A plague upon the people fell, / A famine after laid them low, / Then thorpe and byre arose in fire, / For on them brake the sudden foe; […]

a marble heart

If you take it to court, you're the guy who screams at the ump ’cause they don't like the call at the plate.

At the time when I was spending many weeks every year with the Fitzpatricks as Gerald's guest, said Austerlitz, Evelyn was perhaps in his mid-fifties, but was so crippled by Bechterew's disease that he looked like an old man, and could walk only with the greatest difficulty, bending right over.