague and Lutherism in Germany and forcing recoil from the long, sticky fingers at the Vatican, cast a considering glance at heretic England.
One of the best one-sentence summing-up of Charles V ever written
It was a cultured voice, with no inflection which would have seemed out of place at any point north of the Tyne. Like the jewelled aiglettes it announced consequence, character and money.
With Mr Crouch came his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his hard and soft palate, his maxillary muscles, larynx, epiglottis and lungs: all the apparatus which enabled him, ne plus ultra, to talk.
Combers of talk and laughter rolled aggrandizing from pillar to pillar
Yellow tiercel eyes notched with black
‘Mr Crawford, there is no need to show me the hood. I respond quite well to the lure. Our last talk intrigued me a good deal.
He is the hawk that requires taming and brought to the fist without breaking it’s will
a cavalcade of asses after a bizarre and amorphous carrot.
