But by the scorched bank-sides i' thy footsteps still I go plodding: Hedge-rows hot do resound with grasshops mournfully squeaking.

When he of the men hooked a cobia, the level of their voices picked up and soon—too soon—they had it boatside.

Risk is everywhere. From tabloid headlines insisting that coffee causes cancer (yesterday, of course, it cured it) to stern government warnings about alcohol and driving, the world is teeming with goblins.

… the bright frills of the winter fungi on the blotched trunks of the trees;