From dialogues or essays or what-have-you - tender, salty, memorable, quotable
I've not previously read "The lover's luck" (a play by Thomas Dilke). It was performed at the Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields in 1695.
However, this particular bit (said by Eager, A Sharper of the Town, that lives by Pimping and Cheating) had me grinning at its expressive salty quality:
EAGER: ❝Dam ye for an over-grown Bumpkin.—I'll slice you;—I'll carbonade
you, ye Dog, ye Tub of Cheese-curds and Hogs-wash, I'll kick
your Guts out.—Oounz, why don't you draw, you eternal Lubbard; I'll pink
you, I'll pink you as full of holes as a Cullender; I'll rip your heart out, you Joulterhead.❞
Could we keep this as a running thread for any particularly funny or powerful bits of dialogue that anyone may spot and want to quote?
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countessalmirena
OP2 years agoStill from "The lover's luck":
Goosandelo, A Self-admiring Fop: ❝I'll undertake to thaw a Womans heart, that's as cold as Ice, with my bare Appearance,—and insensibly riggle into her Affections with my pritty taking Movements, as thus.—So I come into a Room, and erect my self at a distance, thus;—observe my Eyes now.—Then I jut a little on, twisting my self thus.—Now look how I set my Feet.—Then I gracefully handle my Snuff-box thus;—pray mind my Hand.—Now she Smiles,—I spring forwards,—open my Arms,—and she poor Soul drops into my Bosom like a shooting Star, and there dissolves to Jelly.❞
Ha! He fancies himself right royally.
countessalmirena
OP2 years agoFrom one of my favourite poets, perhaps my very favourite — John Donne:
From The Sun Rising:
❝BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.❞
Everything he has written speaks powerfully, honestly, aptly…
cam-2793
·2 years agoFrom " Eugene" by Greg Egan
Do you know what gambling is?... Gambling is a kind of tax: a tax on stupidity. A tax on greed. Some money changes hands at random, but the net cash flow always goes one way- to the governments, to the casino operators, to the bookies, to the crime syndicates. If you ever do win, you won't have won against them. They'll still be getting their share. You'll have won against all the penniless Losers, that's all.
not_for_sale
·2 years agoSo what has changed lol?
cam-2793
·2 years agoSome Authors have such a turn of phrase. Try picturing this from " Only Forward" by Michael Marshall Smith.
You haven't seen mess until you have seen gravity fail in two directions.