ellauri008.html on line 466: I found Conrad himself standing at the door of the house ready to receive me. His appearance was really that of a Polish nobleman. His manner was perfect, almost too elaborate; so nervous and sympathetic that every fibre of him seemed electric. He talked English with a strong accent, as if he tasted his words in his mouth before pronouncing them; but he talked extremely well, though he had always the talk and manner of a foreigner. He was dressed very carefully in a blue double-breasted jacket. He talked apparently with great freedom about his life — more ease and freedom indeed than an Englishman would have allowed himself. He spoke of the horrors of the Congo, from the moral and physical shock of which he said he had never recovered.
ellauri042.html on line 817: His moronic patients called him “deeply eccentric” and described him as “huge, a full beard, black leather jacket covering T-shirts riddled with holes, huge shoes, his trousers looking like they were going to slide off his body.” A friend from Sacks’s days as a medical resident remembers him as a “big, free-ranging animal” who one day “drank some blood … chasing it with milk. There was something about his need to cross taboos. Back in those days, in the early ’60s, he was heavily into drugs, downing whole handfuls of them, especially speed and LSD.”
ellauri141.html on line 369: Art Beck is a San Francisco poet and translator who has published three books of original poetry — most recently Summer With All Its Clothes Off (Gravida, 2005). (jacketmagazine.com/34/beck-horace.shtml">http://jacketmagazine.com/34/beck-horace.shtml)
ellauri145.html on line 539: What rebellious teenager could resist this kind of thing? You’ve got your long hair, your leather jacket, your Slayer albums and your combat boots. You’ve got a guitar you can almost play. What completes that ensemble better than a copy of “The Antichrist,” placed conspicuously on your book stand? It’ll scare your parents if they’re religious, it’ll freak out your friends, and maybe you can find a sentence that sounds profound and memorize it so you can win some points for being deep. Get an inch or two deeper between her legs.
ellauri145.html on line 541: Now, this is perhaps not quite fair to all the teenagers who read Nietzsche. Some of them may actually understand him, at least partially, including the long-haired leather jacket-wearing ones. And there really is a little blood and thunder in Nietzsche’s philosophy, a little punk rock. Regardless, the popular image is probably a bigger driver for book sales of Nietzsche’s work than anything he actually said or any point he actually made.
ellauri151.html on line 118: Gide had a half satanic, half monk-like mien; he put one in mind of portraits of Baudelaire. Withal there was something exotic about him. He would appear in a red waistcoat, black velvet jacket and beige-coloured trousers and, in lieu of collar and tie, a loosely knotted scarf. (Frizuliina.)
ellauri182.html on line 387: bjútíblundur "beauty sleep", bleiserjakki "blazer jacket", ginflaska "bottle of
ellauri220.html on line 643: Tizzone. Italian word for black person. Literal meaning is burnt. " So lets get this straight, your'e ditsoon, charcoal briquette. Get the ditsoon mug. ditsoon (rude & offensive) Black-skinned person. Etim. "tizzone" in Italian. Literally meaning "ember". " Yo, you! Yeah you! The ditsoon in the white jacket !"
ellauri222.html on line 503: Eleanor Klein is the one unmarried daughter of the Kleins; she is too fat to get a husband and is kind to Augie. She goes to Mexico during the Depression to stay with a cousin who makes leather jackets. She hopes to marry him, but is disappointed.
ellauri254.html on line 399: For the new year’s masquerade, Anastasia lent Remizov an anal hide for use as a costume. Remizov apparently cut the tail from this hide, and attached it to his rear so that it poked out of the front vent of his evening jacket. Anastasia failed to see the funny side, for she had borrowed the hide herself in order to lend it to Remizov. She complained in a letter:
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xxx/ellauri085.html on line 118: Plot Summary: A soundless mix of story fragments and images. Initially, images of death, a man with a guitar, a soirée. Some images are surreal: an older woman eats a leaf; a headless man pours a cocktail into his body. A woman in white walks toward a building, isolated and in ruins, where a man waits. Then more images, some in reflections, some distorted, many in close-ups: women's feet in high heels, two bare feet at play, a snail, a knife, a mask, a woman mugging next to it. Women provocatively dance. A woman's face, staring without affect, rises partially out of water. Now wearing a dark jacket, the woman in white runs as if for her life. Is death at hand, or just images?
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 447: Judas and Mary are explicitly paralleled through their matching costumes — red shirt/dress with black sleeves/jacket.
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