Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.{Stage direction, }
Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads,The still-discordant wavering multitude,Can play upon it.
In an ideal world the gossip of the idle would be of no consequence. But I have seen the consequences in the real world and they can be very grave indeed.
In Morocco," said Osman, "word spreads like a fire tearing through the depths of Hell.
Bombay is a city where gossip is treated as a commodity.
It was always the best way of finding out information; just go and ask a woman who keeps her eyes and ears open and who likes to talk. It always worked. It was no use asking men; they simply were not...
People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow,...
All our human endeavours are like that, she reflected, and it is only because we are too ignorant to...
The value of money is subjective, depending on age. At the age of one, one multiplies the actual sum...
In fact, none of us knows how he ever managed to get his LLB in the first place. Maybe they're...
Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No...
Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me,...
But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner's mind.