Nobody can be too careful about their habits of speech. - T. H. White

Outside the window the thin moon stood upright in a deep sky, like the paring of a finger-nail for magic, and against the sky the weather vane of the carrion crow with arrow in mouth pointed it's arrow to the south

The snow-haired Uncle Dap, so old as to be absolutely fabulous, was trying to jump over his walking-stick.

He knew suddenly that nobody, living upon the remotest, most barren crag in the ocean, could complain of a dull landscape so long as he would lift his eyes. In the sky there was a new landscape every minute, in every pool of the sea rocks, a new world.