That which were a dishonour to God the Son, were a dishonour to God the holy Ghost.

This was the first time we were going to sleep together, ever. I climbed into her bed naked as she. Two chestless wonders.

Obama’s thoughtfulness is obvious to anyone who has observed his political career, but in this book he lays himself open to self-questioning.

In Devonshire it [the yellowhammer] goes by the names of Little-bread-and-no-cheese, and Gladdy. Of the latter name I do not know the origin; that of the former is clear enough; for if the words A little bit of bread and no cheese be chanted rapidly in one note, descending at the word cheese, the performance, both in matter and style, will bear a close resemblance to the bird's song.