the coming of the snows is no longer the year's curse but its promise, awaited eagerly for its influx of moneyed seekers after wintertime recreation, when the shining strands of telpherage have subdued every mountainside, and all is festival and wholesome sport and eugenically chosen stock

The choir stood on risers for the performance.

In the yeare of our Lorde .786. […] Pope Adrian sent two Lega[ts into] Englande […] with letters commendatory vnto Offa king of Mercia […]

As I read the chapters of this book, I thought not only about the connection between me and my mother, but also about the effect that my mothering has on my daughter and that her daughtering has on me.