When a great French writer, Emil Zola, alarmed at the sterilization of his nation, wrote an eloquent and powerful book to restore the prestige of parentage, it was at once assumed in England that a work of this character, with such a title as Fecundity, was too abominable to be translated, and that any attempt to deal with the relations of the sexes from any other than the voluptuary or romantic point of view must be sternly put down.

' […] why don't you have a beer with me, Howie? It's this new stuff. American Grain, it's called. I never heard of it, but it was on sale so I bought a six-pack. Nothing ventured, nothing grained, am I right?' 'Hardy-har,' he said, wrinkling his nose. Vi's penchant for puns had struck him as cute when he first met her, but it had staled somewhat over the years.

...is just something God sicks on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.

If he [the Hindu god Varuna] cannot be classed exclusively among the gods of the sky he nevertheless has qualities proper to the ouranian divinities. He is visva-darsata, everywhere visible, he separated the two worlds, the wind is his breath; …