[…] or 44 in the quindenary scale.

I don't plan on selling my Nuclear shares, replied Lillis. But I've been on Wall Street for fifty years, and if there's one thing I learned, it's that at the right price I'd sell the shirt off my back.

Perhaps the most striking difference between [A Tale of Two Cities] and his other novels may seem to lie in the all but entire absence from it of any humour or attempt at humour; for neither the brutalities of that “honest tradesman” Jerry, nor the laconisms of Miss Pross, can well be called by that name.

And now you know you're not alone, because you're part of an international renaissance, part of the noble company of yarnspinners and wondersmiths.