‘You don't see them figs nowhere else up here. And it didn't get here by accident neither. Them old people planted her beside the springs in a sheltered place against the rocks hundreds of years back.’

God shall enlarge Japheth, and he shall dwell in the tents of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant.

I've watched the summer evenings pass by / I've heard the rattle in my bronchi.

I consider these more as the privileges of age, than as part of the hymeneal dowry.