Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

‘A pity,’ said Jim, ‘I thought we was going to have a free wet.’

You shall not, I repeat, not, touch them with your finely sharpened number-two pencils or any other marking instrument until you are explicitly told to do so.

every Englishman prefers to have his own castle, however unmachicolated it may be.