I can understand why people read horoscopes, but for me it's a bunch of fiddle-faddle.

[…] finding that he could not shake off the hounds, turned to the left towards the Saltwater River, and rushing down a precipitous and stony approach to the river, he instantly took soil in very deep water, with the pack clustering round him.

It was the only name anybody seemed to know him by, “Kieselguhr” being a kind of fine clay, used to soak up nitroglycerine and stabilize it into dynamite.

Now, beshrew his heart, quoth jolly Robin, that would deny a butcher. And, moreover, I will go dine with you all, my sweet lads, and that as fast as I can hie. Whereupon, having sold all his meat, he closed his stall and went with them to the great Guild Hall.