Reels Quotes
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"My brain reels," moaned Homer the man. " Reality melts away."
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More Reels Quotes
There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance e'er cam to the Land Was, the deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman.
Robert Burns— 1792 'The Deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman', stanza 3.
Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color of the smallest day:Time is the school in which we learn,Time is the fire in which we burn.
delmore schwartz— "Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day" in In Dreams Begin Responsibilities (1938); this poem has also been printed under the title "For Rhoda" Full text online
A man is like a phonograph with half-a-dozen records. You soon get tired of them all; and yet you have to sit at table whilst he reels them off to every new visitor. In the end you have to be content with his common humanity.
George Bernard Shaw— 1908 The Bishop of Chelsea. Getting Married.
Friar Lawrence alone, with a basket The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day’s path and Titan’s burning wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry. I must spill this oster cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
— William Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet Act II, Scene 3, in "Elke Platz-Waury Drama und Theater: Einführung, Gunter Narr Verlag, 1980, p.27, and also in “The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:Figurative Language Study Guide”
Encyclopedias are like immutable cycloramas, prodigious projectors whose reels have got stuck and which show, with a kind of maniacal fixity, a landscape which, because it is condemned to be only and for all eternity what it was, will at the same time grow older more decrepit and more unnecessary. The encyclopedia purchased by Cipriano Algor's father is magnificent and as useless as a line of poetry we cannot quite remember.
josé saramago— The Cave p. 57 (Vintage 2003)
