Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. "Enough of this, animator. He can't do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our...feast." Are you having rare Who-roast-beast?" I asked. What are you talking about?" It's from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, 'And they'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.'" You are crazy." So I've been told.
Laurell K. Hamilton
For many people, the big feast of the year is Christmas, but for Christians, the truly great feast is Easter. Without Easter, without the Resurrection, we would not have the gift of salvation. Jesus had to rise from the dead or else he would have just been another failed Messiah and his birth would be a forgotten footnote of history.
Elections only happen in two ways," Reyna said. "Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven't had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the evening of June 24, at the Feast of Fortuna. That's in five days." Percy frowned. "You have a feast for tuna?
Elections only happen in two ways, " Reyna said. "Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven't had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the evening of June 24, at the Feast of Fortuna. That's in five days." Percy frowned. "You have a feast for tuna?
That dress... was a very, very good decision. I could write an entire poem on the virtues of your legs alone. You are a feast for the senses.' I laughed. 'I don't know about a feast. Maybe just an hors d'oeuvre.' He took my hand and wrapped it around his arm. 'Not an hors d'oeuvre. The dessert. And I plan to spoil my appetite.
Holiday and Holy Day, Christmas is more than a yule log, holly or tree. It is more than natural good cheer and the giving of gifts. Christmas is even more than the feast of the home and of children, the feast of love and friendship. It is more than all of these together. Christmas is Christ, the Christ of justice and charity, of freedom and peace.
Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.
There's been a problem, a problem eating away at me from the inside out. I've become weak, I've shown human compassion, and it has weakened me. But no more. Tonight I will once again feast on fear and suffering. My appetite for agony will be awakened. I will once again taste the pain of others. I will feast on the fear of the innocent, and that is the sweetest taste of all. Tonight I hunger for a sacrifice.
No, " said Jacob, "I don't mean to say that this life is just a party, any kind of party. It is a wedding, the most important kind of party, full of joy, fear, hope, and ignorance. And at this party there are enough places and parts for everyone, and if no one can play every part, yet everyone can come to the party, everyone can come to the wedding feast, and anyone who does not know that he is at a wedding feast just does not see what is in front of him. He might as well be dead if he does not know that the world is a wedding.
The gravedigger knew a fine trick. When the worms looked unhappy he would leave his place in the mausoleum and go up into the sunshine. He would go empty-handed, but when he returned, with him came a most exquisite corpse. The worms would rejoice, and they would feast upon the corpse until they were fat and could feast no more. The young would come with the old to see this trick and glory in it. No worm knew where the gravedigger got his corpses, but they were always succulent and nourishing. They praised the gravedigger's generosity. - From "Worms
L. Joseph Shosty
I REFLECT OFF THE GUN IN YOUR HANDS, LIKE SCENES IN MADRID WHERE WE DANCED FOR NIGHTS. PLEASE WALK WITH ME HOME. THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE PREYING ON YOU. PERHAPS A CONFUSED SPOTLIGHT. RIGOROUS ATTACKS OF THE DRUMS DROVE ME FROM YOU AND INTO THE ARMS OF THE FIGHT. I GUESS SO; I GUESS THAT WE WON'T DISCUSS YOUR VIEWS AND YOUR BIAS STANDPOINTS. WHERE DID YOU GO, WHERE DID YOU GO RUNNING? WHO WOULD OF KNOWN? WHO WOULD OF KNOWN WHERE YOU RAN OFF TO? SIT TIGHT, HANDS FIRM ON THE WHEEL. IMPROPER FORM WILL RESULT IN AN EARLY EXIT. FEAST YOUR EYES ON YOUR ASSAILANT; HOORAY, HOORAY, HOORAY! FEAST YOUR EYES ON A JOB WELL TAKEN HOORAY, HOORAY, HOORAY! I REFLECT OFF THE GUN IN YOUR HAND!
And Then There Was You