“The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.” StillsMovingBlackWaterWhiteSunRootsWaveWoodsHolesBrownSandTwistedTransparentBack AgainBluffs Book:The Adventures of Augie March Source: The Adventures of Augie March
“Some police forces would believe anything. Not the Metropolitan police, though. The Met was the hardest, most cynically pragmatic, most stubbornly down-to-earth police force in Britain. It would take a lot to faze a copper from the Met. It would take, for example, a huge, battered car that was nothing more nor less than a fireball, a blazing, roaring, twisted metal lemon from Hell, driven by a grinning lunatic in sunglasses, sitting amid the flames, trailing thick black smoke, coming straight at them through the lashing rain and wind at eighty miles an hour.That would do it every time.” BelieveEarthForceBlackHoursHellCarExampleWindHugeMetsSittingRainPoliceDrivenMilesHardestSmokeFlamesBritainMetalsThickTwistedEightyLunaticLemonsPragmaticDown To EarthRoaringBlazingSunglassesGrinningBatteredCopperPolice ForceMetropolitan Author:Terry Pratchett