choicely good

Quick souls have their intensest life in the first anticipatory sketch of what may or will be, and the pursuit of their wish is the pursuit of that paradisiac vision which only impelled them

Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the shadow on your green, Shenandoah!

Their names all sounded the same to me at first, and I had trouble keeping straight who was who.