quotation debate, part II - Page 4 - ZEFRANK.COM

zero · 03-01-2008, 12:44 PM

with a hey and a ho and hey-nonny-no!
that o'er the green cornfield did pass,
hey-nonny-no, hey-nonny-no!
in the springtime, only ring time, birds do song,
hey-ding-a-ding-ding, hey-ding-a-ding-ding

- william shakespeare as you like it

Marcus Bales · 03-01-2008, 01:06 PM

The bells of hell go ring a ling a ling
For you but not for me
The demons grin and sing a ling a ling
In four-part harmony
They sing they'll off your ding a ling a ling
And eat it like a Brie
O Death where is thy sting a ling a ling
Or Grave thy victoreeeeeee?
The bells of hell go ring a ling a ling
For you but not for me.

-- anon, with help from the Poetry Rewrite Desk

YsaPur EsChomuw · 03-02-2008, 03:52 AM

Later she was scared. Of saying yes. Of saying no. Of saying yes then realising she should have said no. Of saying no then realising she should have said yes. Of being naked in front of another man when her body sometimes made her feel like weeping.

Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother

zero · 03-02-2008, 12:19 PM

DEREK ZOOLANDER: im pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. and i plan on finding out what that is.

Marcus Bales · 03-02-2008, 01:00 PM

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth — more than ruin -- more even than death. ... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.
– Bertrand Russell

trisherina · 03-02-2008, 01:19 PM

Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff.

-- Jack Handey

Marcus Bales · 03-02-2008, 04:35 PM

Whenever people say 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add 'We must be realistic,' they mean they are going to make money out of it.

-- Brigid Brophy

12"razormix · 03-02-2008, 05:15 PM

people see the world not as it is, but as they are.

al lee

zero · 03-02-2008, 05:34 PM

DONKEY: blue flower, red thorns! blue flower, red thorns! blue flower, red thorns! oh, this would be so much easier if i wasn't color-blind!

- from shrek

Marcus Bales · 03-02-2008, 08:52 PM

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink. In our age there is no such thing as keeping out of politics. All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, language must suffer.

-George Orwell

trisherina · 03-02-2008, 09:12 PM

How did an allegedly free people spawn a vast, rampant cuttlefish of dominion with its tentacles in every orifice of the body politic?

P.J. O'Rourke, Parliament of Whores

Hyakujo's Fox · 03-02-2008, 09:50 PM

I would like to welcome our new squid overlords.

~ trisherina

brightpearl · 03-02-2008, 10:13 PM

A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere on my body. That's okay.

~Robert Downey, Jr.

YsaPur EsChomuw · 03-07-2008, 11:16 AM

He didn’t have a problem with homosexuality per se. Men having sex with men. One could imagine, if one was in the business of imagining such things, that there were situations where it might happen, situations in which chaps were denied the normal outlets. Military camps. Long sea voyages. One didn’t want to dwell on the plumbing but one could almost see it as a sporting activity. Letting off steam. High spirits. Handshake and a hot shower afterwards.
It was the thought of men purchasing furniture together which disturbed him. Men snuggling. More disconcerting, somehow, than shenanigans in public toilets. It gave him the unpleasant feeling that there was a weakness in the very fabric of the world. Like seeing a man hit a woman in the street. Or suddenly not being able to remember the bedroom you had as a child.
Still, things changed. Mobile phones. Thai restaurants. You had to remain elastic or you turned into an angry fossil railing at litter.

Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother

Marcus Bales · 03-07-2008, 01:33 PM

'Don't blame me, Pongo,' said Lord Ickenham, 'if Lady Constance takes her lorgnette to you. God bless my soul, though, you can't compare the lorgnettes of today with the ones I used to know as a boy. I remember walking one day on Grosvenor Square with my Aunt Brenda and her pug dog Jabberwocky, and a policeman came up and said the latter ought to be wearing a muzzle. My aunt made no verbal reply. She merely whipped her lorgnette from its holder and looked at the man, who gave one choking gasp and fell back against the railings, eyes starting as if he had seen some dreadful sight. A doctor was sent for, and they managed to bring him round, but he was never the same again. He had to leave the Force, and eventually drifted into the grocery business. And that is how Sir Thomas Lipton got his start.’
-- PG Wodehouse, "Uncle Fred in the Springtime", 1939

