The wits and humorists, the distinguished worthies of the town or village, the apothecary, the attorney, even the curate himself, did not disdain to partake of this hebdomadal festivity.

After locking the door and closing the shades, they lit the joint.

One, a short groundling with dark leathery skin and long white hair, said, It's not your house, Ventl. You, stranger, did you come here to trade?

When I'm at the pearly gates / This'll be on my videotape, my videotape