And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. "Salutations!" said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. "Salu-what?" he cried. "Salutations!" repeated the voice. "What are they, and where are you?" screamed Wilbur. "Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?" "Salutations are greetings," said the voice. "When I say 'salutations,' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
E. B. WhiteOnce in everyone's life there is apt to be a period when he is fully awake, instead of half-asleep.
E. B. WhiteWhen you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
E. B. WhiteWhy is it, do you suppose, that an Englishman is unhappy until he has explained America?
E. B. WhiteEnglish usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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