What is the purpose of our feeble crying in the awful silences of space? Can our dim intelligence read the secrets of that star-strewn sky? Does any answer come out of it?

Painted turtles lay oval, elongate eggs.

I can see why you like and approved of the Bush Sunnicidal War Policy of foreign occupation of a soverign nation like the British in Ireland.

So would I (said th'enchaunter) glad and faine / Beteeme to you this sword, you to defend ….