If it had, only think what a scattering of clothing there would have been—skirts, dresses, sontags, double-dresses, shawls, cloaks, hoods, scarfs, veils, and little black strings […]

Perhaps the reason why he [a stuffed fox] seemed in such a ghastly rage was that he did not come by his death fairly. Otherwise his pelt would not have been so perfect. And why else was he put away up there out of sight?—and so magnificent a brush as he had too.

To this growing place Joseph and his son William removed their whitesmithing shop, and at about this period introduced the manufacture of gold beads, which wealthy dames wore and bequeathed as heirlooms to their descendants.

For what was objective existence in the long run but a series of common-or-garden situations?