"Mincemeat" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... troubles. What was it you said? Oh! tea. Thank you; that reminds me. Will you come and have dinner with me to-morrow after church? It is Christmas Day, you know. Pigott has given me a turkey she has been fatting, and I made the mincemeat myself, so there will be plenty to eat if we can find ...
— Dawn • H. Rider Haggard
... controversy names known and unknown, as Roberval, Hobbes, Carcavi, Lord Charles Cavendish, Pallieur, Mersenne, Tassius, Baron Wolzogen, Descartes, Cavalieri and Golius.[188] Among them, of course, Longomontanus was made {106} mincemeat: but he is said to have insisted on the discovery ...
— A Budget of Paradoxes, Volume I (of II) • Augustus De Morgan
... came in from the post office and laid an open letter on the table beside her mother, who was making mincemeat. Alma Allen looked up from the cake she was frosting to ask, "What is the matter? You look as if your ...
— Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1904 • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... the judge's turn to be astonished. He was so accustomed to the cheap triumphs that judges look to win in court that he had expected to make mincemeat of this poor, broken old man whom the law had delivered to his tender mercy. But he discovered that the old man had fine courage and replied with spirit ...
— Fantomas • Pierre Souvestre
... still beats. Very well. Cut out the heart, or, better, fling the flesh-remnant into a machine of a thousand blades and make mincemeat of it—and I, I, don't you understand, all the spirit and the mystery and the vital fire and life of me, am off and away. I have not perished. Only the body has perished, and ...
— The Jacket (The Star-Rover) • Jack London
... Shoes. "I vow there's two short-witted blades trying to make me into mincemeat and near succeeding. They saw me hop ...
— Tales of the Jazz Age • F. Scott Fitzgerald
... the clo'eshorse down!— An' Etty grab Lee-Bob an' prance All roun' the room like it's a dance— Till Ma she come an' march us nen To dinner, where we're still again, But tickled so we ist can't eat But pie, an' ist the hot mincemeat With raisins in.—But Uncle et, An' Ma. An' there they set an' set Till purt'-nigh supper-time; nen we Tell him he's got to fix the Tree 'Fore Santy gits here, like ...
— A Defective Santa Claus • James Whitcomb Riley |
