First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
It gives a lovely light!
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.
Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of…
of a character who is suffering from a hangover ... the noise of the cat stamping about in the passage…