John caught his breath when he saw the bottle rolling unstoppably towards the opposite edge of the table.

The wondred Argo, which in venturous peece / First through the Euxine seas bore all the flowr of Greece.

Her memoir describes what it’s like to hate the Nazis — as she and her husband did — but to protest unheroically: making a snide comment when a building super rants against “unpatriotic people”; not finding humor in a party member’s joke; walking out of a movie in which a Jewish prime minister is executed (“the audience burst into applause”).

But the tall tower, with its four- faced clock, rose as majestically and uncompromisingly as though the land had never been subjugated.