The Glory of Apartment Names

Words mostly by Coleridge, sometimes by me, rarely by others. Sister site at machinenames.tumblr.com (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-57310518-1', 'auto'); ga('send', 'pageview');

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'Off with his tail!' Sir Devon was never the same after that.

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Advice to visitors: (1) recline, breathe and observe; (2) do not worry that the language is foreign to you; (3) open your ears and try to catch the rhyme and rhythm.

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I’ll wear my pearls

So the mist unfurls

You’ll wear that dress

So we can progress

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Good to see ya’

Boadicea

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As gentle and shapeless as a pitch-black threshing belt in a birdpond, Milmine’s only power was her ability to surprise the Fates. She survives today in a number of edifices: tall, prism-like, stable.

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Rowan had – for days (weeks?) now – languished on the line between here and infinity: ‘should I finish this almost-empty bottle of olives?’

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“Gunpowder Lids.–Burning pain on the margins of the lids, as if from burning with gunpowder. Causticum”

– Dr. James William Ward

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"In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds"

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"Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist."

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"O well, bright dame, may you command The service of Sir Leoline; And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth, and friends withal, To guide and guard you safe and free Home to your noble father's hall."

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The conundrum of Babushka Mysteries is not that they reveal themselves in a particular order, but that until the last is solved we do not know whether the mysteries are becoming smaller or larger.

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Trickle poison on my pillow

Tie me to the weeping willow

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"O sorrow and shame! Can this be she, The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree?"

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"The ship hath been suddenly becalmed."

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"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea."

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"The fruit-like perfume of the golden furze"

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"A Elbereth Gilthoniel

o menel palan-diriel,

le nallon sí di'nguruthos!

A tiro nin, Fanuilos!"