Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. ‘I am not a dog!’ he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Thus Milton refines the question down to a matter of faith,” said Coleridge, bringing the lecture to a close, “and a kind of faith more independent, autonomous – more truly strong, as a matter of...

Shandy looked ahead. Blackbeard, apparently willing to get the explanation later, had picked up his oars and was rowing again. ‘May I presume to suggest,’ yelled Shandy giddily to Davies, ‘that we preoceed the hell...