One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, ...

He never dallied with the image, beloved of the Renaissance, of the lean and shrunk-shanked scholar, possessed of infinite Sitzfleisch and inured to pain.

It is true, though it's got nothing to do with me, that the building boom that created the Bombay of my childhood went into overdrive in the years before my birth

For it is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere