First of all, call me Sam; second, you should know I have a black thumb when it comes to anything other than cactus.

Chocolate came in those fairy cups of India china, which made the delight of our grandmothers, and whose value was such, that the poet satirist considered their loss to be the severest trial to a woman's feelings—alias her temper;...

Or show you restless, miswandering, misclimbing ones new and easier footpaths?

Why do you clutter up your mind with such useless knowledge?