The highlight of the hike was the sonorous cave, which produced a ringing echo from the hiker’s shouts.

My tastes, he said, still smiling, incline me to the garishly sunlit side of this planet. And, to tease her and arouse her to combat: I prefer a farandole to a nocturne; I'd rather have a painting than an etching; Mr. Whistler bores me with his monochromatic mud; I don't like dull colours, dull sounds, dull intellects;[…].

The voider hauing cléered the table, Cardes & Dice (for the laſt Meſſe) are ſerued vp to the boord: […]

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