“Poor little warrior, science will never invent anything to assist the titanic death you want in the contra-terrene caverns of your fee-fi-fo-fumblingly fearful id!”
“Poor Little Warrior!” p. 80
Short fiction, Who Can Replace a Man? (1965)
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“Fee, fi, fo, fum
I smell the blood of some earthly one.”
Joseph Jacobs book English Fairy Tales
said by a giant, see Jack and the Beanstalk above.
English Fairy Tales (1890), Preface to English Fairy Tales, Molly Whuppie
Joseph Jacobs book English Fairy Tales
said by the ogre or giant. Now rendered as I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
English Fairy Tales (1890), Preface to English Fairy Tales, Jack and the Beanstalk
“All black fo' fo' do you want foplay?”
Lil Wayne (1982) American rapper, singer, record executive and businessman
Grove Street Party
Official Mix tapes, Sorry 4 the Wait (2011)
Karen Lord (1968) Barbadian novelist and sociologist of religion
Source: Redemption in Indigo (2010), Chapter 18 “A Spider in His Parlour and a Very Eager Fly” (p. 136)
“Science is inventive but creative never.”
Frank Lloyd Wright (1867–1959) American architect (1867-1959)
A Testament (1957)
Giannina Braschi (1953) Puerto Rican writer
On Puerto Rico in “A Graphic Revolution Talking Poetry & Politics with Giannina Braschi” https://www.academia.edu/36916781/A_Graphic_Revolution_Talking_Poetry_and_Politics_with_Giannina_Braschi in Chiricú Journal (2018)
Erich Maria Remarque book All Quiet on the Western Front
Paul to the corpse of a French man he has just killed, Ch. 9
Source: All Quiet on the Western Front (1929)
Context: I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony — Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?