Let the great soul incarnated in some woman's form, poor and sad and single, in some Dolly or Joan, go out to service, and sweep c...hambers and scour floors, and its effulgent daybeams cannot be muffled or hid, but to sweep and scour will instantly appear supreme and beautiful actions, the top and radiance of human life, and all people will get mops and brooms; until, lo! suddenly the great soul has enshrined itself in some other form, and done some other deed, and that is now the flower and head of all living nature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence....
We'll sport and be free with Frank, Betty, and Dolly, Have lobsters and oysters to cure melancholy; Fish dinners will make a man spring like a flea, Dame Venus, love's lady, was born of the sea; With her and with Bacchus we'll tickle the sense, For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Murder's never perfect. Always comes apart sooner or later. And when two people are involved, it's usually sooner.... Sometime, so...mewhere, they've got to meet. Their emotions are all kicked up. Whether it's love or hate doesn't matter. They can't keep away from each other. They may think it's twice as safe because there are two of them. But it isn't twice as safe. It's ten times twice as dangerous. They've committed a murder! And it's not like taking a trolley ride together where they can get off at different stops. They're stuck with each other and they've got to ride all the way to the end of the line and it's a one-way trip, and the last stop is the cemetery.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »