Dispirited and weary to the last degree, but a greater lion than ever (he had done nothing all the afternoon but answer letters from strangers; half of them about nothing; half about borrowing money, and all requiring an instantaneous reply), Martin walked down to the wharf, through a concourse of people, with Mrs Hominy upon his arm; and went on board. But Mark was bent on solving the riddle of this lionship, if he could; and so, not without the risk of being left behind, ran back to the hotel.

I've long learned that engaging with basement-dwelling STEMlords who come online looking for a fight is never a good idea — the last thing I want is to provide free entertainment for their fragile egos.

One can go even further and remark that it is in the infancy stories, just where the humanity of the Messiah appears, that Luke picks up the veterotestamentary themes of the actual presence and the voice of God and applies them to Jesus.

[The animals] were not valuable enough to be worth the trouble of saving until rain came to fill the holes and freshen the pastures.