Rake i en mening
LORD BELLARS: A Spoilt Rake or Man of Pleasure.
Yet he was no Monster either; he was no more than a Spoilt Rake whose Selfishness had always gone uncheckt.
Only a Rake cares more for his Privy Member than his Soul, and a Rake, you will find ere long, is the dullest sort of Man.
O they gave my open, trusting Face a sinister Look (which perhaps increas’d its Allure—at least for a Rake like Lord Bellars).
Why, in Coxtart’s Brothel, I had seen many a Rich Rake spend as much for a new Peruke or a Mock-Maidenhead as would feed a Country Family for a Year.
I’faith, he is more arous’d by playing the passive Virginal Maid than he was by playing the Seducing Rake; for upon this Occasion his Cock requires no coaxing.
She scoff’d at Fine Manners, took her Pleasure where and when it pleas’d her, like a Rake, but underneath it all, she had the Pyrate’s Honour and an Honest Heart.
Do you think I have gain’d the passionate Loyalty of such a notorious Rake by letting him come to me at any Hour? Nay, Mother Coxtart, he will pay better for my Services if he is forced to wait!.
Lord Bellars had no Wish to have his Sleep interrupted by a squalling Babe—for no Rake nor Man of Fashion would endure such Distractions; thus the Infant was sent to Griffith upon her Birth and left for near three Years.
Venus had driven out Apollo! A suitable Punishment for my Wickedness! Now I would ne’er be a great Epick Poet, but merely a degraded Sensualist, a Female Rake, the very sort of Creature I most abhorr’d in the other Sex.
He was the sort of Man who wins Women by thinking he has nothing winning about him, the sort of Man, in short, who will ne’er be call’d a Rake or Man of Pleasure, tho’ indeed he gives more True Pleasure than those who are term’d such.
Yet here, too, it appear’d the Weather was our Friend, for just when it seem’d we’d ne’er take the Cassandra at all, the Waves gave us just the Boost we needed to send our Bowsprit shuddering athwart her Waist—like a Rake accosting the Honour of a trembling Virgin!.
And for that I would sooner drive this Sword… (and here he drew it and it twinkl’d evilly in the dim Candlelight) …into my Breast than have you loathe me for a vile Villain, a Common Rake, which surely is your Right, consid’ring what hath transpir’d before Supper.
But Lord Bellars, like most Men, was no canny Mathematician regarding the Natural Cycles of the Fair Sex (and howe’er many Babes he may have begotten—both as Rake and Husband—the very Process still seem’d as obscure to him as those curious Heavens of the Mahometans and Hebrews).
He came into my Chamber all full of Swagger and Braggadocio, claiming that he requir’d a fresh Maidenhead a Day to keep his Spirits up (as a Vampyre requires Blood), and declaring himself to be a Man of the World, a weary Voyager in the Ports of Love, a jaded Rake, a bor’d Libertine—when indeed ’twas clear as Crystal that he was not above my own Age.
A dissolute Footman, a Dancing Master with an Excess of Hubris, a Porter with Delusions of Grandeur, makes a better Rake than a Man of Parts and Breeding, because he hath no Education to cause him a Moment’s Hesitation in his loathsome, ignoble, and degrading Vices; if you let a Rake into your Bed, you will i’faith often find a Footman in the cast-off Clothes of his Lord.
Me Mother was a prim Popish Heiress, me Father an agin’ Restoration Rake who would ne’er confess that the Age o’ the Wits had pass’d, an’ who sought to make our decayin’ Family Seat in Oxfordshire—a ruin’d Gothick Pile known as Wilderknoll—into a little Replica o’ the Court o’ Charles II, with ancient decayin’ Courtiers scribblin’ their execrable Verses an’ agin’ Belles playin’ nauseously at bein’ irresistible young Mistresses.
