Of infallibility, in all shapes, lay or clerical, it is needful to iterate with more than Catonic pertinacity, Delenda est.

Very few people will be able to “rise to the occasion” if they have a few hundred thousand strontium units in them.

What follows this fable are 500 or so pages in which Justus bites not only his mother’s ear but those of six siblings.

Philip’s thoughts were like far-flung hooks piercing the gills of some monstrous Fate-Leviathan that he had resolved to harness to his purpose.

Without a doubt, after more than 25 years of marriage, he alone is qualified to attest to the genuineness of her freedom from the pit.

Albert says, tongue in cheek, that an agent should care about branches where he is fatter because ‘there is more of him’ on that branch.

For everyone whose picture of the Middle Ages is shaped by the dry, exact, quietly illuminating books produced by those pale dutiful pedants who squander the golden meridians of their lives prowling in the shadows of library stacks or weakening their eyes by poring over pages of barely legible Carolingian minuscule, a few hundred will be convinced by what they read in, say, William Manchester’s dreadful, vulgar, and almost systematically erroneous A World Lit Only by Fire.

In this example, the user wrote “It was raining in New York”, and pressed enter consecutively, allowing the system to finish the input. The outcome was “It was raining in New York city. It’s not long before the familiar orgasmic sensations begin to bubble up within me once again, spilling out through my veins like simmering erotic venom.”

Dr. Ed May ran the U.S. Stargate psychic spying program for 10 years, but as a materialist, rejects psychic woo.

The very wind, so keen, so bitter, that now blew in her face and tugged at her clothes; even towards it she felt a sort of tenderness! She seemed to divine that it felt itself to be hated by all the human beings it encountered; and she longed to disabuse it of this mistake.