Other than my earthquake kit, the cupboards are looking pretty Mother Hubbard. We can go to the Farmers Market and get some produce.

The most logical explanation for the telltale randomly oriented magnetic rock materials is the recurrent careenings of the globe.

Sweeter than gowany glens or new-mawn hay.

[…] let us observe that the method of business at some of the second-rate houses is not always so straightforward. Many descend to the petty expedient of employing touters (hookers in, they are called), who frequent the railway stations and the coffee-rooms of inns, and hook in the unwary draper to their employers' dens. […] When the honest country draper meets with a hooker-in, when he is hooked by the button-hole on the railway platform, he had better beware.