[…] and through the middle of this forest, from wall to wall, ran a winding line of brilliant green which marked the course of cottonwoods and willows.

Our plans were overtaken by events.

Romanticism, so sanguine and so venturous in its revolutionary youth, grew anile in its premature decrepitude ; mumbled its credos ; cursed its heretics — and died.

For the cybersleuth, hunting evidence in the data tangle of the Internet, the problem is different.