'Shall we go home Fido? No? O.K. we'll stay' and 'Walkies,' says the husband to the dog. 'No, pubbies,' says the wife; Disorientation from Non-Pub World ('Am I still here, barman, or have I gone home?')

In the studs of persons of quality in Ireland, where care is taken, […] we see horses bred of excellent shape, vigour, and size.

He [Winston Churchill] was born at Blenheim Palace, that Oxfordshire pile built for his ancestor John Churchill, 1st Duke of Marlborough, who also knew a thing or two about warfare.

[…] to make the creation of beauty in words your sole aim involves so much exclusion and rejection that only a very vigorous poetic genius can save the result from mere prettiness and mere tuniness.