Toward the horizon a flotilla of fishing-boats showed immutable, pink-lacquered by the evening sun.

Putting a dirty buttprint on the bed probably wasn't the nicest thing to do, but it couldn't be helped.

In the bunkrooms, adorned with family photos and a needlepoint extolling the virtues of firefighters — respected, proud, dependable — Mr. Drayton’s locker was marked “Big Earl.”

That good old blind bibber of Helicon I wot well, came a begging to one of the chiefe citties of Greece, & promiſed them vaſt corpulent volumes of immortallity, if they would beſtowe vpon him but a ſlender outbrothers annuity of muttõ & broth, and a pallet to ſleep on; and with deriſion they reiected him, …