Usually some old crone was squatted on the earth floor, weaving cedar fibre or tatters of old cloth into a mat, her claw-like fingers twining in and out, in and out, among the strands that were fastened to a crude frame of sticks.

[Alexander] Pope, after censuring the haste, negligence, and fustian language of [George] Chapman, observes that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a free daring spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have written before he arrived at years of discretion.

The fact that late developers emerged, ripe for grammar school education, having 'failed' the eleven plus test, was embarrassing.

Here on what Floridians call the Space Coast, where Route A1A changes into Astronaut Boulevard, a new spirit of hope has landed at the Moon Hut, home of the moonburger.