Words fail to present the difference between blue and green to the blind or to the daltonic, and, as everyone knows, all the attempts to translate music into words invariably awkward, crude, and inadequate.

Living beyond the Omega-4 mass relay in the Terminus Systems, the mysterious Collector species is glimpsed so rarely as to be taken for a myth by most in galactic society. In reality, Collectors are human-sized insectoid bipeds and can resemble massive winged beetles. They are a terrifying force in the galaxy, responsible for the murder of hundreds of thousands.

These plugs fell out perhaps for three reasons—proneness of the teeth to decay, want of sufficient hold for the plug, and compactibility of the gold; but the latter was the greatest cause, at least we think so from the fact that where there was still a portion of the gold remaining, it was soft, water-soaked; hence capillary attraction must be overcome to a great extent or the gold will finally be displaced.

I reflect on how easily the building could fall victim to squatters and, in a moment of bolshiness, think it would serve the negligent owners jolly well right.