If we missed stays and failed to tack we would sag off to leeward, onto the sandbank.

Then some wer fair and fat, some nowt but skin and byen, / And at a tyebble sat a man near twenty styen

I was a sodaholic. I could drink a 2 liter bottle of soda in a matter of hours regardless of the time. It wasn't until I started trying to learn other ways to control my panic attacks that I cut back on caffeine […]

Part of the decrease was a Flanderization of the Rat […] his characteristics became exaggerated to the point that he seemed to me to be approaching self-caricature […] and Harrison's writing quirks began to dominate the story, rather than merely accent it.