It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one Saturday night—and, as obscurely as it had begun, his career as Trimalchio was over.

The speaker slipped his arms into his pack-harness and adjusted the tumpline to his forehead preparatory to rising.

Money, thou bane of bliſſe, & ſourſe of wo, / Whence com'ſt thou, that thou art ſo freſh and fine? / I know thy parentage is baſe and low: / Man found thee poore and dirtie in a mine.

...the Commission was aware of the anticonsumer effects of market segmentation...