Scarcely two feet above me lay a burly, rotund traveller, of over two hundred pounds; […] The cord on which the fat sleeper's bed hung broke, and the wooden edge of the berth frame saw fit to fall on my face, with all his weight on top.

It's two bucks out of the money now, but it still has three weeks until expiration.

Of all the queer collections of humans outside of a crazy asylum, it seemed to me this sanitarium was the cup winner. But, after all, I shouldn't have expected nothing different. When you're well enough off so's you don't have to fret about anything but your heft or your diseases you begin to get queer, I suppose.

All the efforts to prove it have ended in mere appeals to cabalizing Jews, who lived long after the New Testament was written .