Mythbrave

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Lizardmidnight

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

Hoofdour

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened. Takerquartz.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?