(Salinger) Zooey, his face expressionless, locked a new blade into his razor and began his second-time-over shave.
(Salinger) Mrs. Glass advanced, meditatively. "Zooey. .." she said. "I've been thinking." Her usual seating accommodation was directly at Zooey's left. She started to lower herself into place. \ "Don't sit down! Let me drink you in first," Zooey said. Getting out of the tub, putting on his trousers, and combing his hair had apparently raised his spirits. "It isn't often we have visitors at our little chapel, and when we do, we try to make them feel-"
You're none of you any help whatsoever. But none! Your father doesn't even like to talk about anything like this. [ ... ] "He lives entirely in the past. But entirely. He hardly ever even watches television, unless you're on. And don't laugh, Zooey. It isn't funny."
Ahh, by George. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to get anything really classy past you, Bessie girl. You know what your heart is, Bessie? Would you like to know what your heart is? Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.
She nudged an unopened box of Sal Hepatica a little with the trowel of her extended fingers to align it with the other sempervirents in its row, and then closed the cabinet door.
She opened its mirror-faced door and surveyed the congested shelves with the eye—or, rather, the masterly squint—of a dedicated medicine-cabinet gardener. Before her, in overly luxuriant rows, was a host, so to speak, of golden pharmaceuticals, plus a few technically less indigenous whatnots.
It appeared to contain an object roughly the size of the Hope diamond or an irrigation attachment.
Zooey, finished reading, treated it with some little care as he put the letter back into page-one order.
Salinger: " For one good enough reason, Advanced Writing 24-A loaded me up with thirty-eight short stories to drag tearfully home for the weekend. Thirty-seven of them will be about a shy, reclusive Pennsylvania Dutch lesbian who Wants To Write, toldfirst-person by a lecherous hired hand. In dialect."
The only weak brother I am willing to consider is (to make a bull for once) my wife.
I see women marrying indiscriminately with staring burgesses and ferret-faced, white-eyed boys, and men dwell in contentment with noisy scullions, or taking into their lives acidulous vestals. (Virginibus Puerisque)
(from baseball) "top of the ninth" : heard in BornOn4July(movie); also ""To repeat the old saying, it’s the top of the ninth and humanity has been hitting nature hard. But we must remember that nature hits last!" - baseball-based idiom?
What's the use of bein' narrer just because yer luck is bad?
Montgomery Blair: You need us to keep the conservative side of the party in the traces while you diddle the radicals and bundle up with Thaddeus Stevens's gang. You need our help!
These scenes have a natural warmth, helped by convincing performances by Renfro, the non-pro actor discovered in "The Client," and Mazzello, who never makes a play for sympathy.
We could hear the drowning folk lament the absent chicken coop;
The City rests for man so weird and awful,. That his intrusion there might seem unlawful,
He would not say it. He would not admit that he wanted to die, to have done.
The first snowdrops came. He saw the tiny drop-pearls among the grey. //SL ch 15
“It hasn’t,” he said. “The go is there.” // sons and lovers chapter 14
“Are yer goin’ to take that top-coat off,” he said, “or are you goin’ to lie down to it?” (S&L ch 13) = понеслась?
“Fancy,” he said, stirring his tea, “having tea brought to bed to me! My mother ’ll think I’m ruined for life.” \ “Don’t she never do it?” asked Mrs. Radford. \ “She’d as leave think of flying.”
It had been different then, but he had not left her even yet. (SL ch 12) ; “You’ll go and knock yourself up. You’d better drink hot milk.”
His mother got up. She knocked the fire.
“I said we’d have done altogether,” he said. \\sl ch 11
Kate Tempest: And while they’re shot in water \ They’re jailing kids for shop in copper suits. ("Cannibal kids")
"It can be disconcerting to dope out a positive pedigree play only to find your horse open at even money."
" No; he never travels with the hydrogen derivatives. " O Henry
"I wouldn't have this double handicap make a false start to-night for a million," he said. - O Henry
"You came up the trail from the Double-Elm Fork," he said promisingly. "As you crossed it you must have seen an old deserted jacal to your left under a comma mott." - O H
I got in the habit of looking for mine, and I managed to soak in a little straight or some spilled Martini or Manhattan whenever I could. - OH
"Come to think of it," remarked California Ed, "it's funny some ain't drifted in. Town ain't settled enough yet for to bring in the rubber- ring brigade, I reckon." - do.
"No, Jud," I said, sincerely, "I meant it. It seems to me I'd swap my pony and saddle for a stack of buttered brown pancakes with some first crop, open kettle, New Orleans sweetening. - O.H.
"The car felt pretty much in balance and similar to what I had on Friday and I was able to push in the lap but it is always tricky to push in these ... " -- harking to the antipodean radio.
"The tall white lilies were reeling in the moonlight, and the air was charged with their perfume, as with a presence." - reel
"So you keep wagging on, then?" \ "Ay," answered Mrs. Morel deprecatingly. "There's nothing else for it." -- wag