Don't sit on that chair, it has bockety legs.

For us, they are the whole package—fantastic foliage, precocious bloom, and beautiful flowers. In short, elegant simplicity.

A mile walk took us into Mountshannon, a sort of Brigadoon, so quiet in the warm sun we thought it deserted.

As Einde posted somewhat embarressed, this goes against one of the central tenets of Marxism/Leninism/Trotzkism.