The master plan was laid out months ago. Jack Kemp would give 200 rubber-chicken dinners (sometimes it's meatballs or just cocktai...ls) between Jan. 1, 1995, and Jan. l, 1996. What the plan did not say was that he would be expected to deliver the same lines, ingratiate himself to political hangers-on and, most humiliating of all, beg them for money.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lisa Fremont: Surprise is the most important element of attack. And besides, you're not up on your private eye literature. When th...ey're in trouble it's always their girl Friday who gets them out of it. L.B. Jeffries: Well, is she the girl who saves him from the clutches of the seductive show girls and the over passionate daughters of the rich? Lisa Fremont: The same. L.B. Jeffries: That's the one, huh? But he never ends up marrying her, does he? That's strange.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is not revolutionary on our part to ask a share in our Government. We are demanding it because it is in accord with American id...eals and absolutely essential to the establishment of true democracy. A democratic form of government is right or it is not right--it is either right that the people should be self- governed or that they should not. If it is not right, then we ought to know it; the whole people ought to know it. If it is right, then the whole people ought to have equal opportunities in self-government.... Some one asked Wendell Phillips if Christianity were not a failure and he replied, "It has not yet been tried." So we can say in regard to democracy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades! Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!... O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,-- Depart,--be off,--excede,--evade,--erump!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave;... Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide;... The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas for those two loving ones! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned;... But Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster-shop for mermaids down below.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »