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Gawan, þat sate bi þe quene,
To þe kyng he can enclyne:
'I beseche now with saȝez sene
Þis melly mot be myne.

I love how they took melly from the OF and anglicized it for ME, but we've now returned to the French. We use mêlée, not melly.

'I believe you once said you were taught Greek when you were a little boy,' said Stephen as he paddled gently back to the frigate.
'To be sure I was taught it,' said Jack, laughing. 'Or rather I was attempted to be taught it, and with many a thump; but I cannot say I ever learnt it. Not beyond zeta, at all events.'

I love the words that survive - sometimes through a glass darkly. "And al stouned at his steuen and stonstil seten / In a swoghe sylence þurȝ þe sale riche" becomes something like:
And all astounded at his [voice] and stone-still sit / In a swoonight silence through the [hall].

I love the words that survive - sometimes through a glass darkly. "And al stouned at his steuen and stonstil seten / In a swoghe sylence þurȝ þe sale riche" becomes something like:
And all astounded at his [voice] and stone-still sit / In a swoonight silence through the [hall].

Oh, how I'd love to visit Pulo Prabang and the Buddhist monastery at Kumai! But as it is a fictional Malaysian island, I can only savor it in my mind's eye.

Jack: Do you know how [the last American war] began?
Young Fleming: Yes, sir. It was about tea, which they did not choose to pay duty on. They called out 'No reproduction without copulation' and tossed it into Boston harbour.

in his on honde he hade a holyn bobbe
þat is grattest in grene when greuez ar bare
and an ax in his oþer a hoge and vnmete
a spetos sparþe to expoun in spelle quoso my3t

Stephen: "Tell me, sir, do you know of any banker that really understands his business? Some modern Fugger?"
Jack remonstrates with him, anxious not to offend his guests. And then:
'I refer to the Fuggers, Mr Aubrey,' said Stephen, looking coldly at him. 'The Fuggers, I repeat, an eminent High Dutch family of bankers, the very type of those who understood their business, particularly in the time of Charles V.'

Ooh, I really like Sanderson's "Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell" as well

Blaine to Stephen: "London is full of bumpkins at this time of the year; they stare about them like oxen."

p. 153: [The] nearby hamlets learnt that a pirate was moored in Polcombe cove, intending to ravish the countryside, carrying off the maidens to Barbary. At this the young women for some miles around hurried to the edge of the precipice, to view their ravishers, and perhaps to implore their mercy[.]

Jack and Stephen bantering about the tides. That is all. <3

I particularly liked the first few, but I'm getting somewhat less impressed as I go. But so far, the only one I've affirmatively disliked was "Catastrophic Disruption of the Head" - due, no doubt, to the aggressively hateful and nihilistic first-person narrator.