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The Three Stooges

 * Moe: Listen, Bustoff, you can't drink that! That's alcohol. Bustoff: No, that's not alcohol. That's just a little tequila, vodka, and cognac. Curly: Oh, that's different. Go ahead!
 * Clyde Bruckman,  (1937 short)

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 * On sleds reclin’d, the furry Russian sits; And, by his rain-deer drawn, behind him throws A shining kingdom in a winter’s day.
 * James Thomson, Winter (1726)


 * They went out into the glaring white sunlight. The heat rolled from the earth like the breath of an oven. The flowers, oppressive to the eyes, blazed with not a petal stirring, in a debauch of sun. The glare sent a weariness through one’s bones. There was something horrible in it—horrible to think of that blue, blinding sky, stretching on and on over Burma and India, over Siam, Cambodia, China, cloudless and interminable.
 * George Orwell, Burmese Days (1934), Ch. 2

Across the ’s reedy fen, And the high steeps of Indian snows Shake to the tread of armèd men.
 * The brazen-throated clarion blows
 * Oscar Wilde, "Ave Imperiatrix"

Snakes

 * And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
 * A Midsummer Night's Dream, II, i, Oberon


 * Under an oak, whose boughs were mossed with age And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o’ergrown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back; about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approached The opening of his mouth. But suddenly, Seeing Orlando, it unlinked itself And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush; under which bush’s shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch When that the sleeping man should stir.
 * As You Like It, IV, iii, Oliver


 * We have scorch’d the snake, not kill’d it.
 * Macbeth, III, ii, Macbeth

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