We had to sit in the dark because the electric was cut off.

[N]othing gave him so much joy in conversation, as an opportunity of giving the company to understand, how well he was with persons of distinguished rank and character: he would often (for example) observe, as it were occasionally, that the duke of G— was one of the best natured men in the world […].

[…] I did remember I had among the Seamens Cloaths which were sav’d out of the Ship, some Neckcloaths of Callicoe or Muslin; and with some Pieces of these I made three small Sieves, but proper enough for the Work […]

Many dress up as the Headless Horsewoman and her lover, the Apple Elf. Wait, Apple Elf? Where do humans come up with this stuff? Still, a small tent grabs my attention. In it, a group of humans put on a play about this unfortunate pair.