For nearly a century, it has been the fashion of the social sciences, particularly in my native America, to be enamored of a kind of environmentalistic dynamicism which has restricted the consideration of static elements within the human polity.

Modest Morvith of the golden hair, that lily-browed girl in Enid's shape, made passion catch and glow to flame when in bright leaves once around my neck her white arms went to take me slave to lips I'd not known.

See how the white-lash gave Blacks and Latinos the blues! No way to claim investment profits shareholders lose!

The house is hers'd about with a black wood, Which nods with many a heavy-headed tree: Each flower's a pregnant poison, try'd and good; Each herb a plague.