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The long, slow turn of world-time as the geologist has known it, and the invisibly moving hour hand of evolution perceived only yesterday by the biologist, have given way in the human realm to a fantastically accelerated social evolution induced by industrial technology. So fast does this change progress that a growing child strives to master the institutional customs of a society which, compared with the pace of past history, compresses centuries of change into his lifetime. I myself, like others of my generation, was born in an age which has already perished. At my death I will look my last upon a nation which, save for some linguistic continuity, will seem increasingly alien and remote. It will be as though I peered upon my youth through misty centuries. I will not be merely old; I will be a genuine fossil embedded in onrushing man-made time before my actual death. By Loren Eiseley Evolution Long Slow Biologist Technology

Build your cities proud and high. Lay your sewers. Span your rivers. Work feverishly. Sleep dreamlessly. Sing madly, like the bulbul. Underneath, below the deepest foundations, there lives another race of men. They are dark, sombre, passionate. They muscle into the bowels of the earth. They wait with a patience which is terrifying. They are the scavengers. They emerge when everything topples into dust. By Henry Miller Build High Cities Proud Lay

The other guys were in the bedroom. There was a movie playing, one I hadn't seen. The boys lifted their heads up at the same time, like a pack of meerkats. I almost died. Too cute.Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (p. 176). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition. By C.l.stone Series Bedroom Beetle Scarab Guys

For soon, the dark millenium will fall, and the world will be a different place, requiring different species. Cataracts will occlude the Sun, shutting out its hateful light, and fabulous new life-forms shall flourish and struggle beneath the perpetual stars. By Alan Moore Fall Place Requiring Species Dark

We are the heirs of the ages By Theodore Roosevelt Ages Heirs

I have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization. By George Catlin Past Contemplated Prairies Melting Civilization

SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me! By Robert Mccammon Spiiiiiders Spiders Turning Milky World

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find. By Jeanette Winterson Find Day Tens Fingers Millions

Continental Driftyou have moved throughlike an ice flow-steady slow substantialtumble of glacial tonguesweeping throughvalleys reshapedyou arrived on your own epic timepatient and thoroughmeltwater firn crevasse and alllifting rocks on shifting platessmoothing edgesand moving the very axes of my teethyou soothed over rifts and fault linesleaving menewly mintedpeaked and ridgedsteep and crestedsloped and spurredHillsides lushand summits glisteningI rush to a new dawnbut not without raw tracesof your tender erascratched warmly on my every acre By Nancy Boutilier Driftyou Continental Acre Moved Throughlike

It was the dawn of the third age of mankind ... By J. Michael Straczynski Mankind Dawn Age

In shape they were like horrible toads, and moved in a succession of springs, but in size they were of an incredible bulk, larger than the largest elephant. We had never before seen them save at night, and indeed they are nocturnal animals save when disturbed in their lairs, as these had been. We now stood amazed at the sight, for their blotched and warty skins were of a curious fish-like iridescence, and the sunlight struck them with an ever-varying rainbow bloom as they moved. By Arthur Conan Doyle Toads Springs Bulk Larger Elephant

What the fuck are cavemen doing here? By Peter Clines Fuck Cavemen

O saar, beware!Beware the horde,The ones you never see.We build your lairth,Repair, invent,We do all this for free.You torch our hidethYou crunch our bonethKill with impunity,But we are notTho helpless now.Our day cometh. We are free. By Rachel Hartman Beware Saar Lairthrepair Inventwe Cometh

It has been said there is nothing appertaining to life upon the broad plain. That is hardly true. Looking down from the Sierra Blanco, one sees a pathway traced out across the desert, which winds away and is lost in the extreme distance. It is rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. Here and there there are scattered white objects which glisten in the sun, and stand out against the dull deposit of alkali. Approach, and examine them! They are bones: some large and coarse, others smaller and more delicate. The former have belonged to oxen, and the latter to men. For fifteen hundred miles one may trace this ghastly caravan route by these scattered remains of those who had fallen by the wayside . By Arthur Conan Doyle Plain Appertaining Life Broad Blanco

I ache, I rattle with supplements, and my grandchildren cannot believe I have ever been anything but prehistoric. By Jojo Moyes Ache Supplements Prehistoric Rattle Grandchildren

Compassion is never enough. Nor is the hunger for vengeance. But, for now, for what awaits us, perhaps they will do. We are the Bonehunters, and sail to another name. Beyond Aren, beyond Raraku and beyond Y'Ghatan, we now cross the world to find the first name that will be truly our own. Shared by none other. We sail to give answer. By Steven Erikson Compassion Sail Bonehunters Aren Vengeance

