Chanterhurricane Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing? Armpear I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intenti...
But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
