Art thou weary, art thou langwidge? he quoted after a reflective expectoration, which just missed my right foot.

I spent a werry plessant arternoon there, and drove home in style on the Box Seat of a reel Company's Bus. The nex day I went to Higate Wood, another of the grate works of the good old Copperashun.

Counterinsurgency is, by definition, a competition between insurgents and counterinsurgents for the control and support of a population.

Even the homely wood blewits, that you cook like tripe, with milk and onions, and the egg-yolk yellow chanterelle with its fan-vaulting and faint smell of apricots, all spring up overnight like bubbles of earth, unsustained by nature, existing in a void.