I am certainly anti-Israel, and I have become anti-Semitic.
The President sucked in his breath sharply. He also sucked in a big fly that happened to be passing at the time. He choked.
The Greeks have a trick of disguising a poor quality wine by adding pine resin to it, the idea being that the taste of the resin is not quite so appalling as the taste of the wine. We drank retsina because that was all there was.
And Matilda found, to her surprise, that life could be fun. She decided to have as much fun as possible. After all, she was a very smart kid.
It seemed to be suspended by some invisible thread, like a toy bird hanging from the ceiling.
This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical.
I look and smell,’ Aunt Sponge declared, ’as lovely as a rose!
Ughhhhhhhh!’ he said. ‘Arghhhhhhhh! Ouchhhhhhhh!
I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I.
Slowly, wearily, the foxes began to slope the tunnel up.
My dear boy,’ Mr Wonka answered, ‘if we don’t come down at a terrific speed, we’ll never burst our way back in through the roof of the factory. It’s not easy to punch a hole in a roof as strong as that.’ ‘But there’s a hole in it already,’ said Charlie. ‘We made it when we came out.’ ‘Then we shall make another,’ said Mr Wonka. ‘Two holes are better than one. Any mouse will tell you that.
Dear children far across the sea, How nice of you to write to me. I love to hear the things you say When you are miles and miles away. All children, and I think I’m right, Are nicer when they’re out of sight!
But Mr Tibbs didn’t hesitate for long. ‘Tell the head gardener,’ he whispered, ’that I require immediately a brand new unused garden fork and also a spade. And for a knife we shall use the great sword hanging on the wall in the morning-room. But clean the sword well first. It was last used to cut off the head of King Charles the First and there may still be a little dried blood on the blade.
A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.
You mean to tell me,’ I said, ‘that every time I pleasure a young lady, I shoot into her two thousand million spermatozoa?’ ‘Absolutely.’ ‘All squiggling and squirming and thrashing about?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘No wonder it gives her a charge,’ I said. A.
It’s worse than that, William! It’s diabolical! Do you know what this means? It means that decent folk like you and me can’t even go out and have a little fun at night without risking a broken leg or arm. We might even break our necks!
The romance, alas, waned and withered but the quiche lived on.
This Giant had some sort of magic in his legs.
It was all this, I think, that made me begin to have doubts about religion and even about God. If this person, I kept telling myself, was one of God’s chosen salesmen on earth, then there must be something very wrong about the whole business.
The Trunchbull” is no match for Matilda!