Words are the furnace by means of which merely subjective connections made by individual human beings are converted into noematic meanings.

The right hon. Gentleman is afraid of an election, is he? Afraid? Frightened? Frit? Could not take it? Cannot stand it? If I were going to cut and run, I should have gone after the Falklands.

Visiting what the programme pudically calls A famous rendezvous for beautiful women and wealthy lovers -- the kind of place which in simple old London forces half the police into evening dress, with what result to the more imaginative of our younger officers Parliament discusseth not -- the Cornet beheld at a night-club Mlle.

And does the gastric unpleasantness still linger around the cardiac end, or has it migrated to the pylorus, and in doing so, did it seem to mozy along the lesser or greater stomachal curvature?