I Cannot Recall A More Engaging Passage

One Stifling Summer Afternoon Last August, In The Attic Of A Tiny Stone House In Pennsylvania, I Made A Most Interesting Discovery: The Shortest, Cheapest Method Of Inducing A Nervous Breakdown Ever Perfected. In This Technique..., The Subject Is Placed In A Sharply Sloping Attic Heated To 340 F And Given A Mothproof Closet Known As The Jiffy-cloz To Assemble.

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

He Bit His Lip In A Manner Which Immediately Awakened My Maternal Sympathy, And I Helped Him Bite It.

"in France," Marcel Said With Wintry Dignity, "accidents Occur In The Bedroom, Not The Kitchen."

Only The Scenario Writers Are Exempt. These Are Tied Between The Tails Of Two Spirited Caucasian Ponies, Which Are Then Driven Off In Opposite Directions. This Custom Is Called A Conference.