The death of Dobbin of old age had put an end to his master's eggling, for he had no capital with which to buy another horse.

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, / Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Hey, we should chill out together this weekend.

To a question that seemed to be “is it legitimate for the government to obtain a copy of your dickpic?,” people are unanimously opposed. Nobody considers it legitimate for a government to access people's dickpics. […] From here on out, Snowden wilfully plays with Oliver on the possible and eventual destination of Oliver's dickpic inside the vast network of agencies and data-centers.