I poured myself some more Glen Generic then saw that somebody had brought a bottle of cask-strength Laphroaig, so abandoned my first glass and poured another of the Leapfrog and went to the fridge for some water.

By year's end, he was to admit that Chicago had proved to be more difficult than any place he had been; more transigent, less amenable to reason, more violent.

The Captain thought so, and raved about her in uncouth convulsions. The barbed shaft of love had penetrated his dull hide. Six weeks—appropinquity—opportunity—had victimised him completely.

I heard a linnet courting His lady in the spring […]