Washington is a city of locker-room boys, and all the old, outmoded notions apply: men and women are ushered to separate rooms aft...er dinner, sex is dirty, and they are still serving onion-soup dip.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty ... but in no time you'd be down to its innards, tears... streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But could a dream send up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes... And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms Even if we were willing to let it in,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at ano...ther man's table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze, though he has never so much a mind to it, nor do a many things which a body may do freely by one's self.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With a broad shoehorn I am unstuffing a big bird in this dream... Msomebody else's holiday feast-- and repacking the crop of my own, knowing it will burst with such onion, oyster, savory bread crust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Two kinds of symbol must surely be distinguished. The algebraic symbol comes naked into the world of mathematics and is clothed wi...th value by its masters. A poetic symbol--like the Rose, for Love, in Guillaume de Lorris--comes trailing clouds of glory from the real world, clouds whose shape and colour largely determine and explain its poetic use. In an equation, x and y will do as well as a and b; but the Romance of the Rose could not, without loss, be re-written as the Romance of the Onion, and if a man did not see why, we could only send him back to the real world to study roses, onions, and love, all of them still untouched by poetry, still raw.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Frenchman Jean-Paul ... Sartre I remember now was his last name had a dialectical mind good as a machine for cybernetics, imme...nse in its way, he could peel a nuance like an onion, but he had no sense of evil, the anguish of God, and the possible existence of Satan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »