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PLAYS (37) All's well that ends well Antony and Cleopatra As you …
I want to have finished reading the complete works of Shakespeare before the end of this year.
Miss Slowboy, conscious of some mysterious reference to The Old Gentleman, and connecting in her mystified imagination certain associations of a religious nature with the phrase, was so disturbed, that hastily rising from the low chair by the fire to seek protection near the skirts of her mistress, and coming into contact as she crossed the doorway with an ancient Stranger, she instinctively made a charge or butt at him with the only offensive instrument within her reach. This instrument happening to be the baby, great commotion and alarm ensued, which the sagacity of Boxer rather tended to increase; for that good dog, more thoughtful than its master, had, it seemed, been watching the old gentleman in his sleep, lest he should walk off with a few young poplar trees that were tied up behind the cart; and he still attended on him very closely, worrying his gaiters in fact, and making dead sets at the buttons.
— The Christmas Books (Penguin Popular Classics) by Charles Dickens (Page 170)
🤭 Oh no! 😅
The clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being a man of strong imagination, he failed.
— The Christmas Books (Penguin Popular Classics) by Charles Dickens (Page 9)
Content warning Mention of dead Marley
Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail
— The Christmas Books (Penguin Popular Classics) by Charles Dickens (Page 7)
The first page is almost completely filled with statements that Marley was dead, to begin with. And, yes, it is for the story indeed important that the reader knows it.
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year old Druid Atticus O’ Sullivan …
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year …
Lacking a teddy bear or a pillow or even Oberon, I took small comfort snuggling up with Fragarach.
— Hammered by Kevin Hearne (Page 142)
Awwwwh.
But, wouldn't that be dangerous?
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year …
He didn't object to the quote itself but to the idea I was starting a Shakespearean quote duel while we were running for our lives.
— Hammered by Kevin Hearne (Page 129)
Why? Isn't it a perfect moment for a Shakespearean quote duel?
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year …
Getting hit with something akin to a giant knotted sailor's rope isn't as bad as getting hit by a bus, but it isn't like getting tickled with butterfly wings either.
— Hammered by Kevin Hearne (Page 111)
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year …
"No doubt. I was just on my way to grab some lunch. Fancy a bite?" "You buying?" Jesus grinned. "Sure. I'll pick up the tab. How long have you been here?" The light turned green again and we walked north up Mill Avenue. "I arrived just before you showed up," he said. "Heard from my mother you wanted to have a beer." "That's right, I told her that. She was very kind and blessed some arrows for me. And I'm flattered that you decided to accept my invitation." "Are you kidding?" Jesus snorted. "I'm grateful to you. I tell you truly, nobody ever wants to just hang out with me. If they're not asking for explanations or intercessions, then they're sharing too much information. 'Why, Jesus? Help me Jesus! Oh, Jesus, that feels good, don't stop!' That's all I hear all the time. You're the only guy who asks me to go have a beer anymore."
— Hammered by Kevin Hearne (Page 99)
That last bit... That last one of what they say him all the time... 👀
In the third novel in the New York Times bestselling Iron Druid Chronicles, two-thousand year …
Content warning Not actually swearing, though it looks like it.
Oh, Jesus Christ...
That's not nothing...
