A plague on these “labour-saving” machines of our Yankee cousins, they invade everything—from old Aunt Grace’s work-box and needle-craft—good, wholesome, home-sewn shirts and their slop rivals—to the poetry of the hayfield.

A life is more valuable than a penis.

I thought that these generals may never have intended to defect, or had at least hedged their bets enough that they could jump either way on Tuesday, depending on what course events took.

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