Elkpaint

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

Scribefair

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

Jawstream

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

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

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.

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.