Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.
We bore ourselves in order to earn money that we'll later spend on trying to de-bore ourselves
What bores the listener bores the speaker too.
The greatest concubines in history knew that everything revealed with nothing concealed is a bore.
the majority of critical, and plenty of uncritical, readers find quotations a bore.
He is an old bore. Even the grave yawns for him.
Never ask a bore a question.
The way to be a bore is to say everything.
Highly educated bores are by far the worst; they know so much, in such fiendish detail, to be boring about.
One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.
Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.
We are almost always wearied in the company of persons with whom we are not permitted to be weary.
Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
I've met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you're a downright bore.
What I know bores me.
It's a bore - B-O-R-E - when you find you've begun to rot.
Fenworth!' Yes?' You bore me with your prattle. ' Oh, regrettable that. Why don't you seek the company of someone who doesn't prattle? Seems like a good solution to your problem.
He bore no grudge against those he had wronged.
Literature bores me, especially great literature
Have you ever been to a picnic? And someone blows up a balloon, and everyone starts tossing it around, and it's always just about to touch the ground, but someone always gets there just in time to tap it back up? That balloon, that's God, the very best in all of us, the kindness, the heavy petting, Funny Girl!. . . Evil bores me. It's just one note. It doesn't sing! Oh, of course life sucks! It always will. So why not make the most of it?