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[…] it belongs to the realm of magnetic currents or to the binding properties of steel girders and not to the floppings of grass or the contours of the parochial churchyard.

Lode mine investors were often distant financiers: soft, pink-handed men who earned their livings with pens, not hammers.

Ageine, the Atheistes, which say in their hartes there is no God; […]