Alas me! what a murmur and motion I hear, As of birds flying near! And the air undersings The soft stroke of their wings— And all life that approaches, I wait for in fear.

[S]ome communities along the lower Rhône complained that the BRL’s project allowed inland residents to receive “their” water, a grievance that echoed Rhodanians’ objections in the late nineteenth century, when Parisians and northern industrialists had sought access to Rhône-produced electricity.

Were Athenian pots bespoke, bearing images requested by Etruscans?

The depravity of manners, the scandalous indecency and obscenity of Lincoln’s own daily conversation [i.e. lifestyle], seems to have fallen like a fatal epidemic upon the people. He has Sodomized the nation.