I dinna like this, Rob,’ said a Feegle. ‘It’s too quiet.’
‘Aye, Slightly Sane Georgie, it is that-‘
‘You are my sunshine, my only su-‘
‘Daft Wullie!’ snapped Rob, without taking his eyes off the strange landscape.
The singing stopped. ‘Aye, Rob?’ said Daft Wullie from behind him.
‘Ye ken I said I’d tell ye when ye wuz guilty o’ stupid and inna-pro-pre-ate behavior?’
‘Aye, Rob,’ said Daft Wullie. ‘That wuz another one o’ those times, wuz it?’
In any case, it’s the cowardice of people like you who give dictators the chance to install themselves!
Jude used to try to make me laugh, and when I’d crack a smile he’d keep the joke going , like breath on an ember, making it grow into a fit of giggles that’d echo around the whole forest and make all the birds in the trees quiet.
If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.
I had staked all on Gussie making a favourable impression on his hostess, basing my confidence on the fact that he was one of those timid, obsequious, teacup-passing, thin-bread- and-butter-offering, yes-men whom women of my Aunt Dahlia’s type nearly always like at first sight.
Like most seasoned phonies, I roundly suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am.
Arthur checked himself into a small motel on the outskirts of town, and sat glumly on the bed, which was damp, and flipped through the little information brochure, which was also damp. It said that the planet of NowWhat had been named after the opening words of the first settlers to arrive there after struggling across light years of space to reach the furthest unexplored outreaches of the Galaxy. The main town was called OhWell.
Percy was getting tired of water.
If he said that aloud, he would probably get kicked out of Poseidon’s Junior Sea Scouts, but he didn’t care.
Just because 2 billion people believe it, doesn’t mean it’s true.
He’s like six hundred years younger than you are. I refuse to be the moral compass of our cell! Most weekends I have an intoxispell bong attached to my mouth like a respirator. I love scatological humor, and I list ‘pranks involving nuclear waste’ and ‘making demons eat things’ as my hobbies.