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  • v. Present participle of prink.


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  • Maidie stared up at him, lost in amazement, unable either to speak or move as she felt his fingers moving deftly in her hair, running through her curls, and prinking them.


  • Sky like the inside of a saucepan and a mean little drizzle stinging your face, garden sunk deep in midwinter gloom, except for the winter-flowering cherry trees with small, sugar-pink blossoms prinking from bare branches to lift the heart.

    John Rentoul today puts Trevor Kavanagh and myself in the...

  • ‘You shall not be my reader,’ Semyon Matveitch announced to me at last, prinking and setting himself to rights in a repulsive way.

    The Jew and other stories

  • "No, I ken what you mean by that-Roger Mac showed me the wee picture ye drew for Jem, all tiny things like dragonflies, prinking in the flowers" He made an uncouth noise in the back of his throat.

    A Breath of Snow and Ashes

  • I always have felt sorry for you children, with no mother but only Ruth to bring you up — and she for ever prinking before her glass.

    Growing Pains

  • He was very sweet, very happy apparently. but flew in, such a butterfly — such a dandy, and kept prinking before the looking-glass.

    The Insulted and the Injured

  • ‘Why are you preening and prinking?’ says I. ‘I am ready to do anything to please you, Tit Vassilitch!’

    Crime and Punishment

  • No use prinking me mustache, the thing is preened to death.

    At Swim, Two Boys

  • 'Not prinking English popinjay families with too much bloody money.'

    Sharpe's Tiger

  • Having thus made public his embarrassment, she ran to the mirror to finish her own prinking.

    Ralestone Luck


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  • Porksword is no doubt an Elizabethan version of the modern pigsticker.

    February 2, 2010

  • Truer words were never spoken.

    February 2, 2010

  • The hogpen is mightier than the porksword.

    January 31, 2010

  • Hey, I daresay the occasional man wouldn't mind prinking and yaffling, if it meant he didn't have to build hogpens.

    January 31, 2010

  • I must confess. I am fond of the occasional prink and yaff. I am a lady, afterall.

    January 31, 2010

  • You're fond of doing that, aren't you?

    January 31, 2010

  • Well, when I go a prinking and a yaffling (which, of course, I'm fond of), I want nothing to do with hogpens, or men, for that matter. So there.

    January 31, 2010

  • Is that like pronking, I wonder?

    January 31, 2010

  • "'Building hogpens is proper man's work, aye? None of this prinking and yaffling the ladies are so fond of.'"

    —Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (NY: Bantam Dell, 2001), 1397

    January 31, 2010