Wit which borders upon profaneness […] deserves to be branded as folly.

It is what we are calling the componentization of the Web. The Web is sort of breaking apart into smaller pieces.

Here indeed was the witch wife's chance; and she was the more keen, for her master had warned her that this was her last chance. Either Ailie's soul would be his, or her auld wrunkled body and black heart would be flung from this pleasant world to their apportioned place.

[I]n his Paroxyſms, as he vvalked the Streets, he vvould have his Pockets loaden vvith Stones, to pelt at the Signs.