Ow! May shrieks. You...cuntmuffin!

Ting, ting, ting! went the bell again. Everybody sat down; the curtain shook, rose sufficiently high to display several pair of yellow boots paddling about, and there it remained.

Monodynamic men, men of a single talent, are rarely misapprehended; men of multitudinous powers, myriad-minded men, to use Coleridge's phrase, almost always.

He that is plentiful in expenses will hardly be preserved from decay.