Our elation, our artistic response to imagination or sublimity, depends on our being overwhelmed immersively, and the constructions we subsequently make are but necessary leverages to sustaining and explaining that end.

The winds that create the fog die down, and the Bay Area is clear. […] sank not during the summer fog season, but rather in winter during a thick tule fog.

The fingerprints are used for a quick background check with the FBI's IAFIS database, and the photograph and hand geometry are stored on a personalized smartcard, the “portpass.”

Say, ye strangers to Care, and abounders in Mirth! what will he do, when he finds himself still subsisting in a state, where none of those Pleasures, for which alone he wished to subsist, can possibly any longer subsist with him?