[…]then frigify it, & reſerve it in a pot, & drinck heerof thrice a vveecke, at Even, and at Morne, a ſpoone full, this corrobarateth the Braynes, and is adiuvable to the Memorye, and cauſeth Sleep.

“Hey, shitass, wake up,” said Hooter, then gave the kid's shoulder a shake.

Kiss the sky in this hypermagical province—a “summit of summits” that includes the peaks of the Eiger, Mönch, and Jungfrau.

He frowned, and sent snifts of snow and symptoms of rain that dampened the ardor of the golf contingent and made things murky and dreary outside.