At the Nugent tribal dinnertable we think of fastfood as a mallard or quail, garlic’d and buttered to perfection.[…]We talk each night before bed, do chores together, have great daily reviews at the dinnertable throughout the year, and I make sure we spend as much quality, heart-to-heart time together as possible.[…]Maybe that’s one of the reasons a hunting family feels so much better connected to the precious food that feeds us at our dinnertables.[…]This killing game for the dinnertable is serious stuff, and I, for one, will never let its impact be diminished.

[…]that he may have leave to meet ſome few Neighbours to duſt a ſtand of Ale[…]

The furnace protested long and hackingly like the lungs of an old smoker at an early morning cigarette.

The old lion perisheth for lack of prey.