Adjectives Are The Sugar Of Literature And

If You Have Work To Do, Don't Wait To Feel Like It; Set To Work And You Will Feel Like It.

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

It Might Seem That An Egg Which Has Succeeded In Being Fresh Has Done All That Can Reasonably Be Expected Of It.

It's Never Permitted To Be Surprised At The Aberrations Of Born Fools.