The green hill slopes are dotted over with sheep and lambs nibbling away at their morning meal, kitchened with blabs of sparkling dew, and higher up the mountain side we hear the cootie moorcock's coothy craw.

Out in the country in India, the day begins early. One sees a plain, perfectly flat, dust-colored and brick-yardy, stretching limitlessly away on every side in the dim gray light […]

[Alison] Roman, now typical for such cases, ate crow with an apologetic statement about how she had reflected and realized her error.

Drank a glass of purl to recover appetite.