Where's the goddamned cartridge?

where he used to cut them dead, he now helps them on with their coats

The promise of a good time called from the redlipped moths underneath the fluttering eyelashes that did nothing to conceal their specialties and those solicitations came not only in the cover of dark but they were there in the mornings and in the afternoons.

For the common Logist, Reckenmaster, or Arithmeticien, in hys vsing of Numbers: of an Vnit, imagineth lesse partes: and calleth them Fractions.