...to-morrow I intend lengthening the night till afternoon. I prognosticate for myself an obstinate cold, at least.

The face which emerged was not reassuring. […]. He was not a mongol but there was a deficiency of a sort there, and it was not made more pretty by a latter-day hair cut which involved eccentrically long elf-locks and oiled black curls.

The inexorability of global warming gave people a reason to reduce automobile use.

I figured out that you had written it on Frinight. Plus”—he laughed—“everything was weirdly shaded, like it was lit by the moon.”