The dudes are the automobile and bus tourists, mere passers-through: thousands a summer day, millions a season. […] Dude expresses perfectly the image that seasonals from the stagecoach driver to the gas-pump jockey have had of tourists: soft, wealthy, uninitiated, ignorant, lowland and (preferably) eastern. […] For the average dude – if such a construct may be admitted – the park is an unusual commodity, financed by his taxes, from which he is therefore entitled to extract as much use and pleasure as he can from the rangers and seasonals who stand in his way.

I took aim and drew the trigger, but the gun missed fire. The person hearing the noise instantly jerked back his head.

Some ſay that Rauens foſter forlorne children, / The whilſt their owne birds famiſh in their neſts: / Oh be to me though thy hard hart ſay no, / Nothing ſo kinde but ſomething pittiful.

People who want to control who you talk to are not suitable relationship material, IMNAAHO.