Her case was heard, but no sentence pronounced; for each elf was dying of anxiety to claim her as his elfess.

In the end though he had to admit that the car was knackered...

None the less is it of inestimable value to all to have an ideal which shall preserve us from taking the shadows for the reality, the shreds for a sufficient garment, and keep alive in us that “divine uncontent ” which is the spring and strength of all higher aspirations.

I think that kind of breathless egotism deserves little more than to limp home with its arse in a sling.