Too clever to spend her Life betwixt the Tea-Table and the Card-Table, too sweet of Disposition to nag and scold her Husband for his long Absences, his Whoring and Gaming, and too timid to be a Female Rake in the Fashion of the Day, and use her Married State as a Cloak to cover divers Amours, she languished in the Country, devoting herself to her Children far past the Age when they requir’d her Care, and to a Menagerie of Beasts on whom she lavish’d more than natural Maternal Affection.
Yet he was no Monster either; he was no more than a Spoilt Rake whose Selfishness had always gone uncheckt.
Only a Rake cares more for his Privy Member than his Soul, and a Rake, you will find ere long, is the dullest sort of Man.
O they gave my open, trusting Face a sinister Look (which perhaps increas’d its Allure—at least for a Rake like Lord Bellars).
Why, in Coxtart’s Brothel, I had seen many a Rich Rake spend as much for a new Peruke or a Mock-Maidenhead as would feed a Country Family for a Year.
I’faith, he is more arous’d by playing the passive Virginal Maid than he was by playing the Seducing Rake; for upon this Occasion his Cock requires no coaxing.
She scoff’d at Fine Manners, took her Pleasure where and when it pleas’d her, like a Rake, but underneath it all, she had the Pyrate’s Honour and an Honest Heart.
Do you think I have gain’d the passionate Loyalty of such a notorious Rake by letting him come to me at any Hour? Nay, Mother Coxtart, he will pay better for my Services if he is forced to wait!.
Lord Bellars had no Wish to have his Sleep interrupted by a squalling Babe—for no Rake nor Man of Fashion would endure such Distractions; thus the Infant was sent to Griffith upon her Birth and left for near three Years.
Venus had driven out Apollo! A suitable Punishment for my Wickedness! Now I would ne’er be a great Epick Poet, but merely a degraded Sensualist, a Female Rake, the very sort of Creature I most abhorr’d in the other Sex.
He was the sort of Man who wins Women by thinking he has nothing winning about him, the sort of Man, in short, who will ne’er be call’d a Rake or Man of Pleasure, tho’ indeed he gives more True Pleasure than those who are term’d such.
Yet here, too, it appear’d the Weather was our Friend, for just when it seem’d we’d ne’er take the Cassandra at all, the Waves gave us just the Boost we needed to send our Bowsprit shuddering athwart her Waist—like a Rake accosting the Honour of a trembling Virgin!.
And for that I would sooner drive this Sword… (and here he drew it and it twinkl’d evilly in the dim Candlelight) …into my Breast than have you loathe me for a vile Villain, a Common Rake, which surely is your Right, consid’ring what hath transpir’d before Supper.
But Lord Bellars, like most Men, was no canny Mathematician regarding the Natural Cycles of the Fair Sex (and howe’er many Babes he may have begotten—both as Rake and Husband—the very Process still seem’d as obscure to him as those curious Heavens of the Mahometans and Hebrews).
He came into my Chamber all full of Swagger and Braggadocio, claiming that he requir’d a fresh Maidenhead a Day to keep his Spirits up (as a Vampyre requires Blood), and declaring himself to be a Man of the World, a weary Voyager in the Ports of Love, a jaded Rake, a bor’d Libertine—when indeed ’twas clear as Crystal that he was not above my own Age.
A dissolute Footman, a Dancing Master with an Excess of Hubris, a Porter with Delusions of Grandeur, makes a better Rake than a Man of Parts and Breeding, because he hath no Education to cause him a Moment’s Hesitation in his loathsome, ignoble, and degrading Vices; if you let a Rake into your Bed, you will i’faith often find a Footman in the cast-off Clothes of his Lord.
Me Mother was a prim Popish Heiress, me Father an agin’ Restoration Rake who would ne’er confess that the Age o’ the Wits had pass’d, an’ who sought to make our decayin’ Family Seat in Oxfordshire—a ruin’d Gothick Pile known as Wilderknoll—into a little Replica o’ the Court o’ Charles II, with ancient decayin’ Courtiers scribblin’ their execrable Verses an’ agin’ Belles playin’ nauseously at bein’ irresistible young Mistresses.
