I have a warm and happy memory of my own well-washed and well-thumbed rag book with its picture of Spot the dog, a chicken, a spinning top and building blocks. Certainly a rag book should be washable and non-toxic.

The Devils fell upon the Damn’d; and the Damn’d fell upon the Devils, without knowing One from t’other: and all running helter-skelter, to and again, like Mad; for in fine, it was no other then a general Revolt.

I don't like driving that old car because it always steers a little to the left so I'm forever compensating for that when I drive it. Trust me, it gets annoying real fast.

Ashes from the firewheels, spread through the fields, guarantee bumper crops for the coming seasons.