He went back to his play like an opium-smoker back to his drug. He revised and re-arranged and revamped. He closed his eyes, valiantly, and cut away whole act-ends, at one grim stroke, like a surgeon operating on his own flesh and blood.

The Sun, the moon, the planets and the stars are, undoubtedly, moulded after the same pattern of immense cosmic shells with vacuitous interiors.

The food's lip-smackingly good with some veg options, and there's a ham and eggs breakfast for 3KM.

As a rule Julian dictated to secretaries, and so fast that Libanius says the tachygraphers were unable to keep pace with him, but certain postscripts are marked with his own hand.