AFTON: (CROSSING HER FINGERS) I always tell the truth. See for yourself. From the men's doorway you can see that the fjord is empty.
You need not care only for the past, or be an archæologue or romancer, to enjoy this land of Merlin and the Tylwyth Teg, and once you have come under its “cyfaredd,” as the poets say, you will get to like it better and better every year you return to it.
The State has no tool delicate enough to deracinate the rooted habits and tangled affections of the family; the two sexes, whether happy or unhappy, are glued together too tightly for us to get the blade of a legal penknife in between them.
He might, said Bacon, though I have small fear of his doubting the supernature of the android. He is much given to superstition, and his strange dream will confirm that bent of mind.
