The fable of every poem is, according to Aristotle’s division, either simple or implex. It is called simple when there is no change of fortune in it; implex, when the fortune of the chief actor changes from bad to good, or from good to bad. The implex fable is thought most perfect: I suppose, because it is more proper to stir up the passion of the reader, and to surprise him with a greater variety of accidents.
I am of the Opinion that Man is not a drinking (becauſe not a carnivorous) Animal, at leaſt no more than a Rabbet, or Sheep, forc'd to it when the Graſs is Sunburnt, parch'd and dry; for if we liv'd as did the Antediluvians, on Fruits, Roots and Herbs, &c. thoſe Eſculents had Moiſture and Succulency enough to abate, (or rather to prevent) Thirſt.
Hyperbolic geometry provides each line with two points at infinity. Whether there is a piece of the line beyond the points at infinity, completing the piece lying in the finite to a closed curve, we cannot say, since we cannot move as far as the points at infinity, let alone beyond them.
The aim was to fly down, run the half, do a quick tiki tour of the company's salmon fishery and then fly home.
