The men resided in a huge bunk house, which consisted of one room only, with a shack outside where the cooking was done. In the large room were a dozen bunks ; half of them in a very dishevelled state, […]
He was mounted upon an ass, a poor dejectable beast, whose back swayed beneath the mercer's weight as I 'neath your heavy wit, till his poor belly all but touched the ground.
The unconscious is full of artful subterfuge; it shapes our unplanned utterances with unforeseen forethoughts – or foreforms, if one permits such things, for the mind is a repository of hidden and ready formations, a dark library of grammars whose nature is to make possible the inspired and the rash: dreams, talk, solemn unbreakable vows.
And as Miſs is ſo fond of fetching and carrying, you may tell her we are to have a private play among ourſelves, as the quality have: the Diſtruſtful Mother, 'tis call'd— […]
