Good-bye, you chaps, Mike said. It was a damned fine fiesta.
The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
I could not fail myself and die on a fish like this," he said. "Now that I have him coming so beautifully, God help me endure. I'll say a hundred Our Fathers and a hundred Hail Marys. But I cannot say them now.
Vice is a wonderful thing," Catherine said. "The people who go in for it seem to have good taste about it.
He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.
Oh, now, now, now, the only now, and above all now, and there is no other now but thou now and now is thy prophet.