Navajo men and boys have an odd way of showing their friendship. When two young men meet at the trading post, a "Sing", or a dance... they greet each other, inquire about the health of their respective families, then stand silently some ten or fifteen minutes while one feels the other's arms, shoulders, and chest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You know I'd a shot her when she come runnin' up here, but she's got the blame best lookin' legs I ever seen.... Well, I'll be a s...uck egg mule--legs like that and can shoot too.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I swims in the Tagus all across at once, and I rides on an ass or a mule, and swears Portuguese, and have got a diarrhoea and bite...s from the mosquitoes. But what of that? Comfort must not be expected by folks that go a pleasuring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh! Caesonia, I knew men could despair, but I did not know what that word meant. I thought like, everyone else, that it was an ail...ment of the soul. But no, it is the body that suffers. My skin hurts, my chest, my limbs. I am feeling lightheaded and nauseated. And the most horrible is this taste in my mouth. Neither blood, nor death, nor fever, but all of them at once.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that "all of our problems" come from... such goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky! ...>And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him When are you going to stop people killing whales!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man is head, chest and stomach. Each of these animals operates, more often than not, individually. I eat, I feel, I even, although... rarely, think.... This jungle crawls and teems, is hungry, roars, gets angry, devours itself, and its cacophonic concert does not even stop when you are asleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Revolution? Unscrew the flag-staff, wrap the bunting in the oil covers, and put the thing in the clothes-chest. Let the old lady b...ring you your house-slippers and untie your fiery red necktie. You always make revolutions with your mugs, your republic--nothing but an industrial accident.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »