Perhaps it will be advisable for me to state my reasons for marrying.

Returning to your first point, the cauliflowering of magnesite bricks — we presume that this is due to your using high concentrations of oxygen for blowing the furnace, giving high checker-temperatures.

Sam was painting big abstract landscapes in those days — masses of green and brown and blue plucked from the world around here — and he would tell me the right way to look at the lake, how to empty myself of all thoughts of lakeness, and just see the thing.

[…] the light now on, now off, now on too glaringly, now too dimly, with the glow of a fitful dying battery—then at last to know the whole town plunged into darkness […]