The bees of Death are big and black, they buzz low and sombre, they keep their honey in combs of wax as white as altar candles. The honey is black as night, thick as sin and sweet as treacle. It is well known that eight clours make up white. But there are also eight colors of blackness, for those that have the seeing of them, and the hives of Death are among the black grass in the black orchard under the black-blossomed, ancient boughs of trees that will, eventually, produce apples that ... put it like this ... probably won't be red.
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I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
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Almost a quarter of our planet is a single mountain range and we didn't enter it until after Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin went to the moon. So we went to the moon, played golf up there, before we went to the largest feature on our own planet.
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'... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village...
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A bee is never as busy as it seems; it's just that it can't buzz any slower.
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Houston, Tranquility Base here. The eagle has landed.
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You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.
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Buzz and the right publicist are not only important but crucial in show business.
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There's an exciting buzz around the program. More than I've ever seen.
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"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village...
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