Electrons who need electrons, but not people,
Are the luckiest electrons in the world."
--From the novel PAPELITOS by Jacques Carrié

Akthent on thee latht thyllable.

Welcome to Hell. Here's your accordion.

Religion and nationalism? I defecate on the altar of religious conviction, and wipe my arse on the flag of national pride.

I know all those words, but that sentence makes no sense to me.

He has a very nice face and style, really," said Mrs. Kenwigs.
"He certainly has," added Miss Petowker. "There's something in his appearance quite--dear, dear, what's the word again?"
"What word?" inquired Mr. Lillyvick.
"Why--dear me, how stupid I am!" replied Miss Petowker, hesitating. "What do you call it when lords break off doorknockers, and beat policemen, and play at coaches with other people's money, and all that sort of thing?"
"Aristocratic?" suggested the collector.
"Ah! Aristocratic," replied Miss Petowker; "something very aristocratic about him, isn't there?"
The gentlemen held their peace, and smiled at each other, as who should say, "Well! there's no accounting for tastes;" but the ladies resolved unanimously that Nicholas had an aristocratic air, and nobody caring to dispute the position, it was established triumphantly.