He wanted to drop the gentleman and go down into the ranks, beginning on the lowest rung of the ladder, where no one would know of his disgrace or mind it if he did know; his father and mother on the other hand would wish him to clutch on to the fag-end of gentility at a starvation salary and with no prospect of advancement.

As if Fresh Meadows needed reminding that it was very much in the modern era, a notice arrived unwelcomed in April, in the form of an outbreak of the H1N1 influenza virus.

The refret or burden of the song in ver. 6, 8, 9, 10, “Yet have ye not returned to me,”[…] alludes to Deut. iv. 29(30),

Gem-quality olivine is known as peridot, which has a subtle green light all its own.