Twenty or thirty years ago, it was a common practice for the weavers and spinners to be called from their proper occupations to assist in blending, as the term is, and this without any remuneration, excepting a largess of beer to allay their thirst, and fortify them against the shoddy fever; thus these men had not such a direct interest in the work as to induce, or such an aptitude for it, as to enable them to do it well.

Then there was the cool air as I entered the front hall of Number Twelve Šporkova, the metal box for the electrics built into the wall beside the entrance with its lightning symbol, the octofoil mosaic flower in shades of dove grey and snow white […]

Must the coming woman marry to take away the reproach of maidhood? ... But if the coming woman is to have the same fear of keeping her maidhood, she will be as subject to man as now, and equality laws will fail to make her equal.

Watt saw the little movements of the stuff, the little bulgings and crumplings, and the sudden indrawings, where it was nipped, between forefinger and thumb probably, for those are the nippers.