It faced me…its ominous Beak crank’d open…it quack’d, its eye holding a certain gleam, and began to speak, in a curious Accent, inflected heavily with linguo-beccal Fricatives…

If you visit Italy, you'll need to get accustomed to the slower pace of life and the fact that most shops won't be open at lunch time.

A loadstone placed upon a small trencher of wood, floating on water, does instantly in one determinate point australize […]

His eyes were glued to the screen.