There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate lay a poor ma...n named Lazarus, covered with sores, who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man's table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And true, they are hurling spittle, rock, Garbage and fruit in Little Rock.... And I saw coiling storm a-writhe On bright madonnas. And a scythe Of men harassing brownish girls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[Ognev] recalled endless, heated, purely Russian arguments, when the wranglers, spraying spittle and banging their fists on the ta...ble, fail to understand yet interrupt one another, themselves not even noticing it, contradict themselves with every phrase, change the subject, then, having argued for two or three hours, begin to laugh.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The ladies egged him on; in Eve's name, they dared him; so he made love with discreet verbs and light nouns, delicate conjunctions.... They begged; they defied him to define ... define everything.... Indecent prepositions such as in, on, up, merely made them smile, and the roundest exclamation broke upon them like a bubble's kiss, a butterfly's. Smooth and creamy adjectives enabled them to lick their lips upon the crudest story. How charmingly you speak, Reverend Furber how much you've seen of this wicked world, and how alive you are to it, they said.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As God is my witness, they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry ag...ain. No, nor any of my folks. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill, as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »