When we were leaving it was getting dark and my husband says to me “look at all of those moon crickets.” I confusingly asked him what he had meant by that. When we got into the car, he explained to me that all of the black people walking around under the moonlight look like a bunch of crickets scurrying around.

I don't want to spoil any comparison you are going to make, said Jim, but I was at Winchester and New College. ¶ That will do, said Mackenzie. I was dragged up at the workhouse school till I was twelve. Then I ran away and sold papers in the streets, and anything else that I could pick up a few coppers by—except steal. […]

They arise to a strange and prodigious multitude, if not indefinitude, by their various positions, combinations, and conjunctions.

It is not my strength of mind (exert it as I may) that will prevent me from experiencing dyspepsia, if such follies as these are exhibited before me.