Evidently the imagines agentes, fantastically gesticulating from their places and arousing memory by their emotional appeal, seemed to him as cumbrous and useless for practical mnemonic purposes as they do to us.

All the fringe people thought it was such a good house, ingenious in fact, and erected similar makeshift housing for themselves.

Every bone in the real duck had its representative in the automaton, and its wings were anatomically exact. Every cavity, apophysis, and curvature was imitated, and each bone executed its proper movements.

He's a Feeb, but he's not my buddy.