The wind is so strong that they have to fight their way through it, rocking like two old drunkards. All the poor little pahutukawas on the esplanade are bent to the ground.

Junkyard Dog always stopped for lengthy bathroom breaks by announcing his intentions in advance, using a different euphemism every time, saying, to name a few, I have to: drop anchor... do some paperwork... lay some foundation... pinch a loaf... lighten my load....

And when these promises have been unmistakably fulfilled, even Poincare will not hesitate to reduce the troops of occupation and to consent to complete evacuation at an early date, as well as to Locarnizing all the French policies.

Now seven times had frosty-bearded Winter covered both herbs and flowers with snow, and behung the trees with crystal icicles, since the unfortunate St. George beheld the cheerful light of heaven, but lived obscure in a dismal dungeon, […]