From Alvan to Alvan, they signified such an earthquake in a land of splendid structures as shatters to dust the pride of the works of men.

He was down among them, lower than the herd, rolling in vulgar epithets that, attached to one like him, became of monstrous distortion.

O fool! dolt! blind ass! tottering idiot! drunken masquerader! miserable Jack Knave, performing suicide with that blessed coxcomb air of curling a lock!--Clotilde! Clotilde! Where has one read the story of a man who had the jewel of jewels in his hand, and flung in into the deeps, thinking that he flung a pebble?
Fish, fool, fish! and fish till Doomsday! There's nothing but your fool's face in the water to be got to bite at the bait you throw, fool! Fish for the flung-away beauty, and hook your shadow of a Bottom's head! What impious villain was it refused the gift of the gods, that he might have it bestowed on him according to his own prescription of the ceremonies! They laugh! By Orcus! how they laugh! The laughter of the gods is the lightning of death's irony over mortals.

Can they have a finer subject than a giant gone fool?
Tears burst from him: tears of rage, regret, selflashing.

O for yesterday! He called aloud for the recovery of yesterday, bellowed, groaned.