If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable.
"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.
Every Man is the Architect of his own Fortunes, but the Neighbours superintend the Construction.
Mark Twain said (particularly about Pink Marsh): "I have been reading him again, and my admiration overflows all limits. ... How effortless the limning! It is as if the work did itself, without help of the master's hand."
For parlor use, the vague generality is a life saver.
Anybody can win - unless there happens to be a second entry.