We drew nearer the wonder-beast so as to assure ourselves she was real.

With this brain I must work, in order to give significancy and value to the few facts which I possess.

I thought you might see what she's up to if she is up to something, and I'm pretty sure she is. / You could knock me over with a feather, Jane said. Well! Yes, it does sound as though she's up to something I'd be inclined to say. But you can't be sure with an odd one like Sue. Might be a touch of harmless craziness.

Often […] exile is conceived as a purgatorial experience which the West Indian must undergo in order to know himself.