When Tom’s companions drank to the Hans en Kelderr, or Jack in the low cellar, he could not help displaying an extraordinary complacence of countenance.
Then he looked at his wife's little round black head and felt very proud of having her as his own. He leaned back on his elbow and took her hand in his.
The Grasshopper sat without on a green bank, and reflected on worldly things; and he said too, " Yes, a fine exterior is everything--a fine exterior is what people care about."
It's hard to imagine someone with 10 impatient people behind them in line pausing to ask a barista what she thinks about Ferguson. And all this begs the question: Should Starbucks even attempt to engage in this issue?
Now as much as I don't want to live that nail-bitingly stressful time of my life ever again, I can't help but wonder: what would I have written about if I got the chance to apply to UBC again?