only a small percent attain the top ranks

Och, murther! faix, some spell my pipe bewishes, I've played a wail and raised the little fishes.

I wanted him to give her up and luminously informed him why; on which he never protested nor contradicted, never was even so alembicated as to declare just for the sake of the drama that he wouldn't. He simply and undramatically didn't....

I am Gwendolyn Goblin, soon to be chief on Goblin Mountain. Now get out of the way before I move you out. Ho, ho, ho. It is to laugh. You can't move me out, you skirted goblette. You must pay .. So you're stuck, goblette, Hugh Mongous said. Pay. This is outrageous! Gwenndy said, stamping her little foot. .. “Cups, glasses, containers, bottles, mugs—” “Goblets?” Whatever. “Nothing interesting,” Gwenny said, hoping the demoness would go away. There was no point in correcting her about the distinction between a goblet and a goblette, or in reminding her that there was only one goblin in this party. They had enough problems without having them complicated by a supernatural creature. Demonesses were supposed to be less worse than demons, being mischievous rather than mean, but their mischief could be formidable.