Further, the grazing blow caused the ball to pick up a furiously wicked spin, making it a madly twirling object. The ball skimmed off the sidewall near the corner and into the lower-right corner of the front wall.

I said, never clip a dog's nails without a styptic pencil handy.

[T]he gladness I have felt in France on a Sunday, or decadi, which I caught from the faces around me, was a sentiment more truly religious than all the stupid silliness which the streets of London ever inspired where the Sabbath is so decorously observed.

See — there is rouge and whore's paint on thy white starched and pleated shirt!