"It was a fine light machine, with red tyres and wooden rims... The machine was a treat to ride, on his right hand the sea was foaming among the rocks, the sands ahead were another yellow again, beyond them in the distance the cottages of Rush were bright white. Belacqua's sadness fell from him like a shift. He carried the bicycle into the field and laid it down on the grass."
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så enkelt, så rätt./stef
"En man, en man, vad är han? Det dumma svaret på en lika dum begäran..."
"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
(And I am Marie of Roumania)."
"It was a fine light machine, with red tyres and wooden rims... The machine was a treat to ride, on his right hand the sea was foaming among the rocks, the sands ahead were another yellow again, beyond them in the distance the cottages of Rush were bright white. Belacqua's sadness fell from him like a shift. He carried the bicycle into the field and laid it down on the grass."
(And I am the Princess of Wales)
you ain't sayin she a gold digga, but she ain't playin with no broke niggas?
eller:
Ma tanto più maligno e più silvestro
si fa 'l terren col mal seme e non cólto,
quant' elli ha più di buon vigor terrestro?
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden!!!
You lost me at carrots, which was the first draft of 'you had me at hello'
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