The meso- and metathorax are large and powerful, and become fused together into one solid mass, which may conveniently be termed the synthorax.

A second later, all I could think of was following Dad through the complex pattern of heel turns, weaves, spins and sweeping movements across the floor.

What is the heaven itself, but (as Gerson compares it well) as a great clock regularly moving in an equall sway of all the orbs, without difference of poyse, without variation of minutes, in a constant state of eviternall evennesse, both of being and motion.

I heard the fission bomb test clearly and I was over a hundred miles away.