When the water of a place is bad it is safest to drink none that has not been filtered through either the berry of a grape, or els...e a tub of malt. These are the most reliable filters yet invented.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Never would it occur to a child that a sheep, a pig, a cow or a chicken was good to eat, while, like Milton's Adam, he would eager...ly make a meal off fruits, nuts, thyme, mint, peas and broad beans which penetrate further and stimulate not only the appetite but other vague and deep nostalgias. We are closer to the Vegetable Kingdom than we know; is it not for man alone that mint, thyme, sage, and rosemary exhale "crush me and eat me!"Mfor us that opium poppy, coffee-berry, teaplant and vine perfect themselves? Their aim is to be absorbed by us, even if it can only be achieved by attaching themselves to roast mutton.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All Presidents start out to run a crusade but after a couple of years they find they are running something less heroic and much mo...re intractable: namely the presidency. The people are well cured by then of election fever, during which they think they are choosing Moses. In the third year, they look on the man as a sinner and a bumbler and begin to poke around for rumours of another Messiah.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In those days, the blag slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the side of our hill. Not enough to mar the coun...tryside nor blacken the beauty of our village. For the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers between the green.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry,... O Nymph more bright Than moonshine night, Like kidlings blithe and merry. Ripe as the melting cluster, No lily has such lustre, Yet hard to tame, As raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,... Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I drink the five o'clock martinis and poke at this dry page like a rough... goat. Fool! I fumble my lost childhood for a mother and lounge in sad stuff with love to catch and catch as catch can.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When thou once Was beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st... Hirtius and Pasa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, Thou daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge. Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed. On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »