In my heart I inwardly cursed the Catholic world, but my soul was touched with compassion for this poor, old soul, wandering around in a big city, afraid to return to her shelter that night on account of not having secured enough money to appease an infamous and greedy priestcraft that they might receive an applaudit from Rome.

Just what do you hope to gain by badgering my people down here? They're not going to spill their guts to you in a month of Sundays.

It is probable that, as the campaign progresses, the Manchurian Communists will be able to secure a foothold on the North China Plain.

Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"