In such an enclosing autism the knowledge that God suffers one's agony can be a delivering knowledge indeed: One is not at all a vessel of rottingness; one is a real, living, feeling consciousness, even in the extreme experience of suffering - […]

With milke-white Hartes vpon an Iuorie ſled, Thou ſhalt be drawen amidſt the froſen Pooles, And ſcale the yſie mountaines lofty tops: Which with thy beautie will be soone reſolu’d.

All members of one breed, both dog and bitch, champion and nonchampion, are judged in a series of competitions until only one animal remains.

I had a killer headache this morning.