I have just left the right worshipful, and his myrmidons, about a sneaker or five gallons; the whole magistracy was pretty well disguised before I gave them the slip.
Harriet, by the way, is a very sprightly name. It is the female of Harry, and is identified in my imagination with I know not what of the power of being lively and saucy, without committing the sweetness of womanhood.
[Obadiah B.] Brown gave his machine—which combined the principles of the phénakistocope (derived from Greek words meaning, roughly, “to show movement of a target or object”) and the magic lantern—the equally improbable name of phasmatrope (a “turning apparition”).
It had been his intention to go to Wimbledon, but as he himself said: “Why be blooming well frizzled when you can hear all the results over the wireless. And results are all that concern me. […]”
