So help me cat, Snowy chuckled, he shut up like an oyster, and in his confusion he said, 'Good afternoon, Mr. Snowy,' and he never came again.

John Dodds, the herd who bode in the place, was standing at the door, and he looked to see who was on the road so late.

Yes, I do expect someone else to come along and tell the story cinematically again. It's happened two or three times in our lifetimes, and the book is barely (or nearly, counting from 1954) 50 years old; why not again? But I don't expect a videobook recording cf. the audiobooks that have adhered verbatim or nearly so.

[He wrote] Textual Criticism of Kangxi Zidian, 1827[,] in which he identified more than 2500 erroneous citations in Kangxi.