A mere piece of roguery told in the abstract, without the proper picaresque ornaments, its manifold sinuosities and dexterities, has no interest for the reader; it may recommend the executor of it to the administration of a cat-o-nine-tails, or to an honourable post in the gallies: but there is no music in it without the proper accompaniments.

Every circumstance which evinced the savage nature of the beings at whose mercy I was, augmented the fearful apprehensions that consumed me.

Someone says there's something more to pay for sins that you committed yesterday; it's really rather drippy but something oh so trippy. Something happened to me yesterday.

Let the long peruke succeed the godly cropt hair; the cravat, the ruff; […]