| "'And come out to me and eat thee every one of his vine "'and every one of his fig tree "'and drink ye everyone the waters of his own cistern... "' | |
| "'Did you say pig or fig? | |
| "Because all its branches are dull grey, I pity the poor, ugly fig tree" | |
| "Do you really give a fig, pig?" | |
| "Growing wild like the fig tree, worshipped by all." | |
| "'And come out to me and eat thee every one of his vine "'and every one of his fig tree "'and drink ye everyone the waters of his own cistern... "' | |
| "'Did you say pig or fig? | |
| "Because all its branches are dull grey, I pity the poor, ugly fig tree" | |
| "Do you really give a fig, pig?" | |
| "Growing wild like the fig tree, worshipped by all." | |
| "...brawn and figs and roasted herrings in pickle" | |
| "What's- Oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, That, isn't it?" | |
| "You want some figs? | |
| "as the sun set over the great divide, "butterflies rained down on Marie like figs in July." | |
| 'Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing his crucibles, and mixes, especially for Mrs Pugh, a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists, which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, | |
| "...brawn and figs and roasted herrings in pickle" | |
| "What's- Oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, That, isn't it?" | |
| "You want some figs? | |
| "as the sun set over the great divide, "butterflies rained down on Marie like figs in July." | |
| 'Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing his crucibles, and mixes, especially for Mrs Pugh, a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists, which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, | |
