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To rise to your feet with a flourish, in such a way that no one can fail to notice you.
With much on his mind, and so much noise in the room, he knew it was time to grandstand up and be heard.
A parable of exponentially cascading consequences.
For want of a nail a horseshoe was lost,
For want of a horseshoe a horse went lame,
For want of a horse a rider never got through,
For want of a rider a message never arrived,
For want of a message an army was never sent,
For want of an army a battle was lost,
For want of a battle a war was lost,
For want of a war a kingdom fell,
And all for want of a nail.
An expression of warmth and happiness, conveyed only by the eyes, when one's lower face is masked.
Although most of her face was covered, I could see she was smeyeling at me.
The comforting delusion that time is linear and sequential. A fond and impossible dream for anyone living in a simultemporal state.
Feeling the weight of past, present and future always upon him, he yearned to experience time as most others described their experience, moment by moment, one day at a time.
The opposite of a conversation. A talk in which both parties are in complete and sustained agreement and all ideas move forward.
They seemed separated at birth, seeing the world through such similar eyes that neither needed to finish a sentence. As they talked, their ideas building one upon the next, enlarging the world and each others' thoughts, they could only term it a proversation.
Doctor Dolittle's more eccentric office-mate. A person so fully connected to the animals that he finds humans strangely exotic.
"Where's Doctor Donothing?"
"Outside, where he's been since four AM, feeding the deer, the squirrels and chipmunks, the birds and the dogs. When I try to talk to him, he looks at me like I belong in an aquarium."
The capital of Hell in John Milton's epic poem Paradise Lost: "Pandemonium, the High Capital, of Satan and his Peers".
Humanity collapsing into chaos from a rampant and uncontrollable pandemic.
Almost broken by another 12-hour nursing shift, she could foresee a world devastated by the pandemic, ungoverned civilization - what was left of it - thrown into Pandemonium.