[H]e [Paul] laboureth to comfort Timothy vvith the remembrance of the ſtedfaſtneſs of Gods eternal decree of Election, becauſe grounded on his foreknowledge; […]

That's why he wanted Ammi and Asharfi to sell the house and join him in Delhi, away from the nose-picking, Ganj-strolling, chikan-wearing, coffee-drinking habits of a lifetime.

Until today, in my practice as a vitreoretinal surgeon, I offered patients a choice of Avastin or Lucentis, sometimes remarking that Avastin is the socially responsible way to treat wet age-related macular degeneration.

Ten minutes later in his room under the eaves his last thoughts were of the young trader at the wheel of the Seal Pup driving his craft recklessly through the night waters, his devil-ridden eyes fixed on—what?