The ball curled to a stop within six inches of the hole.

He stepped forward as he spoke, and his esquire gave him the two-hand Sword of State, heavy enough to behead a bisonoid.

[…] hardships he so gracefully endured amid numbered leave-takings from the softship of his father's customized cabin were notable and should be recorded for future invalids. real and imaginary. Exactly who was part of this airborne sodality?

You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in’t,—the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you;