As a teenager, I remember discussing with mother 'the facts of life' and asking, 'If I got pregnant, what would you do?' Our mother got extremely upset and said viamently, 'Well, you wouldn't give it up!'

[…] the cries of the natives, the moanings and gurglings of camels, the trumpetings of elephants, the buglings of neighbouring regiments […]

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In the Sarcophagans, or flesh-eaters, as the name implies, the bristles on the antennæ are feathered.