the fissural pattern of a brain

His face fit his roles: now smiling, now earnest, now glowering, now raging.

Perhaps there was some man thousands ago in the desert at night the dogs coyotes hyennas ate walking around in a nimbus now he developed an instinct for light bulbs i call him satan after the wagon wheelbench ....

Mr. Bennet's property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his.