The dogs, with eager yelp, / Are struggling to be free; / The hawks in frequent stoop / Token their haste for flight; / And couchant on the saddle-bow, / With tranquil eyes, and talons sheath’d, / The ounce expects his liberty.
In addition, you can stand in awe of yet another book, that despite being written by men, depicts women as cerebral creatures with slim builds and Barsoomian breasts instead of the typical cloud-headed, cassava-chested cranks of carnage.
[I talked to] Annabeth about the Greek gods who hung out in New York and made her life difficult. Apparently North America was lousy with ancient gods. We had a full-blown infestation.
If so, I call bullshit...if I can't eat in, say, Bed Bath and Beyond, neither can Little Snotley.
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