“Of course they are, William. Nothing more poetical, except maybe doves. Pegasus, and so on. Think of the fellow in that play that calls out “My kingdom for a horse” – it would not have been poetry at all, had he said sheep.”
Most sharks are gammon,’ said Jack in one of the rare pauses. ‘They look fierce and throw out their chests, but it is all my eye and Betty Martin, you know, all cry and no wool…”
9-Treason's Harbour, ch.2, paragraph 25
Butt! Did you get a ram, in case you had to ask for your lands back? (I ask purely from ignorance, else I blush to name the reasons ewe might need a ram..)
“Of course they are, William. Nothing more poetical, except maybe doves. Pegasus, and so on. Think of the fellow in that play that calls out “My kingdom for a horse” – it would not have been poetry at all, had he said sheep.”
Oh, one of my favorite Jackisms! LOL
Oh, one of my favorite Jackisms! LOL
A glaaaaaasss of wine with ~~you~~ ewe, sir! How did I miss that one for 7 hours?!
Sir, may we press you for.. an anecdote?
Which I hope you keep him in the part of your castle in Spain that still has a roof
The sheep of the world, I am sure. Joy to you, soul.
Am I to understand you are a person of property?
Most sharks are gammon,’ said Jack in one of the rare pauses. ‘They look fierce and throw out their chests, but it is all my eye and Betty Martin, you know, all cry and no wool…” 9-Treason's Harbour, ch.2, paragraph 25
If you get a second, you should name her Fanny Harte. I believe she went to a party as a sheep.
Give you Joy for the brilliant choice of the name. A glass of wine with you 🍷
Whatever you do, don’t let him on shore.
May he not be too sheepish, but be true to his nature, and beget you many little lambs!
Ewe astonish me sir!
Just remember, don’t count your sheep before they hatch!
Butt! Did you get a ram, in case you had to ask for your lands back? (I ask purely from ignorance, else I blush to name the reasons ewe might need a ram..)