english

I'm all self-taught. I never had a teacher. Even for English, and French, and German, I hardly went to school.

I'm English. Our dentistry is not world famous.

Polysyllables obfuscate a preponderant ignorance with so much more style and panache.

For him, the kampung was a place to live and work that was based on a steadfast and intimate relationship between man and nature. The village was a true reflection of life in the tropics.

Everything has been planned. The ascent will be completed in two days_ time. He will climb another one hundred floors today. Another hundred the next day. He does not want to take the lift. The rush of life causes people to drown in the temporary. He wishes to dip into eternity before he leaves.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

Libraries are always bigger on the inside because every book has an entire word inside of it.

Bad people? What kind of bad people? Members of the Church of Satan? Insurance salesmen? People who don__ speak English?

I can't allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.

But the English are different, and they don__ know how to be other than different.

Father Hobbe, his cassock skirts hitched up to his waist, was fighting with a quarterstaff, ramming the pole into French faces. __n the name of the Father,_ he shouted, and a Frenchman reeled back with a pulped eye, __nd of the Son,_ Father Hobbe snarled as he broke a man__ nose, __nd of the Holy Ghost!

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

Really, it is unfair to say that English spelling is not an accurate rendering of speech. It is _ it's only that it renders the speech of the 16th century.

He had a voice you couldn't miss: strong and penetrating with strange vowels that sounded different from the accents of other English speakers even to me. I later discovered that he was Canadian.

Remember BarbaraIt rained all day on Brest that dayAnd you walked smilingFlushed enraptured streaming-wetIn the rainRemember BarbaraIt rained all day on Brest that dayAnd I ran into you in Siam StreetYou were smilingAnd I smiled tooRemember BarbaraYou whom I didn't knowYou who didn't know meRememberRemember that day stillDon't forgetA man was taking cover on a porchAnd he cried your nameBarbaraAnd you ran to him in the rainStreaming-wet enraptured flushedAnd you threw yourself in his armsRemember that BarbaraAnd don't be mad if I speak familiarlyI speak familiarly to everyone I loveEven if I've seen them only onceI speak familiarly to all who are in loveEven if I don't know themRemember BarbaraDon't forgetThat good and happy rainOn your happy faceOn that happy townThat rain upon the seaUpon the arsenalUpon the Ushant boatOh BarbaraWhat shitstupidity the warNow what's become of youUnder this iron rainOf fire and steel and bloodAnd he who held you in his armsAmorouslyIs he dead and gone or still so much aliveOh BarbaraIt's rained all day on Brest todayAs it was raining beforeBut it isn't the same anymoreAnd everything is wreckedIt's a rain of mourning terrible and desolateNor is it still a stormOf iron and steel and bloodBut simply cloudsThat die like dogsDogs that disappearIn the downpour drowning BrestAnd float away to rotA long way offA long long way from BrestOf which there's nothing left.

English:_, take this eager dance you fool, don__ brandish your stick at me. I have several reasons to travel on, on to the endless sea: I have lost my love. I__e drunk my purse. My girl has gone, and left me rags to sleep upon. These old man__ gloves conceal the hands with which I__e killed but one!Francais: Idiot, prends cette danse ardente, au lieu de tendre ton bâton.J'en ai des raisons de voyager encore sur la mer infinie: J'ai perdu l'amour et j'ai bu ma bourse.Ma belle m'a quitté, j'ai ses haillons pour m'abriter. Mes gants de vieillard cachent les mains d'un fameux assassin!

Real love is booty grabbin

Once upon a time You dressed so fine