[N]o time has passed since we lived in caves, grappled with fish at the reedy shore, buried our dead with a song, with red-ochre and pulled up our dolmens, temples and menhirs and standing stones to the glory of some indeterminate god or gods, […]

[…] during this time [when the Nile is overflowing] the Air is so antipestilential, that not only the Plague does not make a new Eruption; but is either wonderfully check’d or quite suppress’d in those houses that it has already invaded,

Instead of the fine faunching black mare he usually rode he was on a light grey today, a little slower if it came to a run from the Indians or a buffalo stampede, but much less conspicuous against the snow.

Today, though, most artists create at least some one-of-a-kind dolls, and many create nothing but one-of-a-kinds.