If truth was a crayon and I had to name it, I would call it dinosaur skin. By Sarah Weeks Skin Truth Crayon Call Dinosaur

The "herrenvolk" [master race] are all around you, threading their way on their bicycles between the piles of rubble or rushing off with jugs and buckets to meet the water cart. It is queer to think that these are the people who once ruled Europe, from the Channel to the Caspian Sea and might have conquered our own island, if they had known how weak we were. By George Orwell Herrenvolk Master Race Threading Cart

HERE LIES BROMWho wasA Rider bonded to the dragon SaphiraSon of Holcomb and NeldaBeloved of SelenaFather of Eragon ShadeslayerFounder of the VardenAnd Bane of the Forsworn.May his name live on in glory.Stydja unin mo'ranr By Christopher Paolini Lies Rider Holcomb Eragon Bane

THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE GARRIDEBS By Arthur Conan Doyle Garridebs Adventure

We are humanity, the banner read. Wrong. We're pale reflections of it, weak shadows, distant echoes. By Rick Yancey Humanity Read Wrong Banner Weak

invasion by night By B.z. Kelly Invasion Night

Yes. No. Hang on. So what were these people? And pterodactyls have been extinct for fifty million years.""If you say so, dear. Your father never really talked about it. By Neil Gaiman Hang Dear People Years Pterodactyls

Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in tiger stripes by light shining through the cracks between the boards. Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope, and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters and draped over stall railings. Generations of pocketknives lay lost in the layers of detritus on the floor. By Carolyn Jourdan Inside Universe Ecosystem Boards Barn

Foreign stars in the nights down there. A whole new astronomy Mensa, Musca, the Chameleon. Austral constellations nigh unknown to northern folk. Wrinkling, fading, through the cold black waters. As he rocks in his rusty pannier to the sea's floor in a drifting stain of guano. What family has no mariner in its tree? No fool, no felon. No fisherman. By Cormac Mccarthy Foreign Musca Stars Nights Mensa

There was a sudden sunburst in my head. And then black night. That blackness was sublime. I felt distributed through space and time: One foot upon a mountaintop, one hand 150 Under the pebbles of a panting strand, One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain, In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain. There were dull throbs in my Triassic; green Optical spots in Upper Pleistocene, An icy shiver down my Age of Stone, And all tomorrows in my funnybone. During By Vladimir Nabokov Head Sudden Sunburst Italy Spain

Here march the eaters of earth, the swallowers of rain. By J. Aleksandr Wootton Earth Rain March Eaters Swallowers

From nowhere, a word appears: Mesozoic. He can see the word, he can hear the word, but he can't reach the word. He can't attach anything to it. This is happening too much lately, this dissolution of meaning, the entries on his cherished wordlists drifting off into space. By Margaret Atwood Mesozoic Word Hear Reach Meaning

Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives silently condemned, a legion upon the dark rooftops. The wind came down from the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing. They were there, each one alone in conversation with the stars, mining ephemeral love from cold and distant light. By Mark Helprin Betelgeuse Orion Rigel Finer Stars

S. P. T. to A. P. W. B. D. Dark By J.k. Rowling Dark

If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin.-So B. It By Sarah Weeks Crayon Skin Put Label Call

boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, studgrayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfireboundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's landgrayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!! By David Levithan Boundbydad Studgrayscale Thrust Hellfireboundbydad Landgrayscale

I was always pale. And I'm glad that I can be open about my paleness now. By Evan Rachel Wood Pale Glad Open Paleness

The Psblurtex is an 18-inch long anaconda that hides in the gentlemen's outfitting departments of Amazonian stores and is often bought by mistake since its colors are those of the London Reform Club. Once tied around its victim's neck, it strangles him gently and then claims the insurance before running off to Germany where it lives in hiding. By Mike Harding Club Psblurtex Amazonian London Reform

Sky is grey, vegetation is plastic, and mankind is pale, for we have spent our days conceiving unnecessary tools for our arousal, and so we hide the nakedness of nature with brutal machinnes. By Shawn Lukas Sky Grey Vegetation Plastic Pale

red-hot fireflies By Cameron Dokey Redhot Fireflies

The fleeting systems lapse like foam,'" he mumbled what was evidently a quotation. "That's it - foam, and fleeting. All man's toil upon the planet was just so much foam. He domesticated the serviceable animals, destroyed the hostile ones, and cleared the land of its wild vegetation. And then he passed, and the flood of primordial life rolled back again, sweeping his handiwork away - the weeds and the forest inundated his fields, the beasts of prey swept over his flocks, and now there are wolves on the Cliff House beach." He was appalled by the thought. "Where four million people disported themselves, the wild wolves roam to-day, and the savage progeny of our loins, with prehistoric weapons, defend themselves against the fanged despoilers. Think of it! And all because of the Scarlet Death - By Jack London Foam Fleeting Quotation Systems Lapse

