Encyclopedia: Bells, credit cards, and stalkers.

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* Old Tom was the single cracked bronze bell in the University
bell tower.
[ Eric, by Terry Pratchett ]
*bell
They were old Chimes, trust me. Centuries ago, these Bells had
been baptized by bishops: so many centuries ago, that the register
of their baptism was lost long, long before the memory of man, and
no one knew their names. They had had their Godfathers and
Godmothers, these Bells (for my own part, by the way, I would
rather incur the responsibility of being Godfather to a Bell than
a Boy), and had their silver mugs no doubt, besides.
But Time had mowed down their sponsors, and Henry the Eighth had
melted down their mugs; and they now hung, nameless and mugless,
in the church-tower.
[ The Chimes, by Charles Dickens ]
~*engraved*bell*
*bell*
Hear the sledges with the bells --
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells --
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
[ The Bells, by Edgar Allan Poe ]
blindfold
The blindfolding was performed by binding a piece of the
yellowish linen whereof those of the Amahagger who condescended
@@ -1083,9 +1088,19 @@ cream pie
[ The Vor Game, by Lois McMaster Bujold ]
credit card
charge card
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of
imagination.
[ Oscar Wilde ]
"We are not worried about the expiration date," repeated the
barman, satisfied that he now had Ford Prefect's full attention;
"we are worried about the entire piece of plastic."
"What?" said Ford. He seemed a little taken aback.
"This," said the barman, holding out the card as if it were a
small fish whose soul had three weeks earlier winged its way to
the Land Where Fish Are Eternally Blessed. "We don't accept it."
[...]
"But you don't understand," said Ford, his expression slowly
ripening from a little taken abackness into rank incredulity,
"this is the American Express card. It is the finest way of
settling bills known to man. Haven't you read their junk mail?"
[ So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish, by Douglas Adams ]
*crocodile
A big animal with the appearance of a lizard, constituting
an order of the reptiles (_Loricata_ or _Crocodylia_), the
@@ -5042,12 +5057,32 @@ stair*
Dr. Peter Venkman: They go up.
[ Ghostbusters, directed by Ivan Reitman,
written by Dan Ackroyd and Harold Ramis ]
stalker
invisible stalker
The Writer: Won't they come after us?
The Stalker: No, they're scared to death of it.
The Writer: Of what?
[ Stalker, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky ]
*stalker
“You dont understand,” he said, “who I am or what I am. Ill show
you. By Heaven! Ill show you.” Then he put his open palm over his
face and withdrew it. The centre of his face became a black
cavity. “Here,” he said. He stepped forward and handed Mrs. Hall
something which she, staring at his metamorphosed face, accepted
automatically. Then, when she saw what it was, she screamed
loudly, dropped it, and staggered back. The nose—it was the
strangers nose! pink and shining—rolled on the floor.
Then he removed his spectacles, and everyone in the bar gasped. He
took off his hat, and with a violent gesture tore at his whiskers
and bandages. For a moment they resisted him. A flash of horrible
anticipation passed through the bar. “Oh, my Gard!” said some one.
Then off they came.
It was worse than anything. Mrs. Hall, standing open-mouthed and
horror-struck, shrieked at what she saw, and made for the door of
the house. Everyone began to move. They were prepared for scars,
disfigurements, tangible horrors, but nothing! The bandages and
false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a
hobbledehoy jump to avoid them. Everyone tumbled on everyone else
down the steps. For the man who stood there shouting some
incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the
coat-collar of him, and then—nothingness, no visible thing at all!
[ The Invisible Man, by H. G. Wells ]
~statue trap
statue*
Then at last he began to wonder why the lion was standing so