Then again, if it hadn't been for that unattractive yearbook picture, I wouldn't have realized how crazy I looked long jumping and thus I would not have improved my technique.

Sir Gregory. I promise you, not a house-rabbit, sir. Sir Perfidious. No sucker on ’em all.

She could have joined most comfortably in all their supposings, and suspicions, and doubts, and prognostications, but the honour of the family was too nearly concerned to allow free reins to her tongue.

Given the connection between increasing entropy and the arrow of time, does the Big Crunch mean that time would run backwards as soon as collapse began?