I'm a pioneer, motherfucker. By Dena Rash Guzman Motherfucker Pioneer

Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out. By Lydia Sigourney Brave Wave Shout Waters Passed

3.18-million-year-old australopithecine found at Hadar in Ethiopia in 1974 by a team led by Donald Johanson. Formally known as A.L. By Bill Bryson Johanson Hadar Ethiopia Donald Australopithecine

I glance around at the nest we have made, at the floorboards polished by our bare feet, at the continents of stain on the ceiling like an old and all-wrong discoverer's map, at the earnestly bloated canvases I conscientiously cover with great streaks straining to say what even I am begining to suspect is the unsayable thing, and I grow frightened. By John Updike Made Feet Map Thing Frightened

Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept. By Zora Neale Hurston Persons Overswept Thousand White Dark

I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame. By Chief Seattle Decay Blame Dwell Mourn Untimely

Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras By Hart Crane Stars Sagas Space Cape Hatteras

There are three known planets in the PSR B1257 system, which have been named Draugr, Poltergeist and Phobetor. Poltergeist was the first to be discovered. I know, I was curious about their names as well. Poletrgeist means "pounding ghost". The draugr are the unded in Norse legends who live in their graves. And Phobetor is the personification of nightmares, and the son of Nyx, Greek goddess of the night.Astronomers are goths. By Brian Cox Psr Poltergeist System Phobetor Planets

Strike the hue. Westward, burning. Pages turning. Indiana. Ripe banana. Happiness approaches. Serpents and roaches. By Rick Riordan Westward Burning Strike Hue Indiana

The ants Geiser recently observed under a dripping fir tree are not concerned with what anyone might know about them; nor were the dinosaurs, which died out before a human being set eyes on them. All the papers, whether on the wall or on the carpet, can go. Who cares about the Holocene? Nature needs no names. Geiser knows that. The rocks do not need his memory. By Max Frisch Dinosaurs Ants Recently Observed Dripping

The world, that grey-bearded and wrinkled profligate, decrepit, without being venerable. By Nathaniel Hawthorne Decrepit World Profligate Venerable Greybearded

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. By J.r.r. Tolkien Dwarves Things Deepest Delvings World

Paleontologists have tried to turn Archaeopteryx into an earth-bound, feathered dinosaur. But it's not. It is a bird, a perching bird. And no amount of 'paleobabble' is going to change that. By Alan Feduccia Archaeopteryx Paleontologists Earthbound Feathered Dinosaur

Compared to prehistoric times, ninety is the new forty. By Anne Kreamer Compared Times Ninety Forty Prehistoric

I'm an explorer. By Waris Ahluwalia Explorer

The paleoclimate record shouts to us that, far from being self-stabilizing, the Earth's climate system is an ornery beast which overreacts even to small nudges. By Wallace Smith Broecker Earth Selfstabilizing Nudges Paleoclimate Record

All the pale horses of the apocalypse have stormed through my life, revolution, starvation, devaluation of currency and terror, epidemics, emigration; I have seen the great ideologies of the masses grow and spread out before my eyes. Fascism in Italy, National Socialism in Germany, Bolshevism in Russia, and, above all, that archpestilence, nationalism, which poisoned our flourishing European culture. By Stefan Zweig Revolution Starvation Epidemics Emigration Life

necrotic planet. By M.r. Carey Necrotic Planet

Places change you, Miss Timms, and deserts change us pale northerners so much, our own mothers wouldn't recognize us. By David Mitchell Miss Timms Places Change Deserts

Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay By Oscar Wilde Lay Silver Moons Pale Narcissi

Back from when they watched black and white TV and hunted dinosaurs. By Rick Riordan Back Dinosaurs Watched Black White

They trekked out along the crescent sweep of beach, keeping to the firmer sand below the tidewrack. They stood, their clothes flapping softly. Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tideline a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as the eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless. By Cormac Mccarthy Beach Keeping Tidewrack Trekked Crescent

Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field. By George R R Martin Winterfell Starks Field Grey Direwolf

I forgot that with the green, the plushness, and shiny plant life that pushed up and surrounded us, with the nourishment it provided came - the fur, the claws, the teeth. This was not our place. We were borrowers. No longer were we the dominant species. Our time had passed. We were small in number and frame. We were supposed to run. Climb. CowerI forgot. By Lauren Nicolle Taylor Green Plushness Fur Claws Teeth

