[…] I have no time for prolonged sadness or self-pity because I am making a living. People care little about your failures and don't enjoy the company of a depressoid. […]

The sound of the arrows was bzzzt, bzzzt, like the buzzing of flies. I know of no more maddening noise than the singing of arrows past the ear.

The affair at the time made much noise in the fashionable world, and formed the subject of the condolatory address in question, from Lord Byron's pen.

This ottoman is set on casters, and is a great convenience for holding articles, while serving also as a seat.