03-01-2008, 01:06 PM	#47
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	The bells of hell go ring a ling a ling For you but not for me The demons grin and sing a ling a ling In four-part harmony They sing they'll off your ding a ling a ling And eat it like a Brie O Death where is thy sting a ling a ling Or Grave thy victoreeeeeee? The bells of hell go ring a ling a ling For you but not for me. -- anon, with help from the Poetry Rewrite Desk __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

03-02-2008, 01:00 PM	#50
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth — more than ruin -- more even than death. ... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man. – Bertrand Russell __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

03-02-2008, 01:19 PM	#51
trisherina meretricious dilettante Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 11,068	Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff. -- Jack Handey __________________ Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -- Annie Dillard

03-02-2008, 04:35 PM	#52
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	Whenever people say 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add 'We must be realistic,' they mean they are going to make money out of it. -- Brigid Brophy __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

03-02-2008, 08:52 PM	#55
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink. In our age there is no such thing as keeping out of politics. All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, language must suffer. -George Orwell __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

03-01-2008, 12:44 PM	#46
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	with a hey and a ho and hey-nonny-no! that o'er the green cornfield did pass, hey-nonny-no, hey-nonny-no! in the springtime, only ring time, birds do song, hey-ding-a-ding-ding, hey-ding-a-ding-ding - william shakespeare as you like it

03-02-2008, 03:52 AM	#48
YsaPur EsChomuw oi Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 5,208	Later she was scared. Of saying yes. Of saying no. Of saying yes then realising she should have said no. Of saying no then realising she should have said yes. Of being naked in front of another man when her body sometimes made her feel like weeping. Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother

03-02-2008, 12:19 PM	#49
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	DEREK ZOOLANDER: im pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. and i plan on finding out what that is.

03-02-2008, 05:15 PM	#53
12"razormix ° ★ ° Join Date: May 2004 Location: ªs°k° Posts: 6,458	people see the world not as it is, but as they are. al lee

03-02-2008, 05:34 PM	#54
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	DONKEY: blue flower, red thorns! blue flower, red thorns! blue flower, red thorns! oh, this would be so much easier if i wasn't color-blind! - from shrek

03-02-2008, 09:12 PM	#56
trisherina meretricious dilettante Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 11,068	How did an allegedly free people spawn a vast, rampant cuttlefish of dominion with its tentacles in every orifice of the body politic? P.J. O'Rourke, Parliament of Whores __________________ Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -- Annie Dillard

03-02-2008, 09:50 PM	#57
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	I would like to welcome our new squid overlords. ~ trisherina

03-02-2008, 10:13 PM	#58
brightpearl Rhinoceros fan Join Date: Mar 2007 Posts: 8,749	A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere on my body. That's okay. ~Robert Downey, Jr.

03-07-2008, 11:16 AM	#59
YsaPur EsChomuw oi Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 5,208	He didn’t have a problem with homosexuality per se. Men having sex with men. One could imagine, if one was in the business of imagining such things, that there were situations where it might happen, situations in which chaps were denied the normal outlets. Military camps. Long sea voyages. One didn’t want to dwell on the plumbing but one could almost see it as a sporting activity. Letting off steam. High spirits. Handshake and a hot shower afterwards. It was the thought of men purchasing furniture together which disturbed him. Men snuggling. More disconcerting, somehow, than shenanigans in public toilets. It gave him the unpleasant feeling that there was a weakness in the very fabric of the world. Like seeing a man hit a woman in the street. Or suddenly not being able to remember the bedroom you had as a child. Still, things changed. Mobile phones. Thai restaurants. You had to remain elastic or you turned into an angry fossil railing at litter. Mark Haddon: A Spot of Bother

03-07-2008, 01:33 PM	#60
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	'Don't blame me, Pongo,' said Lord Ickenham, 'if Lady Constance takes her lorgnette to you. God bless my soul, though, you can't compare the lorgnettes of today with the ones I used to know as a boy. I remember walking one day on Grosvenor Square with my Aunt Brenda and her pug dog Jabberwocky, and a policeman came up and said the latter ought to be wearing a muzzle. My aunt made no verbal reply. She merely whipped her lorgnette from its holder and looked at the man, who gave one choking gasp and fell back against the railings, eyes starting as if he had seen some dreadful sight. A doctor was sent for, and they managed to bring him round, but he was never the same again. He had to leave the Force, and eventually drifted into the grocery business. And that is how Sir Thomas Lipton got his start.’ -- PG Wodehouse, "Uncle Fred in the Springtime", 1939 __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

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