He skulked, like his creps was made out of lead. His skin, normally like polished bronze, was drained flat, as if he'd been bleached. When I smiled and said hello to him, Husayn looked at me from fifty miles away.

The layman could have been forgiven for wondering if it was not just a faddish change from old-fashioned steam to cleaner, vaguely faster and more fashionable electric traction.

But his total indifference of subject and object, which received the name of System of Identity, instead of explaining the principle of correlativity, annihilated it.

Then I saw another mighty and glorious messenger of God, who, for the more speed of delivery and safety from all oppugnation, flew with the message of that true and sincere Gospel of Christ which had been long suppressed and opposed by men […]