Perhaps though in time one may make them to yield, But 'tis pretty'st Cob-Castle e'er I beheld.

He knocked out cans of warm cola at two pound fifty a time.

Perhaps we have not been sufficiently aware that talking about access and its implications in Scandinavia is like bringing owls to Athens.

He's down in the dumps because nobody wants to buy his art and his wife died, while she's got a case of the gloomies in response to public apathy for the plight of the underclass.