The dusky sons of Mohammed have been having a high old time down at the British India Company’s wharves during the past few days. [. . .] It was the great week of ‘Hobson-Jobson,’ as it is known out East, or the time of the Mohurram.

He even forgets about the great sum he loses, but perpetually irritates himself with his own suckerish imagination.

This book differs in focus, argument, and method from other available studies on postcommunist Russia.

Th' interminated ocean, he beholds Cursed with abhorrence by his doom severe.