The primroses were over.

The primroses were over.

No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was
the most approachable politician in the country.

No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was
the most approachable politician in the country.

According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the read more

According to the tapes, my father, then about as run-of-the-mill
as Joe Blow himself, didn't want to see the thing.

1a 'a n, pl a's or as 'az often cap, often attrib (bef. 12c) 1
a : the 1st read more

1a 'a n, pl a's or as 'az often cap, often attrib (bef. 12c) 1
a : the 1st letter of the English alphabet b : a representation
of this letter c : a speech counterpart of orthographic a 2 : the
6th tone of a C-major scale 3 : a graphic device for reproducing
the letter a 4 : one designated a esp. as the 1st in order or
class 5 a : a grade rating a student's work as superior in
quality b : one graded or rated with an A 6 : something shaped
like the letter A
- Unattributed Author,

Cricket is a game that owes much of its unique appeal to the fact
that it should be played read more

Cricket is a game that owes much of its unique appeal to the fact
that it should be played not only within its Laws but also within
the Spirit of the Game.

The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a read more

The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all
the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass
of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.

It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of read more

It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of a dry sea,--a thick material
substance against which one seemed to push when moving about.

"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which read more

"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.

We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully read more

We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself
as a child.