Surrounded by lofty airy cassias, broad-leaved, white-stemmed cecropias, thick-crowned myrtles, large-flowered bignonias, climbing tufts of the mellifluous paullinias, far-spreading tendrils of the passion-flower, and of the richly flowering hatched coronilla, above which rise the waving summits of Macaubu palms, we fancied ourselves transported into the gardens of the Hesperides.

“You're a stealer and a robber and a swiper and a thief,” I shouted.

[…] she believed them still so very much attached to each other, that they could not be too sedulously divided in word and deed on every occasion.

[…] start their own fraternities because none of the mainstream frats would have them," observed Bruce Morrow.23 Tim Powell: The people who were in FM when this new thing happened were, at least to a degree, a bunch of lameheads. There was a lot of everything motivation people and some of it pretty inexplicable.