Gravity pulls everything downwards.

The professor took pity on him. “Of course, of course. I have no further use for the remains. Inspector?” “Nah, get him out of here.” The meat-wagon boys got busy, and Benedetti went on.

The Chanfron, Chamfrein, or Shaffron took it's denomination from that part of the horse's head it covered, and was a kind of mask of iron, copper, or brass, and sometimes of jacked leather, enclosing the face and ears, some of these chanfrons seem to have been contrived as to hinder a horse from seeing right before him, perhaps to prevent his being intimidated by any object against which he might be directed, so as to cause him to start aside, or lessen the celerity of his charge.

It seems it is in fashion with you to sugar your papers with Carnation phrases, and spangle your speeches with new quodled words.