And books were demanded of them, books on Russia, on sailors, on aeroplanes, on scientists, on metro-workers, on kolkhoz labourers, on women and schoolchildren and parachute heroes.

If that mocking bird don’t sing // Daddy’s going to buy me a diamond ring. // If that diamond ring don’t shine // Daddy’s going to buy me a bottle of wine.

He seemed to feel quite at home at the tinman's, although they were hammering and tapping away there all day, but people said that the gudewife put a dish of porridge up in the garret for him every Thursday evening; and it's no wonder that they got on well and became rich when they had a brownie in the house.

The course is an excellent one, and before these money grabbing times set in some of the fastest horses in the colony were brought down here[.]