It looks complicated, but you'll soon pick it up.

We’re living in squalor That’s the name of this house This house is called squalor by all There’s a door broken somewhere but I never can remember quite where.

Once constituted, capital reproduces itself faster than output increases. The past devours the future.

I busied myself looking for a likely place, began to scrape together some heather and juniper twigs and made a bed on a small slope where it was fairly dry, opened my parcel and took out the blanket. I was tired and fagged out from the long walk and went to bed at once. I tossed and turned many times before I finally got settled.