Scribechocolate

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

Dolphinsplash

One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.

Sargentrampant

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

One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.

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.

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