That comed - as you call it - of being arrant asses, retorted the doctor, "and not having sense enough to know honest air from poison, and the dry land from a vile, pestiferous slough.

Dipper: What in the heck happened on that date? Mabel: I don't know. I was in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into romance zone!

All that is left of the omnidirectional ball of intense eyes is the dual colour of the ocellations and the brilliant pattern they make, a fascinating, silky fan.

Many master tailors keep more hands than they have employment for, especially in the slack. But no work means no pay. Some of those journeymen can't pay their bills and take home 'sank work' of custom-house and post clothing.