It might have been the
weirdness of the typewriting that prevented the editors from accepting at least one little offering of mine.
He was alone, as was often the case when he visited the cabin, for the apes had no love for it; the story of the thunder-stick having lost nothing in the telling during these ten years had quite surrounded the white man's deserted abode with an atmosphere of
weirdness and terror for the simians.
He could be heard getting up hurriedly, stumbling against something, and Levin saw, facing him in the doorway, the big, scared eyes, and the huge, thin, stooping figure of his brother, so familiar, and yet astonishing in it
weirdness and sickliness.
Beneath the glorious effulgence of the two moons the scene was one of indescribable loveliness, tinged with the
weirdness of strange enchantment.
Its aspect was so profoundly lamentable, with such a perfection of grotesque misery and
weirdness of macabre detail, as if it were the Cab of Death itself, that Mrs Verloc, with that ready compassion of a woman for a horse
There is a
weirdness and uncanniness attaching to them.
Again and again the queen led the girl into the depths and out again, until the uncanny
weirdness of the thing got on my nerves so that I could have leaped into the tank to the child's rescue had I not taken a firm hold of myself.
In his ballad-romances, to be sure, such as, 'The King's Tragedy,' there is much dramatic vigor; yet there is still more of medieval
weirdness. Rossetti, like Dante, has much of spiritual mysticism, and his interest centers in the inner rather than the outer life; but his method, that of a painter and a southern Italian, is always highly sensuous.
But when that be- ing, parting with his black hands the long matted locks that hung before his face, as you part the two halves of a curtain, looked out at him with glisten- ing, wild, black-and-white eyes, the
weirdness of this silent encounter fairly staggered him.
One of the ship's boys (we had two), impressed by the
weirdness of the scene, wept as if his heart would break.
It's the sort of
weirdness that you have to dive headlong into ?
It's all hugely self-indulgent stuff from the creator, and indie film darling, Nicolas Winding Refn, but for some reason I can stop watching this blend of Quentin Tarantino ultraviolence and David Lynch
weirdness.