Good-bye, proud world! I'm Going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.... Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Good-bye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love!... I'm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my Fancy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Maybe it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who knows?), Maybe it is you the mortal knob really undoing, ...turning--so now finally, Good-bye--and hail! my Fancy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Farmers in overalls and wide-brimmed straw hats lounge about the store on hot summer days, when the most common sound is the thump...-thump-thump of a hound's leg on the floor as he scratches contentedly. Oldtime hunters say that fleas are a hound's salvation: his constant twisting and clawing in pursuit of the tormentors keeps his joints supple.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Which is more important to you, your field or your children?" the department head asked. She replied, "That's like asking me if I... could walk better if you amputated my right leg or my left leg."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the fragrant lack of practicality that makes high-heeled shoes so fascinating: in terms of static mechanics they induce a so...rt of insecurity which some find titillating. If a woman wears a high-heeled shoe it changes the apparent musculature of the leg so that you get an effect of twanging sinew, of tension needing to be released. Her bottom sticks out like an offering. At the same time, the lofty perch is an expression of vulnerability, she is effectively hobbled and unable to escape. There is something arousing about this declaration that she is prepared to sacrifice function for form.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »