Figure to yourself an extensive suite of rooms, long galleries and passages, the ceilings, or rather the beams, in such aërian perspective, as nearly to evade the sight; the walls literally bare and green, from damp; the pavement more rugged than Berkeley-Square, and I believe has not been cleaned for many years.

Use the globe he inhabits as a base wherewith to measure the magnitude and distance of the sun and planets.

He'd worked in the dairy industry for thirty-one years, recalling how in the past, when regulations were less stringent, they'd worked out how to unsour old cream, which they made into butter for domestic consumption.

And if that’s true, then you’ve had it, because all you have to do is look at America to see that it’s cut its own dickstrings.