There was something ludicrous, even more, unbecoming a gentleman, in leaving a friend's house in a pet, with the host's reproaches sounding in his ears, to be matched only by the bitterness of the guest's sneering retorts.

Numerous samples of breccia and impact melts were recovered by drilling into the floor of the crater.

The truth is I didn't really think about any of that, just lunged forward, grabbed the guy's wrist, and clamped down good and tight. “Aieee,” he screamed, or something like that, very unpleasant down deep in my ears.

a reciprocal invitation to lunch