The festivities lasted four or five days, beneath a solemn but unraining November cloud, which afforded an artistic background to the fluttering miles of painted bunting which gaudily draped the sombre town.

Oh, Jeff Wain! returned the countryman slightingly; yas, I knows 'im, an' don' know no good of 'im. One er dese yer biggity, braggin' niggers—talks lack he own de whole county.

[Colonel Meyers:] That's for sure. What's your assessment of this exercise? [Highway:] It's a cluster fuck.

Who has lit the sun and the moon like two lamps, that they might shine in the distance on the two mountains on the two sides of the castle, comparable to two obeliscolychnies?