They directed their fire towards the men on the wall.

Nothing could be more business-like than the construction of the stout dams, and nothing more gently rural than the limpid lakes, with the grand old forest trees marshalled round their margins like a veteran army that had marched down to drink, only to be stricken motionless at the water’s edge.

I remember saying goodbye to all of my friends. But, I was telling lies, it wasn’t a goodbye at all, it was a badbye.

He's such a phony, he doesn't believe half of what he says.