Amidſt thir highth of noon,

This ended, in prolonged solemn tones, like the continual tolling of a bell in a ship that is foundering at sea in a fog—in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn;(...)

Shit happens; that's the way life is. In fact, I want you to take an additional thousand for your efforts.

We like the way they live, in their penthouselike surroundings filled with fake ferns and goldfish.