[…]so when he awakes from sleep, and says to himself, Shall I be no otherwise when I am dead, than I was even now when I was asleep? he may be ashamed of his waking dreams, and of his melancholy fancying out a horrid and an affrightful figure of that death which is so like sleep.

The author said you'd 'shoot out the uterine lining like a jellyfish' and could then 'waffle stomp that sombitch down the drain and you’ve got yourself a two day period.'

The reporters left it out... Those who spoke in favour of the poor men, were what the reporters call burked.

The cocktail, the universal “sherry and bitters” and sundowner will have to be retained.