[…] a rainy Palm Sunday. […] At Grace Church on-the-Hill, the children and the acolytes stood huddled in the narthex; holding their palm fronds, they resembled tourists who’d landed in the tropics on an unseasonably cold day. The organist chose Brahms for the processional—“O Welt ich muss dich lassen”; “O world I must leave you.”

I'm an internationalist You, wanderer, probably don't know what that is! An internazi is the sort of man you won't find in the Balkan.

It stands on the conflux of two rivers—the Chelmer, whence the town is called, and the Cann.

The asthenosphere that underlies the surface plates is not liquid in any vernacular sense, although it is relatively plastic.