My favorite Greek cheese is the creamy, sheepy manouri: delicately scented and almost spreadable, it’s like a softer, pudgier feta.

But, my dear brothern an' sistern, they hain't no water down thar— it's a awful thing to think they hain't, but they hain't, b'caze the Bible says they hain't.

Theſe, who have nature's ſteps with care purſued, That matter is with active force endued, That all its parts magnetic power exert, And to each other gravitate, aſſert.

Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, / To rend my heart with grief and run distracted?