Dancing, which is not only rhythmic movement, pure and simple, undebased with any element of utility, but is capable of performance under conditions positively baneful, is for these reasons the most engaging of them all[…]

I'm not reachable over the weekend, but I'll be in touch early in the week.

She looked at some apples, turned a few over, took a whiff of some others, but just couldn't make up her mind which to buy — it was as though her whole fate depended on it. She finally spied some golden ones with the fragrance of champagne — smooth round Antonovkas. And above them was the smiling, golden face of a Korean farmer.

I'm so embarrassed, I misquoted Hamlet to a professor of Shakespeare.