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Unquotable quotes - III

Unquotable quotes - III When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the insane. A grenade a day keeps the refugee away. Cut your coat according to your girth. The kettle calling the pot back. Like father, like son; like mother, like neither. Singing in the rain can get you pain in Spain. Singing in the rain in Paris can get you chicks who do the twist with fairies. A sound heart in a sick body is like a tart groggy with toddy. The sun also rises best in the West. Who said beggars are not choosers: they can choose the place and moment they beg. A white tiger abhors orange. A policeman’s girl always wears handcuffs behind her back. A lawyer who licks the back of hands always gets paid first. A judge who yells at you tends to reduce the sentence to a phrase. Building castles in the air with sand is cheaper by far. A marathon runner remembers the thighs but not the laps. At the end of the day is when you make your greatest mistake – you go to sleep. Churn milk to make curd: churn speech to make turd. Pounding rice as a marriage rite brings no surprise on the wedding night. One swallow doesn’t make a drunkard out of a teetotaller, but it sure signals a dry summer. Cricketing jargon The late-cut is the shave you missed out. The off-cut is the cover drive turned phut. The leg-pull is the batsman’s bras de fer to the leg spinner. The long-stop is the twelth man on the field. The straight drive pierces the umpire’s reverie. The full-toss is the fast bowler’s slipped disc. The ton-up comes after the spin bowlers give up. The innings defeat is the army beating the retreat. Test matches end up in ditches for pitches. A bumper is an un-coded message from the bowler to the batsman. A bumper is an overt warning to the inveterate blocker. Tail-enders get to face the best batsmen all-rounders. Umpires inspect pitches at the start of a match for coins dropped by lawn-mowers. An over-throw is a fielded ball flung by an outfielder at the umpires and which misses the wickets by miles. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

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