Gulliver's Travelsin a sentence
- Now we were working on Gulliver's Travels.† (source)
- "I want you to meet Jonathan Swift, the author of that evil political book, Gulliver's Travels!† (source)
- There's a book over there on the table, Gulliver's Travels.† (source)
- I would disappear inside whole worlds comprised of Gulliver's Travels, Shane, and books by Beverly Cleary.† (source)
- "It's like Gulliver's Travels," Colonel Van Riper says.† (source)
- That I was Gulliver in Gulliver's Travels.† (source)
- The author of Gulliver's Travels sardonically proposed that Irish babies be fattened for English tables; other students urged less drastic ways of curbing population — none of which made the slightest difference.† (source)
- I took a deep breath, shook my head, and plunged back into Gulliver's Travels.† (source)
- I tell her I had to read A Modest Proposal from the back of Gulliver's Travels and she says, That's all right, 'tis only a children's book.† (source)
- I wait down the street till the woman next door goes in, I climb in Mr. Timoney's window for Gulliver's Travels and walk miles to the City Home so that he won't miss his reading.† (source)
- Flowers so bitsy and fragile and perfect that it almost made me feel like I was living in Gulliver's Travels, with me the giant and them the normal size.† (source)
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- If any reader, therefore, should say that the book is "autobiographical" the writer has no answer for him: it seems to him that all serious work in fiction is autobiographical— that, for instance, a more autobiographical work than "Gulliver's Travels" cannot easily be imagined.† (source)
- …of perception of a single thing, the whole background of color, warmth, odor, sound, taste established itself, so that later, the breath of hot dandelion brought back the grass-warm banks of Spring, a day, a place, the rustling of young leaves, or the page of a book, the thin exotic smell of tangerine, the wintry bite of great apples; or, as with Gulliver's Travels, a bright windy day in March, the spurting moments of warmth, the drip and reek of the earth-thaw, the feel of the fire.† (source)
- Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word BOOK acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels from the library.† (source)
- Glancing at the bookcases, I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick's British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf, and Gulliver's Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above.† (source)
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