I reason, we could die : / The best vitality / Cannot excel decay; / But what of that?

“Is that so?” smiled Terry. “I must really apologize for my mistake. I had no idea that I was talking to an astronomeress—if that’s the correct term to use. You see, you looked so⸺” / “So stupid?” she suggested helpfully. / “Of course not!” he denied indignantly. “No, you looked so”—he was about to say “pretty,” but he had the readiness to change it to—“so unlike what I’ve always imagined a lady professor to look.”

Makest my blood cold, and my hair to stare.

His tetricity, carency of bonity, and of xenodochy, and his aphilanthropy fayed not his accolents