Tis Because We Be On A Blighted

This Hobble Of Being Alive Is Rather Serious, Don’t You Think So?

...she Moved About In A Mental Cloud Of Many-coloured Idealities, Which Eclipsed All Sinister Contingencies By Its Brightness.

He Wished She Knew His Impressions; But He Would As Soon Have Thought Of Carrying An Odour In A Net As Of Attempting To Convey The Intangibilities Of His Feeling In The Coarse Meshes Of Language. So He Remained Silent.

Ladies Know What To Guard Against, Because They Read Novels That Tell Them Of These Tricks.

Do Not Do An Immoral Thing For Moral Reasons.