Again, the division of the higher forms of animal life into males and females—obnoxious as it is to the champions of the Woman's Rights Movement, and inconvenient as it proves to a certain class of world-betterers—can neither be abrogated nor explained away. There is, to be sure, a time in the life of hen pheasants, and other female gallinaceous birds, when they—in the magniloquent language of a weekly literary organ of epicœnes and garotters—rise up and look their tyrant in the face, in the hope that, ever after, he will sit uneasily on his roost.

The relatively large eyes may enable the bigeye to feed at lower light intensity than other tunas.

“If I don't go back to my boy friend he'll be as mad as hell. He's a sulky brute, but Christ, he's a good screw.”

The neighbouring men had all come to see the firangi, the foreign woman, …