He'd fallen asleep after all (and he'd done it in such a way as to crick his neck and his back and put his right arm to sleep; hardly a good start to a busy day) and now daylight was seeping through the bald patches in the thatch, ...

The theory of natural selections holds, after all, only for adaptations, states of being adapted, adaptednesses; and these are means-end relations.

Of course, a lot of them say it is just their luck because they are not good enough grabbers to get in on anything like that.

Sweet Cossen, what we may not now impart, heere let vs bury it, closely in our hart