Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
Yet the evil still increased, and, like the parasite of barnacles on a ship, if it did not destroy the structure, it obstructed its fair, comfortable progress in the path of life.
Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath.
No naturalist has devoted more painstaking attention to the structure of the barnacles than Mr. Darwin.
That's just so many financial barnacles to stick onto a bankrupt company. They're going to get scraped off.
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