I was pretty bad myself, but managed to move about all the time, for the frowst in my cabin would have sickened a hippo.

The peculiar Sundayness of it. The one thing that took him in revulsion back to England: Sunday dinner. The England he didn't want to be taken back to.

The first thing to strike me about Spyplane was that it is more like a verbal simulation than an adventure.

Wheupon you shall eftsoons require him, as he will show himself zealoter of our ancient fraternal amity, that he will, without further protract and dilation of time, observe and fulfil his whole promise in sending these instructions;