He stormed down the path, practically kicking the front gate off its hinges only to see his bus coming, started running desperately and almost got to the stop, desperate fingers outstretched, but the doors slammed shut in his face and the bloody thing drove off leaving him holding onto a lamppost to support himself, gasping, desperate for breath and fit to be tied, the poor bugger watched the bus disappear down the road through a red mist, seething fit to kill.

Other ſignes of the Hiues fullneſſe and readineſſe to ſwarm are at the Hiue-doore, […] Fourthly, their firſt lying forth in foggy and ſultrie mornings & euenings, & going in again when the aire is cleere.

My momma’s so great: she bakes me cookies every week.

The preposterous altruism too![…]Resist not evil. It is an insane immolation of self—as bad intrinsically as fakirs stabbing themselves or anchorites warping their spines in caves scarcely large enough for a fair-sized dog.