“Lord, how glad I’ll be to git rid o’ him!” Peters said in an undertone to Hite. “He hev mighty nigh argufied me ter death,—’bout sperits, an’ witches, an’ salvation, an’ law, an’ craps, an’ horse-flesh, an’ weather signs. […] ”
Twelve laps later, Leclerc locked up at the first chicane and clattered over the run-off area. Again, Hamilton got a run on him, and this time Leclerc defended robustly through the flat-out Curva Grande, moving very late to block Hamilton to the Ferrari's left.
[…] we can scarcely open, a book in which the habits and manners of animals are treated of, without meeting with numerous, fervent, and eloquent expatiatings on their sagacity […]
Is not a scholiastic athanasy better than none?
