‘I agree with you,’ replied the stranger; ‘we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves—such a friend ought to be—do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.’

So, little by little, youth loosens the hard carapace of confining custom their elders have built over the human heart.

And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha

The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of agriculture.