They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous layer to let them slip, pearllike, from our souls without real pain.

It was signalled forward by a banksman and as it passed him at low speed, the amber lights on the level crossing illuminated, … The banksman was facing away from the crossing when signalling the lorry driver and did not notice the crossing's activation for about five seconds, … After being alerted by another member of staff, the banksman ordered the lorry to reverse as the barriers started to lower.

I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.

Which Darkneſs is a fourth Property of the Moſaick Matter, and on which Plotinus inſiſts pretty copiouſly in this ſecond Ennead, and contends we can have no other notion of it, […]