Debating the point was the fraternity's chief sadist, the aforementioned “Kluman the Obnoxious,” Kluman of the bulging malevolent black eyes, swarthy scowl, dark bass voice, and footballish build and disposition.

It would have been a great privilege to be the mistress of an old time-honoured mansion, to call oaks and elms her own, to know that acres of gardens were submitted to her caprices, to look at herds of cows and oxen, and be aware that they lowed on her own pastures.

You smile, act polite, shake their hands, then cut off their peters and put them in your pocket.” “Yes, Mr. President,” answered O'Brien.

Wake your brother up; it's time for school.