I could see clear out to the humpbacks of small islands along the great lake, where small banks of fog hung.

He raised dim eyes to her, eyes that seemed already filmed with death's opaque curtains, but bravely, slowly smiled. I'm down, but not out, darlin'. That brute of a doctor jolted me hard; I nearly took the count—but I'm—still in the ring.[…]

If the Martian understood and could analyze the character of men and women, he would find in shops, factories, mills, schools, offices, in business, in the professions and arts, multitudes of men and women in the unhappy position of the fish out of water. Floundering hopelessly in vocations for which they have no aptitude, unless some merciful wave carry them to their native element, the place for which nature especially equipped them, their lives will be wrecked.

CHICAGO, Feb. 17 — Even as Mayor Richard M. Daley rolls toward a sixth term in elections this month, another chapter in Chicago’s dynastical politics is playing out in a few crime-plagued neighborhoods on the South Side.