There is there a certain wood called Heton-woode in oaks and the like, in which the tenants of Heton, who hold by charter in fee, have house-bote and hay-bote, of the delivery of the lord; by which that wood is wasted [or much destroyed, destruitur], and on that account does not grow again as much in yearly value, in wood, pannage, or other issues of a wood.

It isn’t the singers they are clapping; it's the composer.

I created a Steiner point in my layout design at the point where I want my net's routing to branch.

But before we get back to business, I've got to go to the little girl's room. Nothing like sweet tea to go right through you.