Too clever to spend her Life betwixt the Tea-Table and the Card-Table, too sweet of Disposition to nag and scold her Husband for his long Absences, his Whoring and Gaming, and too timid to be a Female Rake in the Fashion of the Day, and use her Married State as a Cloak to cover divers Amours, she languished in the Country, devoting herself to her Children far past the Age when they requir’d her Care, and to a Menagerie of Beasts on whom she lavish’d more than natural Maternal Affection.
Den raka näsan.
Jag borde raka mig.
De står i raka led.
Den raka hållningen.
– Raka verba, sa Lawman.
Nu var det raka rör igen.
Raka rör bara, döda ungen.
Och hon hade raka, smala ben.
Själv var han raka motsatsen.
Vi red raka vägen till slottet.
Eller så kör vi raka puckar.
Nils var sin systers raka motsats.
Raka motsatsen till sin storebror.
Den andre mannen var raka motsatsen.
Raka vägen till grönsaksindustrin.
Hon var helt enkelt min raka motsats.
Du gjorde det enda raka, tycker jag.
Både raka och krokiga fjälster tagas.
Långa, raka gångar skar genom lokalen.
Raka motsatsen till ”En svensk tiger”.
Där raka linjer skall råda, råder kaos.
– Gick raka vägen tillbaka till hotellet.
Sedan raka vägen upp genom juggekarriären.
Hon gick raka vägen upp till Segerstads rum.
De hade uppnått raka motsatsen till trygghet.
Managern som satt bredvid var hans raka motsats.
Raka puckar, eller hur? Det var ju det du sa.
Det är ju raka vägen tillbaka till femtiotalet.
»Men förhör under hypnos ger sällan raka svar.
Höga tallar stod som raka telefonstolpar runt dem.
Pojkar skola genompryglas – det är det enda raka.
Jag borde raka mig.
De står i raka led.
Den raka hållningen.
– Raka verba, sa Lawman.
Nu var det raka rör igen.
Raka rör bara, döda ungen.
Och hon hade raka, smala ben.
Själv var han raka motsatsen.
Vi red raka vägen till slottet.
Eller så kör vi raka puckar.
Nils var sin systers raka motsats.
Raka motsatsen till sin storebror.
Den andre mannen var raka motsatsen.
Raka vägen till grönsaksindustrin.
Hon var helt enkelt min raka motsats.
Du gjorde det enda raka, tycker jag.
Både raka och krokiga fjälster tagas.
Långa, raka gångar skar genom lokalen.
Raka motsatsen till ”En svensk tiger”.
Där raka linjer skall råda, råder kaos.
– Gick raka vägen tillbaka till hotellet.
Sedan raka vägen upp genom juggekarriären.
Hon gick raka vägen upp till Segerstads rum.
De hade uppnått raka motsatsen till trygghet.
Managern som satt bredvid var hans raka motsats.
Raka puckar, eller hur? Det var ju det du sa.
Det är ju raka vägen tillbaka till femtiotalet.
»Men förhör under hypnos ger sällan raka svar.
Höga tallar stod som raka telefonstolpar runt dem.
Pojkar skola genompryglas – det är det enda raka.
Rakt i nät.
Rakt ut bara.
Rakt på bara.
Rakt fram här.
Rakt mot vägen.
Han går rakt på.
Han skrek rakt ut.
Han kan se rakt in.
Gick rakt igenom.
Den gled rakt igenom.
Hårt, rakt i huvudet.
Bara rakt ut en bit.
Kort korridor rakt fram.
Wallin gick rakt på sak.
Titta rakt fram, såja.
Den gick rakt in i kroppen.
Han är rakt på i sin stil.
Jag sköt rakt upp i krysset.
Joachim skrek rakt ut i luften.
Rakt fram syntes vardagsrummet.
De störtades rakt ner i skiten.
Han såg henne rakt i ögonen.
Det fanns ingenting rakt framför.