BAAL ONE, PLIEADES CLUSTER 4210The King of the Pleiades was well prepared for the last war. This, however, was not it." -Renegades of Ophelia's World By Dante D'anthony Baal Plieades Cluster King Pleiades

Illugastadir, the farm by the sea, where the soft air rings with the clang of the smithy, and gulls caw, and seals roll over in their fat. Illugastadir, where the night is lit by fire, where smoke turns in the early morning to engulf the stars, and in ruins, always Illugastadir, cradling dead bodies in its cage of burnt beams. By Hannah Kent Illugastadir Sea Smithy Caw Fat

We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, of an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toilo. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us - who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would before an enthousiastic outbreak in a madhouse. By Joseph Conrad Earth Planet Wanderers Wore Aspect

Beware the meek ... for we shall attempt to inherit the Earth. By Roger Zelazny Beware Meek Earth Attempt Inherit

We live along the shores of night,At the edge of the eternal sea. By Jack Mcdevitt Sea Live Shores Nightat Edge

I perceived that I was on a little round grain of rock and metal, filmed with water and with air, whirling in sunlight and darkness. And on the skin of that little grain all the swarms of men, generation by generation, had lived in labour and blindness, with intermittent joy and intermittent lucidity of spirit. And all their history, with its folk-wanderings, its empires, its philosophies, its proud sciences, its social revolutions, its increasing hunger for community, was but a flicker in one day of the lives of the stars. By Olaf Stapledon Metal Filmed Air Whirling Darkness

My age fallen away like white swaddlingFloats in the middle distance, becomesAn inhabited cloud. By Philip Larkin Distance Becomesan Cloud Age Fallen

But no one has seen a trace of lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our kind, trying to inherit their magic.""Probably our kind eating them for dinner," Finn contributed to the conversation for the first time. "Back then we were slightly more primal.""Slightly," Tanner remarked tongue in cheek. By Tami Lund Years Trace Lightbearers Hundred Slightly

All hail the dragon slayer!" (Bones) By Jeaniene Frost Bones Slayer Hail Dragon

They rode in a narrow enfillade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable like shapes capable of violating their covenant with the flesh that authored them and continuing autonomous across the naked rock without reference to sun or man or god. By Cormac Mccarthy Rode Rock Shapes Rebated God

An oceanic expanse of pre-dawn gray white below obscures a checkered grid of Saskatchewan, a snow plain nicked by the dark, unruly lines of woody swales. One might imagine that little is to be seen from a plane at night, but above the clouds the Milky Way is a dense, blazing arch. A full moon often lights the planet freshly, and patterns of human culture, artificially lit, are striking in ways not visible in daylight. One evening I saw the distinctive glows of cities around Delhi diffused like spiral galaxies in a continuous deck of stratus clouds far below us. In Algeria and on the Asian steppes, wind-whipped pennants of gas flared. The jungle burned in incandescent spots in Malaysia and Brazil. One clear evening at 20,000 feet over Manhattan, I could see, it seemed, every streetlight halfway to the end of Long Island. A summer lightning bolt unexpectedly revealed thousands of bright dots on the ink-black veld of the northern Transvaal: sheep. By Barry Lopez Saskatchewan Dark Unruly Swales Oceanic

The sky was no longer blue. North-eastward it was inky black, and out of the blackness shone brightly and steadily the pale white stars. Overhead it was a deep Indian red and starless, and south-eastward it grew brighter to a glowing scarlet where, cut by the horizon, lay the huge hull of the sun, red and motionless. The rocks about me were of a harsh reddish colour, and all the trace of life that I could see at first was the intensely green vegetation that covered every projecting point on their south-eastern face. By H.g.wells Blue Sky Longer Red Indian

Clinging to the rags I had left, I gazed out upon the full breadth of the Furnace and shook at what I saw.The world had been wiped clean of all trace of humanity. Sharp sandstone peaks protruded into the gray sky like a humped backbone, spilling into vast seas of sand on either side. Boulders and driftwood, the castaways of some bygone mountain, cast the only disruption upon the land. And I realized - no sun crossed the sky; there was only constant, lingering grayness. By Heather Heffner Furnace Clinging Left Humanity Rags

IT IS STARTLING to think that all Europe once looked like this Puszcza. To enter it is to realize that most of us were bred to a pale copy of what nature intended. Seeing elders with trunks seven feet wide, or walking through stands of the tallest trees here - gigantic Norway spruce, shaggy as Methuselah - should seem as exotic as the Amazon or Antarctica to someone raised among the comparatively puny, second-growth woodlands found throughout the Northern Hemisphere. Instead, what's astonishing is how primally familiar it feels. And, on some cellular level, how complete. By Alan Weisman Puszcza Startling Europe Looked Methuselah

