I wasn't going to hate-fuck you, because I don't hate you. I love you, but I just can't make love to you either.

A plaintfull ſtory from a ſiſtring vale

But anyone who did find the trains was in for a treat: great mahogany wardrobes of carriages with comfortable transverse seats, clocks and cigarette machines.

Is it not evident, that his fore-approval, or election, of some to sonship upon earth merely, is a very different thing from his fore-approval, or election, of others to eternal sonship in heaven ?