In the first of these conditions — within the normal range — the TAT stories will be a mixture of cliches — stereotypes and fantasylike productions...

I just found out that my ex-wife, who never wanted children, now has two kids called, wait for it, Ludwig and Balthazar.

For, adds our erudite Friend, the Saxon weorthan equivalent to the German werden, means to grow, to become; traces of which old vocable are still found in the North-country dialects, as, ‘What is word of him?’ meaning ‘What is become of him?’ and the like. Nay we in modern English still say, ‘Woe worth the hour.’ [i.e. Woe befall the hour]

I drank too much moselle, imagining it a mere diuretic.