All this adoe about the golden age is but an empty rattle and frivolous conceipt.

There is more than mere strength, there seems as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow which he deals upon his enemies. God assoilzie him of the sin of bloodshed!—it is fearful, yet magnificent, to behold how the arm and heart of one man can triumph over hundreds.

We changed into our swimsuits in the locker room next to the pool.

You sure scarfed that pizza.