Ocelotpeppermint

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Seedchisel

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Hawktorch

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog. Mouseplaid.

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

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