Swum ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

We left this place after marching and countermarching back and forward some days.

“OK, can we go back now?” asked their guide and expert on the underground, whose restless eyes implied that he was on the edge of panic. “I for one am not venturing a step further into this Mordor.”

I love the smell of fresh bread.