Nor was the biscuit much better; nearly all of it was broken into hard, little gunflints, honeycombed through and through, as if the worms usually infesting this article in long tropical voyages had, in boring after nutriment, come out at the antipodes without finding anything.

I bet if you look at the average home or SOHO PC, that it will have an old version of Java installed, […]

As I walked slowly to my desk, I pictured myself, as I had done several times before, telling old Voldy I was quitting. Whenever I had the temptation to stop reading the immensely boring editorials and random reading material, I was subjecting myself to these days for my upcoming GDs/interviews, I would picture myself telling Voldy I was out of here and then his possible reactions. It was my favourite daydream.

Rumpty-tumpty, pimplety-pan— / The flubdub courted a catamaran / But timplety-topplety, timpity-tare— / The flubdub wedded the big blue bear!