When the voiture stopped in the village, there seemed to be a nonplusation, to coin a word for the nonce, between my friend and his sisters.

I looked to Heaven, and tried to pray: But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made my heart as dry as dust.

The fact that approximately 40% of spoken language at the cafeteria was not English, suggests that the effect of the near 100% English signage is far from overpowering.

The clegs continue to swarm all around. I wonder how many there are.[…]Remaining seated on the block, I seize clegs out of the surrounding air at random, and with scissors cut out a tiny triangle from the rear edge of each one's right wing before releasing it.