A new earth, where all their waters are milk and all their milk honey; where all their grass is corn, and all their corn manna; where all their glebe, and all their clods of earth, are gold; and all their gold of innumerable carats; where all their minutes are ages, and all their ages eternity; where everything is every minute in the highest exaltation, as good as it can be, and yet superexalted and infinitely multiplied by every minute's addition; every minute infinitely better than ever it was before.

The army is here, your liberty is assured.

The basic reason for increasing the size of the language is the so-called Turing tarpit: if the language is too simple, one may be able to do anything in it.

Linen shawls and spreads show up in secondhand clothing stores like those in the row on St. Marks Place in New York City.