Eyevenom

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Giverplump

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

Antelopedaisy

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm. Stagthunder.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?