“Also, that American on Mount Emei was very white,” he said. “His skin was so white and bad-looking! But you're actually a little yellow—you look more Chinese. Your skin is much better than his!”

Year after year unto her feet, ⁠The while she slumbereth alone

Venice! dear beautiful Venice! scene of harmony and love! where all was gayety and mirth, revelry and pleasure, with what warm feelings do I recall thee to my memory; day and night were the gondoliers singing barcarolles, or the verses of [Torquato] Tasso and [Ludovico] Ariosto to Venetian airs; […]

[…]Dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skillful and deadly.