To counter the startup lull in the UK, Hunt has put an investment plan in motion to direct up to €59 billion from pension funds or defined contributions.

While the S3 API is fundamentally superior, it lacks the bare bones simplicity of FTP/SFTP and the ability to run in highly constrained environments.

Elon Musk is changing Twitter’s name — but will that also change Twitter’s game?

The easiest and quickest method to restore a Chrome tab is using the keyboard shortcut. Shift+Ctrl+t or Shift+Cmd+T, Go through Recently closed, Try History

Herschberg explains in greater detail how there is a learning disconnect that often occurs when people consume information.

Uncle Roger says it was a smart trick on Mr. Clask’s part, but I don’t think there was much religion about it.

“Some nights I like the rain—I like to lie in bed and hear it pattering on the roof and drifting through the pines.”

Everyone has his own idea of what constitutes perfect honour.

"It is all so strange and wonderful, Leslie. I think we none of us realise it yet."

"Sooth was my prophecy of fear
Believe it when it augurs cheer,"

The austere poets of the Middle Ages stigmatised the accursed city in their writings under the name of the New Babylon.

“Not again to-day. I should not like to force Mademoiselle Caroline to adopt a vegetarian diet two days in succession.”

“I pass to another objection. You have spoken of the similarity between the two crimes. Wherein does that lie, my friend?”

Lord Nasby was the millionaire owner of the Daily Budget.

"The first warning," he said softly. "You will be well advised not to disregard it."

“My father, you make me take such solemn oaths that I fear God will punish me.”

“I call him Lollipop for convenience. The pronouncing of his own name tends to harden the arteries.”

As an instance of one such chance: the weather.

"The Italians are about the gayest people in the world—but it's a dull subject," he broke off. "Anyway, I want to tell you you're marrying a pretty fine man."

Flies, wasps, honey-bees, bumble-bees, beetles, butterflies, all vie with one another in rendering aid by carrying the pollen of the stamens to the stigmas.

The name of this widow was Pepin, and the scene of the sacrilege was a small enclosure on the hill of the Moulins-a-Vent.