The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell.
Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.
Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.