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The highlight of the hike was the sonorous cave, which produced a ringing echo from the hiker’s shouts.

The voider hauing cléered the table, Cardes & Dice (for the laſt Meſſe) are ſerued vp to the boord: […]

My tastes, he said, still smiling, incline me to the garishly sunlit side of this planet. And, to tease her and arouse her to combat: I prefer a farandole to a nocturne; I'd rather have a painting than an etching; Mr. Whistler bores me with his monochromatic mud; I don't like dull colours, dull sounds, dull intellects;[…].