Slart

[…] they must be able to measure any earth—any inch-space of the heart whatever—else they are mere orts and slarts.

MINNIE: […] You kept the solid meal, and the orts and slarts any other woman could have. But I tell you, I'm not for having the orts and slarts,* and your leavings […] I'll have a man, or nothing, I will. […] MINNIE: Yes! What did you care about the woman who would have to take your sons after you? Nothing! You left her with just the slarts of a man. […] *the leftovers of a meal, often subsequently served up cold

In 1700 Swift was hectically cramming his Tub with the orts and slarts of discursivities then à la mode ranging from West-End chic to the hullabaloo of bullies, beggars, and doxies that he had agglomerated "from the Books, Pamphlets, and single Papers, offered us every Day in the Coffee-houses."

Existenz, seems to me such a pot au fen of all the others, such a soup of the orts of the past and the future, of the slarts of the mediocre events and despairs of the present, that I do not have much appetite for it.

In focusing on what (to borrow a phrase from D. H. Lawrence) we call the 'orts and slarts' of various song traditions, we want to break the persistent habit of looking at such pieces from the centre outwards, from the full or 'complete' narrative to the 'broken' edges—a habit which, long since[…]

CHAPTER. 20. SLARTS! Well, would you look at that? I still have some slarts left in my linguistic grab bag.

Luke at that dolly! — slarting t' barns wi' t' dish-clart, astead o' gehring wesh'd up,[…]

Wheer t'much [muck] slarts daan t'winders / We've all on us coil up / We're agait naah wi't cinders / And if t'bum bailiff cums lads / E'll nivver find us / Cos we're right daan in t'coil oil / Wheer t'much slarts daan t'winders. Bob Schofield, Francis, Day & Hunter […]

[…] on his throne the slarting / Thunderer turns, / Melts with soft sighs, with kindling rapture burns; / Clasps her fair hand, and eyes in fond amaze / The bright Intruder with enamour'd gaze. / "And leaves my Goddess, like a blooming bride,[…]"