My precious, please don′t ever send me a penny of extra money. That is very straight dinkum.

Some apology, I feel, is due from one who has never been in Japan for venturing to write about netsukes.

The balloon was drifting in the breeze.

[…] Who’s over me? Truth hath no confines. Take off thine eye! more intolerable than fiends’ glarings is a doltish stare! So, so; thou reddenest and palest; my heat has melted thee to anger-glow. But look ye, Starbuck, what is said in heat, that thing unsays itself. […]