He was mounted upon an ass, a poor dejectable beast, whose back swayed beneath the mercer's weight as I 'neath your heavy wit, till his poor belly all but touched the ground.
And as Miſs is ſo fond of fetching and carrying, you may tell her we are to have a private play among ourſelves, as the quality have: the Diſtruſtful Mother, 'tis call'd— […]
The men resided in a huge bunk house, which consisted of one room only, with a shack outside where the cooking was done. In the large room were a dozen bunks ; half of them in a very dishevelled state, […]
The unconscious is full of artful subterfuge; it shapes our unplanned utterances with unforeseen forethoughts – or foreforms, if one permits such things, for the mind is a repository of hidden and ready formations, a dark library of grammars whose nature is to make possible the inspired and the rash: dreams, talk, solemn unbreakable vows.
