It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
And then the Dragons arrived.
And then the Dragons arrived.
Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit
litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram;
5multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem,
inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum,
Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.
Et tunc venerunt dracones.
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. And then the dragons arrived.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
‘Good speed!'’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
But then in a squadron that belched lightning flashes
The dragons arrived and made all of us ashes.
Babbitt roused, his stomach constricted with alarm. As he relaxed, he was pierced by the familiar and irritating rattle of some one cranking a Ford: snap-ah-ah, snap-ah-ah, snap-ah-ah. And then the dragon arrived. = Babbit
And that would've made that book thousands upon thousands of time better. I had to read it for a college class back in 2001, I think. Ugh. And I can still remember his name is George Follansbee Babbitt, of all things.
And that would've made that book thousands upon thousands of time better. I had to read it for a college class back in 2001, I think. Ugh. And I can still remember his name is George Follansbee Babbitt, of all things.
nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee BAT-MAAAAAN!!
nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee DRA-GONNNNS!!
nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee nee-nee DRA-GONNNNS!!
'Call me Ishmael.'
'You kidding?'
And then the dragons arrived
*strange whistling sounds*
*more strange whistling sounds*
*higher pitched whistling sounds*
and then the soup dragon arrived.
*more strange whistling sounds*
*higher pitched whistling sounds*
and then the soup dragon arrived.
It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to shew by this statement that I am not his murderer. It began when the dragons arrived. (H.P. Lovecraft, The Thing on the Doorstep)
In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. And then the dragons arrived.
Arrivals
| PLATFORM | EXPECTED | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| 13:50 | Dragons (northbound) | 1 | On time |
| 13:55 | Dragons (southbound) | 2 | On time |
| 14:20 | Dragons (northbound) | 1 | On time |
| 14:25 | Dragons (southbound) | 2 | On time |
| 14:50 | Dragons (northbound) | 1 | On time |
| 14:55 | Dragons (southbound) | 2 | On time |
| 15:20 | Dragons (northbound) | 1 | On time |
| 15:25 | Dragons (southbound) | 2 | On time |
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo and then dragons came all along the road too.