The second their center snapped the ball, I submarined between the big guy's legs and tackled the halfback.

Do what, sir? I reach you not.

When such lines and forms of organic development prevail, the individual, as the cell of the body, becomes soon senescent, drifting inevitably into age, decay, and death.

[…] As I’m fond of informing some of my less educated but wealthy clients, ‘silence is often the answer’. Let’s say ten thousand pounds or guineas: could that buy a silentious disposition, sir?