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They'll go lovering around the house, and we shall have to dodge



I shall NEVER take my mind out of the gutter, regardless of century.

"What in the world are you doing here?" she asked, regarding her disheveled sister with well-bred surprise.

Sssso ... like that?


*collapses into a fit of giggles*

To be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing that can happen to a woman

I know it's the the XIXth century, but...

"Well, I do believe the world is coming to an end!"

Crinkle, crinkle 'ittle 'tar...

Good creature of the fiery pit.

“All I can say is that it’s extraordinarily strange not to be the one everyone wants to kill.” Whyborne folded his handkerchief and put it back in his pocket. “If Griffin wasn’t in danger, I’d almost call it a pleasant change of pace.”
“Well, it’s only fair we should take turns with this sort of thing,” I said

"We're newlyweds, you see, and-"
"Stop dawdling and get inside, man!"
I glimpsed the maid doubled over in silent laughter before Christine forcefully shut the door.

Marriage goals, anyone? 😂

"Did you know that when the Pilgrim Fathers caught a Pilgrim having a love affair with a cow, they not only hanged the Pilgrim, they also hanged the cow?" Hashtag: justPilgrimThings? :P

Other than that, this is way more boring than I thought it would be. It's the only reasonable explanation I can find for not having finished it yet. *sigh*

"The dinner party was at a Hungarian restaurant called Victor's.
Victor is a close friend of Andre Deutsch, they're both Hungarian but Victor more so."

"I won't go on. I hate introductions that spoil the book by giving away all the god lines, or the ending."

... at this moment all you haven't spoiled is the ending. And even that is just my very optimistic assumption.

Excerpt from the world's list of questionable goals: escalating the Pic du Canigou naked... in December. It supposedly grants immunity from all illness for a year. Either that, or you'll become with the eternal Vitality fluid.

Yay! I'm all alone in the whole wide world. Party starts now.

Lack RSVP and participation most appreciated. As a matter of fact, make that MANDATORY.

[Grenouille] chose life out of pure defiance and spite.

"And he gathered his cassock and grabbed the wailing basket and ran off, through the tangle of alleys to Rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine, along the Seine towards East, out of the city, far far out to Rue de Charonne, almost to its end, where, next to cloister of Madeleine de Trenelle, he knew the address of a certain Madame Gaillard, who took in --" ... and I ran out of characters. See full quote in comments.

"Hugh [Laurie] enjoyed about a week of relaying the news of my fantastic expenditure on something as absurd and unworthy of an outlet as a raincoat, before he discovered that this Mackintosh was a new type of computer."

A definition of alternative commedians: "They're all the same, only they don't play golf".

*insert monicled little devil here* 😈

"I just lived with the conclusion, as people always do, that film makers were imbecile profligates. I now know, being one myself, that they are imbecile misers."

Heh, British complimenting at its very best, I guess? XD

Sex as a fun alliteration, can be surprisingly arousing... provided of course your name is Stephen Fry. Which is why I am back to my liquid state of existence.

Artsy falls 101 anyone?



Crappy editing courtesy of my m@d GIMP skillz. XD

Life's hard when you're caught in a book. *insert exasperated sigh*

This is addicting as heck. I need a reading-holiday NOW.

I'm not necessarily liking the writing style any more, but have managed to get used to it enough, to not have it detract my attention from the action... too much. :)

"The once-collapsing Ul Qoma rookeries, crenellated and lumpenbaroque (not that I saw them—I unsaw carefully, but they still registered a little, illicitly, and I remembered the styles from photographs), were renovated, the sites of galleries and .uq startups."

Intriguing story so far, but the writing style is not my favorite. Too much footnote-worthy stuff, that is inserted in the middle of the phrase.

Today was like... (*stage whisper* FOUR!)

"Can't you see I'm reading? Why are you bothering me?!"

Librarians fighting with dictionaries... literally. :)))))

"Mr Whyborne left instructions to treat any requests from you as if it came directly from him, Master Percival". As a result Whyborne sulked most of the way out of Widdershins.

I felt that I would never free myself from that inferiority, and that seemed to me intolerable.

I know what a comfortable life full of good intentions means, you can't even imagine what real misery is.