There was a pencil sharpener at the front of the classroom.

Thus from the holy Warres are we return'd, / To ſlumber in the Summer of ſoft peace, / Since thoſe proud enemies that late blaſpheamd / And ſpit their furies in the face of Heaven, / Are now laid low in duſt.

Pleasure gardens offered a wide range of visual and musical sensations. […] If you wanted to slip the bounds of sexual decorum, you knew when and where to find willing accomplices inside the pleasure garden.

Impenetrable growth surrounds him. // Owlful. Batful. // Great moths of prey.