I'll contact you again on where to bring the money.” Was all the dog napper said before he hung up the phone.

A philosopher, busily sorting the world into the blue and the unblue, tells us that some ink is blue. We look at the ink one way, and it looks blue.

Suddenly the games were suspended, the cricketers threw down their bats, and the croqueters their mallets[…]

He that, without a microscope, could tell On one small louse how many licelings dwell!