Orion hit a rabbit once; but though sore wounded it got to the bury, and, struggling in, the arrow caught the side of the hole and was drawn out. Indeed, a nail filed sharp is not of much avail as an arrowhead; you must have it barbed, and that was a little beyond our skill.

The cattle were very uncomfortable, standing humped up in the bushes.

TYAN: My name is Tyan, my lord. KNIGHT: How old are you? TYAN: Fourteen, my lord. KNIGHT: And is it true that you have been in league with the Devil? Tyan nods quietly and looks away.

The Parnassian theory of art is mere imbecility.