The lushly verdant jungle harbored many plants unknown to outsiders.
Madam, the good Yankee housewife, who has reminiscences of having sold her husband's second best unwhisperables one day in the earlier period of her wedded life, to a young Israelite with a big basket, rich with gaudy mantel ornaments, who rode down contemptuously, and annihilated before her very face, the testimony of her very eyes, and made her think the unwhisperables aforesaid a bundle of worthlessness, all tattered and torn —mandam, I say, who remembers this, and the paltry gilt vase she got (and which the first baby luckily knoced over and broke with its excursive little fist one day), will hardly read with much sympathy these romantic rhapsodies concerning the children of Israel.
' May I use your phone book? he asked the broad-beamed, middle-aged proprietor. In the rear," the proprietor said amiably, with a jerk of his heavy thumb.'
The exercise involved in recrafting the past, past encounters and memories actually rejuvenates short-term and present memory — remarkably!
