"What bosom serpent has the sharpest sting?" repeated this man; but he put the question as if by a reluctant necessity, and grew pale while he was uttering it.
The victims of his malicious remarks, it is true, had brothers enough to keep them in countenance; for, by Roderick's theory, every mortal bosom harbored either a brood of small serpents or one overgrown monster that had devoured all the rest.
Horrible love--horrible antipathy--embracing one another in his bosom, and both concentrating themselves upon a being that had crept into his vitals or been engendered there, and which was nourished with his food, and lived upon his life, and was as intimate with him as his own heart, and yet was the foulest of all created things!
The doomed sufferer submitted to his fate, resumed his former loathsome affection for the bosom fiend, and spent whole miserable days before a looking-glass, with his mouth wide open, watching, in hope and horror, to catch a glimpse of the snake's head far down within his throat.
Roderick was reclining on the margin of a fountain which gushed into the fleckered sunshine with the same clear sparkle and the same voice of airy quietude as when trees of primeval growth flung their shadows cross its bosom. How strange is the life of a fountain!--born at every moment, yet of an age coeval with the rocks, and far surpassing the venerable antiquity of a forest.
"You see," observed Elliston, pointing to the book of serpents, while a smile gleamed upon his lips, "I am making an effort to become better acquainted with my bosom friend; but I find nothing satisfactory in this volume.
You, however, have none in your bosom, and therefore cannot sympathize with the rest of the world.
By the time I was 17 I looked like a refugee from the Playboy Club with enormous bosoms
, blonde hair and a liking for very short skirts and fishnets" - Sophie Dahl, former model and granddaughter of writer Roald Dahl.
At which point I must confess that all of my sex craving vanity surgery appear to me to need psychological help more than new bosoms
. To think that you are acceptable to men (and it's for men these procedures are undertaken) is a confession of failure: you feel you have nothing to offer except an enhanced torso that signals desperation and, back in the gent's urinal, promotes laughter.