A passage, left for air, led to a cliff That beetled high above a sandy beach Washed by confineless billows, which, methought, Cried scornfully, “Slave, slave!”

At first he contented himself by flattening his nose against the window-glasses of his study, and looking what the Englander was about.

I couldn't carry the burden of shame engendered by the bully-boy advertising of max-strength cold and flu remedies, the obvious subtext of which is Get to work, you pussy.

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