it was a delusive pie, the crust being like a disappointing head, phrenologically speaking: full of lumps and bumps, with nothing particular underneath.

“Nella vita di un uomo sono pochi i momenti in cui si trova ridicolmente imbaraz…”

“Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human natur.”

“. . . such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered …”

“She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind…”