Others have conſidered infinite Space as the Receptacle, or rather the Habitation of the Almighty : But the nobleſt and moſt exalted Way of conſidering this infinite Space is that of Sir Iſaac Newton, who calls it the Senſorium of the Godhead. Brutes and Men have their Senſoriola, or little Senſoriums by which they apprehend the Preſence and perceive the Actions of a few Objects, that lie contiguous to them.

Desperate to retrieve the webscrolls and unpower the staff, which could only be done by tossing it into The Saline Sea, …

The palace in a woody vale they found, High raised of stone; a shaded space around; Where mountain wolves and brindled lions roam, (By magic tamed,) familiar to the dome.

Happier after that expression of poco-curantism, I strolled down to Veeraswamy's and thoughtfully gorged myself with curried lamb and buttered chapatis.