Thinks I to myself, “Sol, you're run off your course again. This is a rich man's summer ‘cottage’ […].” So I started to back away again into the bushes. But I hadn't backed more'n a couple of yards when I see something so amazing that I couldn't help scooching down behind the bayberries and looking at it.

Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors / Just animals surviving with that animal behavior

About the Crownment are thirteen little Boys with different Inſtruments, of which you may alſo diſcern the motion.

I am very uneasy to think how I have been drawn on one hand, and driven on the other, into a clandestine, in short, into a more lover-like correspondence, which my heart condemns.