He bore a ſtrange kind of Appetite to Snap-dragon, and to the livid Snuffs of a burning Candle, which he would catch and ſwallow with an Agility, wonderful to conceive; …
Last week down our alley came a toff, / Nice old geyser with a nasty cough, / Sees my missus, takes his topper off, / Quite in a gentlemanly way
We've had another cold snap and the lake has refrozen.
By virtue of his freedom, man can either realize his theomorphic virtuality of being God's vicegerent on earth or deny himself this exalted niche by making the wrong choice.
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