A cold wind had blown through his seven-year-old skin, bringing with it the age of reason, thrilling his bones, horripilating its way up his spine.

As for those Samnites, and the men of Uz, That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece, Here have I purs'd their paltry silverlings. Fie, what a trouble 'tis to count this trash!

According to Gerenius, the world renowned Hebrewist and Lexicographer, the word translated sprinkle, signifies “to spout up,” and then to sprinkle, as the result.

For some reason it is the destiny of Richard Tull, to be surrounded by ideoglots. Idioglots, with their idiolects.