He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

As a rule, from what I've observed, the American Captain of Industry doesn't do anything out of business hours. When he has put the cat out and locked up the office for the night, he just relapses into a state of coma from which he emerges only to start being a Captain of Industry again.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.