"If I hit him, he'll hit me too," Anton Petrovich thought in a flash. He pulled off the glove with a final yank and threw it awkwa...rdly at Berg. The glove slapped against the wall and dropped into the washstand pitcher. "Good shot," said Berg.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In a coat of fur And a porpentine cat... And a wopsical hat: How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot! (Whether his mouth be open or shut).LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can live without it all-- love with its blood pump,... sex with its messy hungers, men with their peacock strutting, their silly sexual baggage, their wet tongues in my ear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To de-animalize human mentality, to purge it of obsolete evolutionary characteristics, in particular of death,... which foreknowledge terrorizes the contents of skulls with, is the fundamental project of technology;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
a ring of skull- bone fused to the inside of a helmet; a pair of eyeglasses... taken off the eyes of an eyewitness, without glass, which vanished, when a white flash sparkled.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I saw a ship of martial build (Her standards set, her brave apparel on)... Directed as by madness mere Against a stolid iceberg steer, Nor budge it, though the infatuate ship went down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Adrift dissolving, bound for death; Though lumpish thou, a lumbering one--... A lumbering lubbard loitering slow, Impingers rue thee and go down, Sounding thy precipice below, Nor stir the slimy slug that sprawls Along thy dead indifference of walls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »