Ah, how high is the ecstasy of a new discovery.

Walter insisted that he was able to play the banjo despite having never touched one.

Morris pulled violently on the pole while the small boat pitched in the open sea. His line snagged in the reel and then broke as the beastly fish pulled him overboard.

"You're no gentleman!"

He stood, his hands no longer shackled to the oar. The revolt on the galley began this way.

The laughter of the Kookaburra was infectious.

The first death is in the wanting.
The second death is in the having.
The third death is in the losing.

What do you think, Dr. Frankenham-Head?