Singercute

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

Ridgepetal

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

Gemtin

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. Twisterdust.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

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

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