After a long time (and the chant showed no signs of slackening) he found himself wondering, since Entish was such an ‘unhasty’ language, whether they had yet got further than Good Morning; and if Treebeard was to call the roll, how many days it would take to sing all their names.

The oxen likewise and the yong asses that eare the ground, shall eate cleane prouender which hath bene winnowed with the shouell and with the fanne.

Cæsar's dust - or is it Alexander's? - may stop a bunghole, but the functions of these dead Cæsars of the past was to light up a savage fetish dance.

The Almighty has smiled on us and blessed with good fortune.