I slept out in my flea-bag each night—the weather was almost too hot for long-disatnce cycling—and had unwound considerably by the time I reached Mainz.
'Tis education forms the common mind.
I only got a glimpse of the car, so I can tell you the colour but not the registration number.
[…] and, in this panegyrick of the Teutonick blood, I have so prolixly insisted, not only to vindicate our own, as being a stream of the same, and to evince the nobility thereof, but withal to convince the folly of those wretches among us, who aversing ours do so much adhere unto, and dote upon descents from France and Normandy.
