A bird in the hand,’” said the gentleman, reading his last entry with great solemnity, “‘is worth two in the Bosh
Evil communications corrupt good manners.
The conferences of the night
he took the bread out of my mouth
as if the back of the carriage were a hundred miles off
between me and the stars and between me and the day,
the curtain of heavy smoke
a cold, dead morning (the sun not being up yet)
He was a goggle-eyed gentleman of a perplexed aspect, and his demeanour became unbearable.
several legs too many, and all of them too long
