Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence - O. Henry

The bottle, with its impotent message, was gone out to sea, and the problem that it had provoked was reduced to a simple sum in addition — one and one make two, by the rule of arithmetic; one by the rule of romance.

"We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs.

Наша спина, вечно подпираемая железным каркасом условностей, давно закостенела.

(O. Henry, "The Green Door")"

Take of London fog 30 parts; malaria 10 parts, gas leaks 20 parts, dewdrops gathered in a brickyard at sunrise 25 parts; odor of honeysuckle 15 parts. Mix. The mixture will give you an approximate conception of a Nashville drizzle.