[…] the Great Depression - the old guy had gone around with his Hoover Flags door to door. They'd pledged to each other one night by the railroad station, taken vows over a bottle of Wild Turkey, just the first wonderful sip, to die together, to […]

Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts: The sonne his Father hardly can endure, Brother his brother, in one common Realme.

He reigned in an autocratic manner.

The doctors at the hospital check on the patients when they make the rounds at nine o'clock.