Han stirrade tomt rakt ut i rymden.
Lamporna var riktade rakt mot honom.
Kniven hade gått rakt in i hjärtat.
Fönstren var hål rakt in i mörkret.
Clark: Han är på väg rakt mot mig.
Jag kan känna henne komma rakt mot mig.
Han var rufsig och stor och rakt på sak.
Jag fortsätter att titta rakt framåt.
Rakt ut bara.
Rakt på bara.
Rakt fram här.
Rakt mot vägen.
Han går rakt på.
Han skrek rakt ut.
Han kan se rakt in.
Gick rakt igenom.
Den gled rakt igenom.
Hårt, rakt i huvudet.
Bara rakt ut en bit.
Kort korridor rakt fram.
Wallin gick rakt på sak.
Titta rakt fram, såja.
Den gick rakt in i kroppen.
Han är rakt på i sin stil.
Jag sköt rakt upp i krysset.
Joachim skrek rakt ut i luften.
Rakt fram syntes vardagsrummet.
De störtades rakt ner i skiten.
Han såg henne rakt i ögonen.
Det fanns ingenting rakt framför.
Han stirrade tomt rakt ut i rymden.
Lamporna var riktade rakt mot honom.
Kniven hade gått rakt in i hjärtat.
Fönstren var hål rakt in i mörkret.
Clark: Han är på väg rakt mot mig.
Jag kan känna henne komma rakt mot mig.
Han var rufsig och stor och rakt på sak.
Jag fortsätter att titta rakt framåt.
Han var rak.
Rak och ärlig.
Inte på rak arm.
Hennes blick var rak.
Det var en rak fråga.
Ställt en rak fråga.
Rak, enkel och konkret.
Det sägs att du är rak.
Hon satt där rak i ryggen.
Du har ju alltid varit rak.
– Rak fråga, sa Johansson.
– Nej, inte på rak arm.
Du är rak och klar, Bertil.
En stor ande säger det rak ut.
Han satt rak i stolen, allvarlig.
Det är bra att vara rak i ryggen.
Den ena skänkeln var rak och skarp.
Vägen var fortfarande bred och rak.
En rak fråga – är han svensk?.
Han snärtade i en perfekt rak rörelse.
Och så gestalten, som hon höll så rak.
Han kunde knappt stå rak under snedtaket.
Den hängde där rak och korrekt och svart.
McKenna var lugnast och mest rak på sak.
Hon var icke lång, men höll sig mycket rak.
Ändå står han rak i den annalkande stormen.
Hon borde ha varit rak mot honom från början.
Han brukade vara rak i ryggen, men inte längre.
Ansiktet var klassiskt rent med rak näsa och en.
Det kunde inte redaktören komma ihåg på rak arm.
Rak och ärlig.
Inte på rak arm.
Hennes blick var rak.
Det var en rak fråga.
Ställt en rak fråga.
Rak, enkel och konkret.
Det sägs att du är rak.
Hon satt där rak i ryggen.
Du har ju alltid varit rak.
– Rak fråga, sa Johansson.
– Nej, inte på rak arm.
Du är rak och klar, Bertil.
En stor ande säger det rak ut.
Han satt rak i stolen, allvarlig.
Det är bra att vara rak i ryggen.
Den ena skänkeln var rak och skarp.
Vägen var fortfarande bred och rak.
En rak fråga – är han svensk?.
Han snärtade i en perfekt rak rörelse.
Och så gestalten, som hon höll så rak.
Han kunde knappt stå rak under snedtaket.
Den hängde där rak och korrekt och svart.
McKenna var lugnast och mest rak på sak.
Hon var icke lång, men höll sig mycket rak.
Ändå står han rak i den annalkande stormen.
Hon borde ha varit rak mot honom från början.
Han brukade vara rak i ryggen, men inte längre.
Ansiktet var klassiskt rent med rak näsa och en.
Det kunde inte redaktören komma ihåg på rak arm.