Thus Milton refines the question down to a matter of faith, said Coleridge, bringing the lecture to a close, and a kind of faith more independent, autonomous - more truly strong, as a matter of fact -...
Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.
Yeah, there's some unlikely beasts in the world, and it's best to stay near the ones that you've bought drinks for.
Time, he said solemnly, is comparable to a river flowing under a layer of ice. It stretches us out like water weeds, from root to tip, from birth to death, curled around whatever rocks or snags happen...
Let us quickly be finished with this business of dying, to save the trouble of making dinner.
The Spoonsize Boys steal the dollhouse toys while the cat by the fire is curled. Then away they floats in their eggshell boats, down the drains to their underground world.