Moreover, the novel contains, in its carnivalesque polyphony, the strident counter-Qur'anic voice of the Sikh mechanic Kalasinga — a fascinating fictional construct that recalls the fleeting figure of the harlequinlike Russian […]

No, fair Kate, rejoined Henry; so as I have voluntarily proclaimed myself thy prisoner, in good sooth I may not permit this earl to run loose and gain fresh fame whilst we are here bound in chains of love : therefore, Earl of March. we command thee to ungauntlet,—and now your hand.

[…] where yet the Embers glow, Wide o’er the Pyle the sable Wine they throw, And deep subsides the ashy Heap below.

[…] the surfaces of the concave lens may be so proportioned as to aberrate exactly equal to the convex lens, near the axis […]