[…] I remember well that one of his jests on this occasion was pinning the wig of His Grace the Lord Archbishop of Canterbury to the wig of that right reverend Father in God, the Lord Bishop of London, as these two holy men sat discussing the question of a pension on the Irish establishment, for one of the King’s cast-off mistresses; and when they rose and moved in opposite directions great was their dismay at finding that they unwigged each other.

Phrenitis, which the Greeks derive from the word φρήν, is a disease of the mind, with a continual madness or dotage […].

Not all of the elven folk are benign. There are dark elves, too, who do not wish humans well.

Prices seem to have stopped rising, having hit the psychological ceiling of just under 100 dollars.