They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond the dawn to the uttermost rebate of space. By Cormac Mccarthy Plane Dawn Earth Set Crimson

Throughout the world Dark Ages have scrawled finis to successions of cultures receding far into the past. By Jane Jacobs Dark Ages Past World Scrawled

100,000 years ago, at least six human species inhabited the earth. Today there is just one. Us. Homo sapiens. By Yuval Noah Harari Years Ago Earth Human Species

Baboons, I observed. One with a big gun and the other with a big mouth, and both with alpha-sized, flaming pink asses. By A.j. Aalto Baboons Observed Big Mouth Alphasized

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering. By William Butler Yeats Eye Stiff Painted Clothes Rain

More of the planet was unfolding beneath them as the Heart of Gold streaked along its orbital path. The suns now stood high in the black sky, the pyrotechnics of dawn were over, and the surface of the planet appeared bleak and forbidding in the common light of day - gray dusty and only dimly contoured. It looked dead and cold as a crypt. From time to time promising features would appear on the distant horizon - ravines, maybe mountains, maybe even cities - but as they approached the lines would soften and blur into anonymity and nothing would transpire. The planet's surface was blurred by time, by the slow movement of the thin stagnant air that had crept across it for century upon century. By Douglas Adams Heart Gold Planet Path Time

A group of reptilian humanoids, called the Babylonian Brotherhood, control humanity. By David Icke Brotherhood Babylonian Humanoids Called Control

Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet. By Robert E. Howard Blackhaired Sulleneyed Conan Cimmerian Earth

grandmothers. Elephants By Boyd Varty Grandmothers Elephants

We're the light against the darkness, never forget that Nazafareen By Kat Ross Nazafareen Darkness Light Forget

Spilt, glistering milk of moonlight on the frost-crisped grass; on such a night, in moony, metamorphic weather, they say you might easily find him, if you had been foolish enough to venture out late, scuttling along by the churchyard wall with half a juicy torso slung across his back. The white light scours the fields and scours them again until everything gleams and he will leave paw-prints in the hoar-frost when he runs howling round the graves at night in his lupine fiestas. By Angela Carter Spilt Glistering Grass Moony Metamorphic

Observation: I can't see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs. By Carl Sagan Observation Dinosaurs Conclusion Thing

Three days ago we not only ruled the earth, we had survivor's guilt about all the other species we'd wiped out on our climb to the nirvana of round-the-clock cable news and microwave popcorn. Now we're the Flashlight People. By Stephen King Earth Cable Popcorn Days Ago

Imagine spending four billion years stocking the oceans with seafood, filling the ground with fossil fuels, and drilling the bees in honey production - only to produce a race of bed-wetters! By Barbara Ehrenreich Imagine Seafood Filling Fuels Production

The six thousand years of human history form but a portion of the geologic day that is passing over us: they do not extend into the yesterday of the globe, far less touch the myriads of ages spread out beyond. By Hugh Miller Globe Thousand Years Human History

A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with mossa remnant of the Ice Age. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed. By Isaac Bashevis Singer Age Ice Water Jagged Pointed

He caught Kin's eye and grinned again. Joel often grinned. Palaeolithic genes had somehow met again at his conception, and a slab face like Joel's had to smile frequently lest it frighten small children. When his face brightened it was like the dawn of Man. They spoke, and not merely with words. Between them they were 400 years old. Now words were mere flatcars on which towered cargoes of nuance and expression. By Terry Pratchett Kin Grinned Joel Caught Eye

It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves frieren. By James Joyce Tinct Tint Darkles World Funnaminal

I saw us from above, from the sky, two flecks of being connected at the edge of the wide, pale ocean, lost to everything but each other. By Cristina Henriquez Sky Wide Pale Ocean Lost

Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers. By Ernest Hemingway, Red Swine Mother Rapers Eaters

Chadwickius frenemus, By Heather Vogel Frederick Chadwickius Frenemus

All autumn, the chafe and jarof nuclear war;we have talked our extinction to death.I swim like a minnowbehind my studio window. By Robert Lowell Autumn War Window Chafe Jarof

(On Baron von BlixenSix feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky. By Beryl Markham Baron Swede White Hunter Knowledge

The gloomy shade of death. By William Shakespeare Death Gloomy Shade

We are the last generation of humans on Earth! By Bill Gaede Earth Generation Humans