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“The “Johnson family” became so numerous that a “convention” must be held. In any well-ordered convention all persons of suspicious or doubtful intentions are thrown out at the start. When a bums’ “convention” is to be held, the jungle is first cleared of all outsiders such as “gay cats,” “dingbats,” “whangs,” “bindle stiffs,” “jungle buzzards,” and “scissors bills.” Conventions are not so popular in these droughty days. Formerly kegs of beer were rolled into the jungle and the “punks,” young bums, were sent for “mickies,” bottles of alcohol. “Mulligans” of chicken or beef were put to cooking on big fires. There was a general boiling up of clothes and there was shaving and sometimes haircutting.”
― Jack Black, You Can't Win

“ ‘I can tell you, it’s going to end badly; these Asiatics are all like this. After a good pull of young wine, the knife-play begins!’ We mounted our horses and galloped home.”
― Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

“When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“went with you or not.” “But what would happen if you quit him and stayed here in Marseille?” “I don’t care.” Aslima began dancing round the room singing a pig-song in her language which is something like this translated: Want to know what’s loving sweet, Want to know what’s loving big? When two naughty lovers meet And unite in loving pigs.”
― Claude McKay, Romance in Marseille