bzoooty has adopted no words, looked up 0 words, created 2 lists, listed 44 words, written 2 comments, added 0 tags, and loved 24 words.
bzoooty has adopted no words, looked up 0 words, created 2 lists, listed 44 words, written 2 comments, added 0 tags, and loved 24 words.
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bzoooty commented on the word monstropolous
Time makes everything old so the kissing, young darkness became a monstropolous old thing while Janie talked.
-Zora Neal Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937, p. 7)
The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles a hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of his dikes and ran forward until he met the quarters; uprooted them like grass and rushed on after his supposed-to-be conquerors, rolling the dikes, rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers. The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel.
-Zora Neal Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
So for a few days he ignored the decision of the coin and just drove around with the Hoover tube. At night he looked out through the windshield into the monstropolous sky and had the old realization of his universal proportions, feeling what it was to be tiny and rootless. He thought about the dent he might make on the world if he disappeared, and it seemed negligible, too small to calculate. He squandered spare minutes wondering whether 'Hoover' had become a generic term for vacuum cleaners or whether it was, as others have argued, just a brand name. And all the time the Hoover tube lay like a great flaccid cock on his back seat, mocking his quiet fear, laughing at his pigeon-steps as he approached the executioner, sneering at his impotent indecision.
-Zadie Smith, White Teeth (2000, p. 10)
November 6, 2010
bzoooty commented on the word squillion
It doesn't alter the point that Barry made, even if he didn't know he was making it: we have about seven squillion hours' worth of recorded music in here and there's hardly a minute of it that describes how Laura's feeling now.
-Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (1995, pp. 109-11)
There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them
-Nick Hornby, About a Boy (1998, p. 179)
November 17, 2009