My daughter wants to throw a stone at a bad man. I stop her from throwing, shaking my head and giving her a little slap. My disapproval is complete. You think: 'That's right, she shouldn't throw a stone even at a villain.' Then I hand her a brick to throw.
Ye Gads, no! I couldn't stand the noise.
I would rather be living in Philadelphia.
You can't trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.
I used to be indecisive, now I'm not so sure.
I never drink water. I'm afraid it will become habit-forming.