Books Do Actually Consume Air

All Human Joys Are Swift Of Wing, For Heaven Doth So Allot It; That When You Get An Easy Thing, You Find You Haven't Got It

Have You An Unexpurgated Copy Of Hannah More's 'letters To A Village Maiden'?

Mr. Clarke Played The King All Evening As Though Under Constant Fear That Someone Else Was About To Play The Ace.

The Biggest Fish He Ever Caught Were Those That Got Away.

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.